I’m starting to get known as a bit of a self-compassion expert. I teach Mindful Self Compassion, I recommend the books and videos by Kristin Neff and Christopher Germer; and when I spot someone being really hard on themselves, I have a tough time holding back the suggestion to try self- kindness. Does this mean that I am always kind to myself – heck no! I believe that I am on a journey to become kinder to myself and like all journeys, sometimes I’m moving forward and other times I’m sliding backwards. A few times this summer I have recognized that I have been taking some backwards steps. I’ve been struggling to lose some unwanted extra pounds and I find it very difficult to be kind about this. I have noticed the shock register on the faces of my friends when I said some self-critical comments about my weight. “That’s not very self-compassionate” they remind me. This is an old pattern for me – anger towards myself for lack of discipline. Truth is I find it very hard to be kind when I am feeling frustrated with myself. Then I remembered – the only pre–requisite for self-compassion is that there is suffering and you notice it. So instead of trying to stop the harsh self-talk, I can be compassionate because I recognize that it is so hard to feel frustrated and to fall short of my own expectations. This represents a very subtle shift. In my example, it shifts the effort from trying to forcibly change my habitual thoughts - to one where I accept my feelings of disappointment and wrap them in warm embrace of compassion. Give it a try – and see if you can find a different way to apply the salve of compassion! With Kindness, Patricia
I love the brand of Kombucha tea I buy because it’s not only healthy it also offers words of wisdom with every cup! Today the little tag on my tea bag read Compassion Has No Limits. Hmm – is that really true? We often place limits on our expressions of compassion. We feel compassion for someone who has robbed a store to feed his family, for example, but not for the person addicted to drugs who is stealing to feed his addiction.
When it comes to our own misfortunes, we put all kinds of restrictions on being self-compassionate. Perhaps I can feel compassionate towards myself when my friend said something unkind, but not for the time I dated that man that I knew was wrong for me and it ended badly. Or I can feel compassion when I was an innocent victim, but not when I did something against my better judgement; in that case I deserved everything I got!
We can be so cruel to ourselves! We withhold compassion when we need it the most; when we’ve failed miserably and when we’ve disappointed ourselves. We can learn to challenge these self-imposed limits to self-compassion! We don’t need to castigate ourselves; adding immeasurably to our suffering. We can comfort ourselves instead. We can remind ourselves that like every other human being we make mistakes, use poor judgement and sometimes make a mess of things. Picking up the pieces after a really hard fall is difficult and being compassionate with ourselves can help us become more resilient and heal more quickly.
I think my tea bag has it right. Compassion has no limits - if we only give ourselves permission to feel it.
With Kindness, Patricia
I have this image of myself from childhood that is hard to shake. I think it comes from those early report cards where the teachers commented that I didn’t try hard enough, that I day dreamed too much and that I gave up too easily. I accepted this as the true assessment of my character: I was lazy.
I found myself in a dead end career in my twenties and decided to apply myself for the first time to my studies. I was pleasantly surprised to learn that I could do well. I was much smarter than I thought! From that point forward I was hooked on striving. I went back to school over and over again – thinking that my life would be good once I achieved this degree or had that job. And it wasn’t just in my career; I was always striving to get to a particular fitness level - especially the magic number on the scales.
I was proud of my striving and received praise and encouragement for my self- discipline and ambition. But here is the thing - it was never enough.
Striving is about trying to make your life better than it is today. Ambition isn’t a bad thing in itself. It’s not living your life in the present that’s the problem. It’s the belief that today isn’t ok and you must achieve this or that in the future to be happy. It’s running through your days only waiting to start your life in the future. I know a lot of people that are waiting for their retirement so that they can start to enjoy life. But life offers no guarantees – what if today is all you’ve got?
Striving is very hard to give up because after so many years of practice it has become my default way of thinking. There is that old underlying fear – if I’m not striving to achieve something am I just a lazy under achiever?
What can help to interrupt this habitual way of thinking? Mindfulness practice. This means stopping to savour what life is offering today. It means being present and not focused on some other time in the future when the conditions will be optimal. I forget to do this all the time. So when I do catch myself striving, I try to be self-compassionate and remember that this is just an old habit of my mind.
I think I will take a moment right now and lazily savour the sun streaming through the window and watch the chipmunk on my deck staring at me.
With kindness, Patricia
The first time I heard Kristin Neff talk about using self-compassion versus self-criticism for motivation, it seemed like the most radical idea I had ever heard. Kristin asked “How would you try to help a friend if she wanted to lose weight? Would you berate her for over eating, call her names; chastise her for being lazy and having no self-discipline? No”, she said, “you would likely be kind, encourage her not to give up when she fails, point out the areas where she has made progress; you’d be her cheerleader. Now contrast this with how you try to motivate yourself to make changes”.
Kristin’s words really challenged me. My motivational approach to exercise was based on guilt trips for failing to work out, followed by shaming myself for the inability to meet my standards! Gee, I wonder why this was ineffective?? It’s not surprising that establishing an exercise routine was such a chore when I had to endure all of this self-degradation. So how does one motivate oneself to exercise with self-compassion? The first thing I noticed when I really started to analyze it was all the negative critical messages associated exercising – feel the burn, no pain no gain –words that actually encourage suffering for the glory of physical fitness. Even “Just do it" appears to have an underlying negative judgement to it; (Just do it you lazy bum – is what I always imagine is the intended end of that sentence).
So I’m trying something new. I’m going to try to use self-compassion to motivate myself. Like all efforts to be more self-compassionate, it will likely take a lot of practice to change my habitual way of thinking. One small change is that I’m going to drop the illusive “self-discipline” out of my internal vocabulary. I think “discipline” evokes feelings of being bad and needing to be punished and controlled – definitely not motivating. Secondly, when I feel like I don’t want to exercise I’m going to ask myself – What would be the easiest most enjoyable type of physical activity that I could do today? I’ll try to use walking in nature and yoga (things I love) as my primary exercises; if I do other things like weights or tread mill that will just be a bonus!
Oh and the most important thing - when I fail to exercise or gain a little weight, I’m going to try to be kind to myself, encourage myself to not to give up, focus on the areas where I’ve made progress and be my own cheerleader.
With Kindness, Patricia