So, I have soo many thoughts swirling around in my head today. I’ve written 15 blog posts just since this morning. Including the one about how I hate going to Children’s museums. (hmmm. Bet you can guess what I did this morning with the kids) I don’t have time to write any of them. How convenient right? Just like I didn’t have time to do that gratitude journal and be happy in 21 days. I promise, I’m still going to do that. One day.
For those of you that don’t know much about Mormons, let me tell ya. We sometimes have to teach lessons in church. We sometimes have to speak to the entire congregation, too. Sometimes we do this at a VERY young age. I do not have any certification or degree or ecclesiastical experience in religion per say (aside from being a member for many many years), but that’s how we roll. We teach each other. We are supposed to rely on lesson manuals, and scriptures, and church leaders in order to teach each other. So, for the most part, the teaching is in tune with religious doctrine we believe in. But, sometimes, let’s be honest, you get a lesson where you are sitting there thinking, “This is so not what I think!!” or whatever. But, those lessons are rare. The thing is, we are learning from each other. And, I have learned so much from such a diverse group of people (aside from the fact that they are all Mormon, which is not very diverse) I like this format much better than having a single person teach me every week because he’s the “preacher”. No offense to other religions and how they do it.
I like this format, that is, until I have to do it.
This Sunday, I’m teaching a lesson to the women ages 18 and up on Loving Ourselves. I have no manual to go by (although I have a great deal of resources…don’t get me wrong) and I just have to focus on that this afternoon instead of this blog that has become a downright obsession of mine. The problem is, I came up with the idea for the lesson. And, I think it was a subconscious move to teach myself something. So, now I have to go do it. And, hopefully learn to love myself a little bit more. Because we all know that it never hurts to be kind to yourself. But, LOVING? That’s a little harder. I know what love is. But, loving myself is a daily struggle.
So, here’s how you can help if you want to. With one question:
What do YOU do to love yourself? I really want to know.