Today, I have decided that I would work on myself. I've been struck hard in the heart by inspirational author Bo Sanchez's talk two nights ago about selling oneself.
He asked:
It was all the reconfirmation I needed that yes, I was no longer happy about myself; and that this feeling has spilled over to my relationships with others at work and at home. I snap at the slightest irritation. Everytime I look at the mirror, I grow more and more discontented, as I see more and more imperfections.
Bo said that in order to be able to live fully, you have to find your core talent. I know my core talent (and I like to believe my vocation) is writing. But I could no longer find that spurt of inspiration or the simple ecstasies of seeing my byline and in the encounters with the subjects I write about. It's beginning to be an ordeal.
Overall, I really feel lethargic--not just for the lack of a conscious health activity, because I know, this transcends the physical. I have never denied to myself that I've always believed that the physical is seamlessly tied up with the spiritual. But my laziness that is seemingly deeply rooted would always get the better of me.
I remember when I first stepped into college, I armed myself with a cheap book on how to be beautiful--inside and out. I felt that college would unearth all my insecurities, and I can say now, in retrospect, that the book help me get past the stage.
I also remember being more prayerful... In other words, there were more efforts to improve on my spiritual self then, and in a way, this made me look back without bitterness towards the people and experiences that would supposedly hurt me in the process.
My spiritual life's becoming a mess. I am frustrated over a lot of things, but I'm glad that before I could reach this boiling point of no return, I get to hear this talk, fittingly called a feast for the soul, which would remind me that if you take care of the spiritual aspect of your life, things will come into place.
As I work on myself again, I pray for the grace of persistence and consistence.
He asked:
"How could you make others like you, when you don't even like yourself?"
It was all the reconfirmation I needed that yes, I was no longer happy about myself; and that this feeling has spilled over to my relationships with others at work and at home. I snap at the slightest irritation. Everytime I look at the mirror, I grow more and more discontented, as I see more and more imperfections.
Bo said that in order to be able to live fully, you have to find your core talent. I know my core talent (and I like to believe my vocation) is writing. But I could no longer find that spurt of inspiration or the simple ecstasies of seeing my byline and in the encounters with the subjects I write about. It's beginning to be an ordeal.
Overall, I really feel lethargic--not just for the lack of a conscious health activity, because I know, this transcends the physical. I have never denied to myself that I've always believed that the physical is seamlessly tied up with the spiritual. But my laziness that is seemingly deeply rooted would always get the better of me.
I remember when I first stepped into college, I armed myself with a cheap book on how to be beautiful--inside and out. I felt that college would unearth all my insecurities, and I can say now, in retrospect, that the book help me get past the stage.
I also remember being more prayerful... In other words, there were more efforts to improve on my spiritual self then, and in a way, this made me look back without bitterness towards the people and experiences that would supposedly hurt me in the process.
My spiritual life's becoming a mess. I am frustrated over a lot of things, but I'm glad that before I could reach this boiling point of no return, I get to hear this talk, fittingly called a feast for the soul, which would remind me that if you take care of the spiritual aspect of your life, things will come into place.
As I work on myself again, I pray for the grace of persistence and consistence.
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