November 3rd, 2010
How many times did people tell me when I was growing up that I needed to learn to love myself?
Oooo, erm, only thousands of times. But it’s taken decades for me to work out what that actually means.
[Cue aerial shot of hundreds of people standing, hand-in-hand, singing:]
‘I’d like to build the world a home
And furnish it with love
Grow apple trees and honey bees
And snow-white turtle doves.’
Stop. Rewind. Euuueek.
You know, back then, at the precise minute that some kind, generous and very well-meaning person told me to ‘love myself‘ or be extra kind to myself or talk to myself in the way that I might talk to my best friend, the nasty, mean voice in my head would just get louder and louder and louder…
Because, back then, the very idea of being kind to myself might mean wimping out, not actually doing the thing I was driving myself to do and the sneaky, wheedling, taunting idea that not beating up on myself with that great big stick in the corner might mean never achieving anything.
Oh, yes.
What does being kind to yourself actually mean? You know, I’m the woman who can’t bear the idea of a long soak in a bath with bubbles. Too hot, too slow, too… Well, what would I do in there, actually? Probably, my book would get all soggy.
But I could stay in bed all morning and read and write in my notebook and scribble down all the ideas that are always clamouring for more attention. I could do that.
Except that, if I don’t pay attention, I might then end up feeling guilty about it. After all, there was a load of laundry to get done and four answerphone messages waiting to be answered and, says finger-wagging, scrunched-up Ol’ Mean Face in here, ‘You are not allowed to do that. You should, should, should be actually doing something…’
And it goes further deeper, wider than that. I’m going to let you into a secret about me: Sometimes, even when I’m not having ‘down time’ (and probably especially when I’m not having down time) the voices get so mean, so niggly, so snidey that I really just have to take a big, deep, slow breath and tell them to SHUT UP.
Uh huh. I have to tell them in no uncertain terms.
So the concept of being kind to myself, having a little compassion for myself, is not something that comes all that naturally to me. It’s not one of the skills I have easily learned along the way.
I was naturally so much better at learning the telling-myself-off, finger-wagging stuff. And I’m still working on it. I have to be very alert, very wary of those mean, nasty voices and I am so utterly grateful to be learning how to tune into, cultivate and get to know so much better the kinder, gentler, more helpful and wise self that (well, fancy that!) helps me to do my own best stuff or, alternatively, to not do anything in particular at all which, of course, is often when the best stuff happens.
Today, I want to share with you something that has helped me in this process – and as I’m writing this I’m thinking, actually, I’m going to go off and do this very thing again today.
1. Notice when you’re beating yourself up, picking on yourself, basically talking to yourself in ways that you wouldn’t talk to a friend.
2. Make some notes about the idea of ‘compassionate’ behavior or a ‘compassionate self.’ e.g.
My most compassionate self would be…
When I’m being compassionate towards others, I…
Qualities of compassion are…
The most compassionate and kind people I know are… and …. and they do ….
3. Then take these ideas you’ve jotted down and nurture them into being. Close your eyes and see, hear, experience a compassionate self who embodies all these qualities [e.g. kind, wise, caring, loving, warm, strong... ]
What does this embodiment look like? Shape, face, colour, feeling, tone of voice, etc? Hazy and fuzzy or clear and Technicolour? Just experience this being (person? animal? ball of lght?) in whatever way it manifests for you. You could even give it a name. (And you might be surprised at the form it does take for you.)
You can use this each time you notice that you are talking to yourself harshly or unkindly to really experiment with how a compassionate being might act or talk to you in that situation.
4.
Set aside no more than 20 minutes (set a timer).
- Write for 10 mins to this compassionate being – a letter, a dialogue, however it comes… Tell them everything that is currently on your mind, e.g.
Dear [...],
or
Hello, ….
- Keep your hand moving. Resist temptation to pause, edit, cross out.
- Next have the compassionate being reply back to you for 10 mins. What does it say?
I’m wishing you a day filled with kindness. Not the syrupy, Coke-ad kind but the real, heartfelt, warts-’n'-all, warmth and kindness that comes from gradually getting to know your own kindest self.
With love.








