Hmm. I try to always be an encourager because I do truly believe that a little goes a long way when it comes to kind words. My psychologist the other day told me to stop being so hard on myself, to show myself some compassion. Why can I be an encourager so readily for other people but not for myself? I think I have had my heart broken too many times so I tell myself I don’t need dreams. In part that’s true, because faith in God means trusting in Him, not myself, but maybe it’s also an excuse – not an excuse, it’s reasonable to want to protect yourself when you’ve been hurt so much… but it’s a carefully constructed way of not getting hurt again, or being let down again. I don’t get hurt but I don’t find anything fulfilling either. Interesting.
With so many people in the world telling us we can’t succeed, we need to hear people telling us we can. I remember my high school English teacher telling me not to apply to Cornell University because they wouldn’t accept me and even if they did I wouldn’t be able to do the work. (It’s funny that I’m a writer now). I almost didn’t apply but a few days later I saw Ivan Goldfarb, a former teacher, in the hallway and asked him about Cornell. He said, “If you get in, then you go. You can do it.” His words made all the difference. I applied, was accepted and majored in Lacrosse :).
Too often we think it’s our role to inject a dose of “reality” into someone’s life. We think it’s our job to protect people from the pain of failure and defeat. We…
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