Something woke me up in the middle of the night, a reminder of something left undone or things that needed to be tended to. Last night it was apologizing to my daughter for something and calling my therapist. To be as well as I can be, to live in line with my values of owning my story and my behavior, these things needed to be done. I won’t get into why I needed to apologize to my girl but I did and I’m so glad I did. She “assecpted” my apology and admitted I’d hurt her feelings the day before. I wrote a note to make an appointment with my therapist because this is preventative. Maintenance. Self care isn’t always spa days or long walks (and my love language is spa treatments)….it’s taking care of myself and knowing I need a sounding board of support. Everyone should go to therapy by the way. XX love ya.
Therapy has SAVED me. On more than one occasion. And I too am a firm believer in the incredible power of apology. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gone to my boys and asked for their forgiveness, and for their help in keeping me accountable just as I help them. Far too many to count, and it always leads to a moment of deep connection that is just as (if not more) important than any other. Kudos, for keeping it REAL, my sweet friend.
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