Today, Jamie asks:
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This question on this day continues to provide me with proof that there is some magical madness behind the questions asked on any given day. It's fitting today. I just left therapy with homework from my therapist - to recognize when a compliment is paid to me.
It seems like a simple thing, to be able to acknowledge that I did something well or helped someone, and to accept, at face value, a compliment that is paid to me. But it's the most gut-wrenching moment for me. I say "thank you" because I'm always polite - one of the good things my mother drilled into me at a young age - but I never really believe it. I'm suspicious of compliments or, at the very least, I think obviously these people don't really see how wrong they are. And it's gotten to a point, that now, in my thirties, I barely even notice if someone has said something positive about me (and yet, the smallest negative thing will just take over my brain for days and days).
The thing is, on some level, I know that I am deserving of compliments, but it's so hard to even fathom how to process such a thing.
I turn to the universe this week for guidance. I wish to invite in the comprehension that someone is complimenting me and the ability to process it without automatically dismissing it. I wish to invite in the positive for myself and then be able to pass it onto others.