What is your self-worth?

Ultimately, I believe our self-worth is immeasurable. Yet, I also believe that each of us has a set of measuring sticks against which we see our own value; whether we are aware of it or not. Easy to choose examples are based on what we do, what we have or how we look. Well, what about the things we do for ourselves?

Do we allow the important things in our lives to take precedence or do we focus, instead, on the things that don’t? Maybe we don’t even know what our true priorities are in life. A great way to find out is to imagine ourselves on our deathbeds; what are the things we wish we had done more of, or paid more attention to?

Do we take care of ourselves more when the demands in our life increase, or do we cease all self-care to run to the rescue of others? When our stress levels increase, our need for self-care also increases. I liken this to Racecars who get more maintenance for one race than many of our family cars receive in a year. The harder we run ourselves, the more TLC we require to keep from breaking down somewhere.

How we allow others to treat us is another area in which our true self-value can be revealed. Do we find that we give and give while our expectations of others diminishes?

Or how much time passes before we pay attention to the things in our lives that need it? Do we keep walking by the pile of unpaid bills, unwashed dishes or unopened mail. Is it time to undo this habit of neglecting our own self-care?

I believe this world would be a much happier place if each of us took just 10% better care of ourselves. For if each of us could love ourselves enough to give ourselves the very best, or at least better, we’d not continue to sell ourselves short in life and we’d each be better stewards, teaching others a better path.

So how, today, right now, can you take action on something that has been nagging at your mind, your soul, to help take care of yourself and make yourself a happier traveler?

Namaste

Believe

When we believe ourselves unworthy of Love, we settle for those who can only partially meet our needs. We do not believe we deserve better, so we rush in and take what we can get.

When we know our true value is infinite, we know we are worth the wait…and those who enter into our lives are worth the wait, too.

“…Now I’ll be bold
As well as strong
And use my head alongside my heart
So tame my flesh
And fix my eyes
A tethered mind freed from the lies

And I’ll kneel down,
Wait for now
I’ll kneel down,
Know my ground

Raise my hands
Paint my spirit gold
And bow my head
Keep my heart slow

‘Cause I will wait, I will wait for you…”

 

 

 

All in a name

For most of my life I have hated my name.

In college I tried to get friends to call me Cara.

Tiffany never seemed to fit,

so many called me Jennifer.

Most expected a ditzy, bimbo cheerleader.

Seems I like inversions:

Honor student, few boyfriends and

all black with combat boots.

Perhaps, maybe, a Nirvana cheerleader?

~~~

Or like in the movie Ted,

it was with dread

that Tiffany was #5 (i believe)

in the list of white trash names.

How lovely!

~~

In Greek Tiffany means “The Appearance of God,”

derived from Epiphany, yet for

so long it felt more like the disappearance.

Name hatred seemingly

reflected my feelings towards God.

 

~~~

For so long, God was a

four-letter word.

Goddess less painful.

Now I use God as interchangeable

for All: masculine and feminine.

Having a better acceptance of All that is,

and my role in the Divine Feminine.

~~~

While I’m finally learning

to accept even the darkest

parts of me, I am finally (somewhat)

surrendering into my name.

~~~

Still wishing my mom had

just gone with Tara. Seems

so much more fitting and

powerful…Terra, mother earth…

~~~

I know, I know, I am much

more than my name. Still

a fun game to imagine

if things would have been

the same with a different

first name!

~~~

Here’s a video that brings forth
a new meaning to Tiffany, I hope it makes you laugh, crazy!
Headphones, if at work, may be in order!

 

Namaste

__/|\__ Metta

2016.02.22

Value Unknown x Four


Putting the Damage On
2014.02.13

I told him I didn’t like cut flowers
for the pain they must have felt.

No, don’t buy me a diamond ring.
No, I won’t wear white at our wedding.

My worth the inverse of repleted;
something he further depleted.

At some point I died,
no longer being seen.

Related poem:
Mama, a woman died in this house

~~~

Kisses in the Rain
2016.02.14

He held my face,
He told me all the things I wanted to hear,
Whispered, he did, in my ear.
It was such a disgrace,
to allow his words to fall away like tears
just as my coat repelled the drops
of rain as they fell from the sky.
Sliding down, forming puddles of
mud at my feet.

Drunk, he still looked into my eyes
as he told me, what I thought were only lies:
I can see you.
You are beautiful.
And a truth I didn’t want to hear:
Even with your Jeep,
vulnerability you keep.

Then he had another beer,
from my mind,
I wiped all of his words clear.
The hickeys I found, later.

~~~

I hurt you
2016.02.12

I saw the flash in your eyes
when I confessed that I couldn’t believe you
when you called me beautiful.

Know my Love,
it was me
I could
not
believe.

Thank you for being you, Eddie!
Maybe one day I can see what you see.
Maybe one day, I too, will be able to believe in me.

 

~~~

He Loved Her & Named Her “Elizabeth”
2014.02.14

Her birth name not regal enough,
Once wed, He named her “Elizabeth.”

He gave her the name of the Queen,
for in His eyes, she was as royalty.

While not my story,
I can relate having been myself disconnected
all my life from being named Tiffany

though I do love how it so rhymes;
from its derivative: Epiphany

Namaste.
__/|\__ Metta

Image: Google

The Weighting Game

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So sad to see this beautiful woman, looking at her weight/her worth and being aghast….

The game where
when weight you gain,
you only lose
your worth.

The game where
when weight you lose,
you gain,
maybe.
Self-love,
self-respect,
self-acceptance
can still be elusive,
in skinny jeans.

The game where
your worth is
inversely proportional
to the measurements
of your waist line.

The game where
shame
rules.
With each pound
you lose,
you become more
vulnerable,
Less protected,
Less insulated,
Unless your heart
is unweighted;
true to
loving
you.

The shame,
it keeps us
from claiming
our true
power.
For when
we are focused
on where we
are “not enough”
we balance
it out,
by adding to
our waist,
or further denying
our needs for love
and nourishment.

By not feeling
that we are enough,
we are unable to
receive and use
the gifts and
talents that
are ours.

By weighing
ourselves on an
inverted scale,
how can we ever
win?

Ponder for a
moment, how
much more
you could
accomplish, when
not focused on
self-hatred.
Constant
Self-flagellation
only represses,
rarely uplifts.

So reach up
high, my friend.
Accept your gifts!
And put down
your whip!

Namaste

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