I took a moment during my busy day working at the preschool and thought about how much I have grown. Gave myself credit for the work I have done in being more self-compassionate and less full of self-doubt and judgment. I still have a long way to go, but I have improved over the years.
As I thought this, it felt as if an old woman in my mind was telling it to me. Weird that there is an old woman living inside of me—I’m only 34! So I decided that this was the image I was giving my soul, the objective observer inside of me. The soul is ageless, but I can’t begin to contemplate it on a cosmic level, so sometimes I simply think of it as that old, wise voice inside of me—quietly guiding me along the journey of life.