Recovery Meditations: June 1st
PERFECTION
“My imperfections and failures are as
much a blessing from God
as my successes and my talents, and I
lay them both at His feet.”
Mahatma Gandhi
I don't know why I used to think that
if something wasn't done perfectly, it wasn't worth doing. I was an all-time
overachiever and to fail at anything was totally unacceptable. Since I set such
impossibly high standards, it was hardly surprising that I couldn't love -- or
even like -- myself. I was constantly pushing to excel at those things I was
good at, and I would beat myself up if I failed to meet my high expectations. I
was especially critical of my body. I thought that if I had the perfect body, my
life would be perfect.
When I came into the program I had to
learn to not be so hard on myself. For the first time I began to realize that I
was human and could still be loveable and worthy ~ even with all my
imperfections and character defects. I am lovingly reminded by my sponsor and
my friends in the fellowship to be gentler with myself. They remind me that I
don't even have to do the program perfectly. I just need to do the best I know
how for that day; then I can see progress one day at a time. I don't have to
push myself to be perfect all the time in order to win approval or gain love.
What a relief that is!
One day at a time...
I don't have to be perfect all the
time. I just need to be the best me that I can be for today…and that's the way
God intended me to be.
~ Sharon S.
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Each Day a New Beginning
One cannot collect all the beautiful
shells on the beach; one can collect only a few, and they are more
beautiful if they are few.
—Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Being selective in choosing activities, in choosing friends, in choosing material possessions fosters unexpected appreciation. Too much of any one thing negates whatever specialness might have been realized. If we surround ourselves with acquaintances, we never fully share in knowing a few people well. If we surround ourselves with "toys," we never learn how we really want to spend our time.
When we don't take life slowly, piece by piece (one shell at a time), we avoid the greatest discovery of all, the person within. When our attention to persons, places, and things is deliberate and steady, the beauty within the object of our focus shines forth, and we, too, are made more beautiful in the process.
Today, I will take time to smell the flowers.
—Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Being selective in choosing activities, in choosing friends, in choosing material possessions fosters unexpected appreciation. Too much of any one thing negates whatever specialness might have been realized. If we surround ourselves with acquaintances, we never fully share in knowing a few people well. If we surround ourselves with "toys," we never learn how we really want to spend our time.
When we don't take life slowly, piece by piece (one shell at a time), we avoid the greatest discovery of all, the person within. When our attention to persons, places, and things is deliberate and steady, the beauty within the object of our focus shines forth, and we, too, are made more beautiful in the process.
Today, I will take time to smell the flowers.
From Each Day a New Beginning: Daily Meditations for Women by Karen Casey
© 1982, 1991 by Hazelden Foundation.
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Food for Thought
Take an Idea Break
When we are bored or tired, it has been our habit to reach for something to eat or drink. Food has been our number one stimulant.
There are many sources besides the refrigerator to which we may turn for refreshment. We may stimulate our minds instead of our appetites by reading something worthwhile and thought provoking. We may listen to music or simply take a good look out the nearest window. In addition to intellectual stimulation, there are many sensory feasts besides food, which we may have been neglecting.
During our recovery from compulsive overeating, we grow less obsessed with food and more interested in the world around us. When our brains are no longer dulled with refined sugar, we take pleasure in new thoughts and ideas. The next time we find ourselves thinking about something to eat, let's try consuming something pleasant with our eyes, ears, or minds instead of our mouths.
May I enjoy fully all of the senses and abilities You have given me.
When we are bored or tired, it has been our habit to reach for something to eat or drink. Food has been our number one stimulant.
There are many sources besides the refrigerator to which we may turn for refreshment. We may stimulate our minds instead of our appetites by reading something worthwhile and thought provoking. We may listen to music or simply take a good look out the nearest window. In addition to intellectual stimulation, there are many sensory feasts besides food, which we may have been neglecting.
During our recovery from compulsive overeating, we grow less obsessed with food and more interested in the world around us. When our brains are no longer dulled with refined sugar, we take pleasure in new thoughts and ideas. The next time we find ourselves thinking about something to eat, let's try consuming something pleasant with our eyes, ears, or minds instead of our mouths.
May I enjoy fully all of the senses and abilities You have given me.
From Food for Thought: Daily Meditations for Overeaters by Elisabeth L.
©1980, 1992 by Hazelden Foundation.
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The Language of Letting Go
Directness
We feel safe around direct, honest people. They speak their minds, and we know where we stand with them.
Indirect people, people who are afraid to say who they are, what they want, and what they're feeling, cannot be trusted. They will somehow act out their truth even though they do not speak it. And it may catch everyone by surprise.
Directness saves time and energy. It removes us as victims. It dispenses with martyrdom and games. It helps us own our power. It creates respectful relationships.
It feels safe to be around direct, honest people. Be one.
Today, I will own my power to be direct. I do not have to be passive, nor do I need to be aggressive. I will become comfortable with my own truth, so those around me can become comfortable with me.
We feel safe around direct, honest people. They speak their minds, and we know where we stand with them.
Indirect people, people who are afraid to say who they are, what they want, and what they're feeling, cannot be trusted. They will somehow act out their truth even though they do not speak it. And it may catch everyone by surprise.
Directness saves time and energy. It removes us as victims. It dispenses with martyrdom and games. It helps us own our power. It creates respectful relationships.
It feels safe to be around direct, honest people. Be one.
Today, I will own my power to be direct. I do not have to be passive, nor do I need to be aggressive. I will become comfortable with my own truth, so those around me can become comfortable with me.
From The Language of Letting Go by Melody Beattie
©1990, Hazelden Foundation.
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Today's thoughts from Hazelden Betty Ford Foundation are:
I Wish I Were
I wish I were big enough to honestly admit all my shortcomings.
Brilliant enough to accept praise without it making me arrogant.
Tall enough to tower over dishonesty.
Strong enough to welcome criticism.
Compassionate enough to understand human frailties.
Wise enough to recognize mistakes.
Humble enough to appreciate greatness.
Brave enough to stand by my friends.
Human enough to be thoughtful of my neighbor.
And spiritual enough to be devoted to the love of God.
-- Author unknown --
I Wish I Were
I wish I were big enough to honestly admit all my shortcomings.
Brilliant enough to accept praise without it making me arrogant.
Tall enough to tower over dishonesty.
Strong enough to welcome criticism.
Compassionate enough to understand human frailties.
Wise enough to recognize mistakes.
Humble enough to appreciate greatness.
Brave enough to stand by my friends.
Human enough to be thoughtful of my neighbor.
And spiritual enough to be devoted to the love of God.
-- Author unknown --
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