Monday.

One of the first sentences I heard today was “I think you’re too hard on yourself.”

The source was a man who I work with by association, and he barely knows me.

I tend to take all comments to heart.  I absorb them, dissect them, process them.

This morning though, not so much.  I just said, “Yeah, I think you’re right”

And he is.

I need to be kinder to myself.

Just this weekend I realized in the process of striving to grow, heal and improve – I had become my own bully.

I find the people that barely know me, have a better perspective than those with a lot of information.

Who we are on the surface, if we’re being authentic, really is a very accurate glimpse of who we really are deep inside.

You can judge my book by my cover apparently – as I’m very easy to read and wear my heart on my sleeve.

And I’m open to hearing what my cover is saying to people.

I think that for me, not wanting people to judge me until they know ‘the whole story’ is a cop out.  It’s directly contradictory to the theory that we decide how to behave and choose who to be.  My story is nothing more than an excuse.

My actions today – my cover – my choices … are who I am.