Driving this morning, where I do my 2nd best thinking…shower being 1st, I thought I had a grip on my current mental turmoil….I probably came across as angry yesterday and that would be totally accurate.  Angry and sad because I felt disrespected.  This morning I thought, ah, yes, finally another layer of  skin has been peeled off the onion.  I googled respect whenI Got  home.

  
That’s not it…I’m not looking for adoration, reverence or high opinion.  I didn’t know the definition of respect.  Yet, Maybe honor is the word.  Not honored because of some remarkable accomplishment…but honored as a person who tries to be the best she can be….living a life of good intention, attempting to share love and joy and peace with my friends and family.  I, patiently try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, I want to be remembered as someone who loved, treated others with kindness and always there with support…to be honored for the person I am.

Jenny sent this to me yesterday because she knew I was struggling.

  
She highlighted number 2.

I may have just figured out that I must honor myself and respect myself combined with Don’t take anything personally…perhaps these are the ingredients to forgiveness and love.

Until next time….