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Mantras for Self

Daily Affirmations

By Chris Elliott Published 5 years ago 2 min read

Let this be the start of something new. A new, focused, purposeful way of being. Of seeing. Of thinking. Of moving through this existence.

May I treat myself with more ease and grace – in thought and in heart.

May I loosen my grip on fear and perfection so my true, unfiltered essence can thrive.

May this chapter be filled with a growing patience, forgiveness, and understanding. I hope to remember that I am my world – it all starts and ends within.

May I cultivate greater acceptance and deprogram my destructive, self-deprecative learnings.

May I focus on healing and evolving and not cling to the familiarity of pain and suffering.

May I build a tolerance (and hopefully, eventually, an affinity) for the discomfort of standing in, owning, and sharing my own truths. May that become the new pain and discomfort I cling to, so at least the suffering serves a deeper purpose.

May I learn to settle more into this impermanent skin. May I develop a more intimate understanding of the impermanent nature of life.

May I lean into my blessings.

May I learn to receive.

May I hone my superpower.

May I know that to love oneself is not vanity nor selfishness – but the greatest gift one can give to the entirety of our species. The quest of self-love will unearth my abilities and blaze the trail for the legacy I shall leave behind.

May I stay in the now; and, when I drift to yesteryear or into days yet to pass, may I gently bring myself back. Time and time again. Because, may I remember, I will drift. And that’s okay. No matter how far down the path of enlightenment I venture, the perfect practice will not exist.

May I learn to live in harmony with my feelings – our hands clasped + fingers intertwined; as opposed to through them, in spite of them, or as if I didn’t have them at all. May they be my friends. May I allow them to be my teachers.

May I come to know the pain of pushing through more than that of holding back.

May I know the lightness of being more than the weight of remorse.

May I live out of the box, forever crossing all of my own lines.

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