|I wish my bathroom mirror was as glamorous as this. It isn't.|
I do a lot of anger in the bathroom. You know, ranting. All the snappy retorts I should have come up with, the clever put-downs I should have used on ex-boyfriends and snotty colleagues. The things I really want to say to the people who have hurt me, but never have said and never do. I don't shout at the mirror, but I might as well.
Lately, my rants have changed in nature. I've started to refuse.
'I refuse to be manipulated my your childish behaviour.'
'I refuse to allow you to guilt-trip me.'
'I refuse to faciliate your martyr complex.'
That kind of thing.
It struck me today that no matter how positive the desire for self-protection which motivates these refrains is, they are still pretty negative.
Maybe I should try changing my obsessive growls into something more positive, something more affirming.
I choose calm
I choose radiance
I choose to release outdated behaviours and people
I choose life
(And today I've had Renton's speech from the start of 'trainspotting' going around my head too, which is kinda ironic.)
I found this too, which I might try to incorporate into our home, as a bit more affirmation. After all, you can never have enough, can you?