We’ve all heard that phrase a lot and perhaps it has applied to us at various times in our lives.
How is it possible that we can become our own worst enemy?
What’s wrong with becoming our own best advocate?
As I write this I am returning from Philadelphia where a good friend of mine is battling cancer. He has not only mastered the art of being his own best advocate but has advocated for others every day of his life.
Only speaking in positive terms about himself and his potential.
Not allowing negative thoughts or words to come out of his mouth or occupy his mind.
I witnessed it as he built a Dale Carnegie franchise through exemplary human relations.
I saw him set goals for himself that did not allow a negative thought. In other words, my friend would not waste his time contemplating failure – just stoking his own fires until he achieved success.
In fighting his illness, he will not talk of the possibility he may die and perhaps that’s why he has lived with cancer for 10 years and counting.
We cannot control what other people say or do to us.
But we can control what we say or do to ourselves.
So, for one day only, try to be your own best advocate – all day, all night, at work, at home. See how it feels.
Our worst enemy is accepting the negative thinking of others, not the positive potential that can reside in all of us.
Don’t be a victim of your own mind.
In the words of Roderick Thorp:
“We have to learn to be our own best friends because we fall too easily into the trap of being our own worst enemies.”
@Diane Cartwright All is forgiven. Your mother is in a better place and rooting for you and she is no doubt proud that you value the qualities she once had as your own.
As most daughters, in my youth, I fought the idea that I was “just like ‘your’ mother”. She was so colorful, different, stubborn, fun and strong-willed. Now, 10 months after losing her I do embrace her positive qualities, even her stubbornness and flare for being “different”, and I see so much of her in me. I find myself using little expressions she used all the while endeavoring not to lose my own unique personality. As my holistic doctor observed, “You can’t live your mother’s life. You have to live yours.” I do. I will, all the while carrying her with me in a special place of honor in my heart.
In the process of her disease she said some horribly hurtful things to me, but that was the disease talking. I have to remember the night she visited me in Seattle where I was working middays for KNUA. She looked at me and said, “You are everything I ever wanted to be.” I treasure that because she was everything I wanted to be.
Thanks to all of you for your comments.
I lost my dearest friend in the world two years ago December but I really started losing him 9 years earlier when he developed Alzheimer’s. Yet he knew me and his face lit up when he heard my voice. There is not a day that I don’t remember this kind man for being so person centered and I would like to keep his many great qualities alive in me to the extent possible. Somehow even trying makes it a little easier to accept the loss.
Thank you, Jerry. I lost my wonderfully beautiful, energetic, warmly loving, fun and mischievous mother 10 months ago from Alzheimer’s. Through all the devastation to her body and mind she never lost her smile, her essence, her passion for life. I felt it every day. It was a privilege to care for her right up until her last breath. To paraphrase Gandhi, she truly does live in my heart. She was my dearest friend.
All true. The death of a loved one is only a loss if you allow it to be. Gleening the trait of someone you lost and memories embraced sacredly can thrive in your heart if you let them , there to live forever.
NICE sentiment…very. And worth practicing.
Victoria