I just saw this thread mentioned on another thread about "how to stop crying when talking" and this thread was mentioned by another giving advice and it was so lovely. It's so funny, because when you start practicing mindfulness you become more aware of the negative thoughts are, but (currently practicing in moderation) I still very much switch back to the "hurt and angry inner child" when trying to express myself verbally. I love singing, dancing, and basically giving a performance. My earliest thoughts of attempting to "sing" or "dance" are also flooded by my dad telling me I either "suck at singing" or "I have two left feet and not on beat". As a child, of course I took that to heart and thats when I start constantly double checking myself about what I do before attempting it. Instead of just enjoying the moment with the negative comments and when there was the shame started that on a minuscule level, and following my teenager years with mommy issues of destructive conversations that never led me anywhere, she loves:name calling me, called me naive for expecting a mother's love or expecting a mother to be happy and supportive of me for constantly trying to better myself and hustle in this society. She also neglected to put me back through school due to her financial issues, and now as an adult(attempting to) enroll myself back next fall, and this is why I titled this " mindfulness & gratitude" .

This isnt the full story, but definitely a big self esteem issue that I am workin on due to my parents unmindful attitude. Now, as an adult, I practice gratitude & mindfulness. I have often worked on my skills in dancing and singing. Giving myself some time to stretch my body and eat my favorite fruits, working on new hobbies, and trying to open my heart again to hopefully see change. The hardest factor is trying to be mindful when I hear my "parent's voices" instead of the joyful version of myself for being ashamed for expressing myself. Give yourself light and love for being different or for having other ways of living life.

She passed away earlier this month, and even though the grief is intensely painful, I am so lucky to have experienced all the love, joy, and contentment she brought into my life.

Instead of letting this pain consume me, I will try to transmute it back into the love it stems from and spread it to everyone around me 🩷

These have been the highlight of my week and really make my day.

So spill it!

I really liked how we spoke on the good things yesterday. Made me feel positive as I read each one.

Let’s do it again and feel free to check back in later to read posts from others.

It really feels good to know the variety of things that made someone’s day. :)

For kitty snuggles and for having more patience with my kiddo.

I start off strong but when the behavior keeps going and kiddo keeps yelling at me, at a certain point I get worn down and lose my cool. I am embarrassed by how I reacted and hoping I can apologize and do better tomorrow. This is so hard.

I volunteer at a therapeutic riding program. Once a week I muck stalls, feed horses, and maybe walk them. There is one gelding who is the most Eeyore-esque horse I have seen: back always to the stall door, always turns away from people. Compliant, but bummed. Also, I'm not a "horse person" (there are people who are just on their wavelength... I'm more like a horse janitor). Anyway, I slowwwly walked him around the property while someone mucked his stall, and then waited for him to slowwwly drink water from a trough, and when he startled because crows landed on the metal roof behind him, we (less slowly) left the water trough. When we got back to his stall, he nuzzled my hair and neck. A horse has never done this to me before, but I feel like I helped this toothless old guy feel safe when the scary noises happened behind him. It was really cool that he wanted to smell who I was. I wonder if he'll respond differently to me when I'm back next week.

I'm going through a divorce and have had troubble with feeling depressed. I havn't showered in 5 days, my hair is a mess. At work an old lady smiled and told me my hair was gorgeous. She went on about it. She said I probably get told that a lot. I do, come to think of it....