Yesterday, in a Coping and Healing Group, one of the members shared a new, helpful mantra:
The struggle is over.
People immediately responded to that, discussing how it got them out of a victim- or fear-based perspective. We talked about how “the struggle is over” didn’t discount challenges or past trauma; instead, it refocused on empowerment and strengths rather than on helplessness and negatives.
We also talked about how today’s Daily Bitch Calendar was a funny commentary on “The Struggle is Over.”
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The struggle is over as I decide what other images to share with you today.
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Because the YouTube video I shared in yesterday’s blog post is helping me to see that the struggle is over, I am sharing it again.
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Thanks to all who help me believe that the struggle is over, including YOU!
I like that mantra! the video you posted is good, too!
I’m so glad you like them, Carol Anne.
the struggle is over when you say it is. then, onward.
I like the things you say, beth.
I never had to struggle with weight until my mid-sixties – always around 125, prettyish, and thinking I would have no problem with growing older. Then I quit smoking and took up chocolate and cream sauces, and steadily gained weight and grew older at the same time. I tried to get back to where I once belonged for a few short years, but now that struggle is over. I’m a fattish old lady, comfortable once again, with who and what I am. Not giving up the political struggle, however. Some struggles must go on!
I never had to struggle with weight until my mid-sixties – always around 125, prettyish, and thinking I would have no problem with growing older. Then I quit smoking and took up chocolate and cream sauces, and steadily gained weight and grew older at the same time. I tried to get back to where I once belonged for a few short years, but now that struggle is over. I’m a fattish old lady, comfortable once again, with who and what I am. Not giving up the political struggle, however. Some struggles must go on!
I never had to struggle with weight until my mid-sixties – always around 125, prettyish, and thinking I would have no problem with growing older. Then I quit smoking and took up chocolate and cream sauces, and steadily gained weight and grew older at the same time. I tried to get back to where I once belonged for a few short years, but now that struggle is over. I’m a fattish old lady, comfortable once again, with who and what I am. Not giving up the political struggle, however. Some struggles must go on!
(your site still does not accept my comments that I can see)
Barbara Stoner
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It is accepting them now — I hope this struggle is over!
I’d walked all over the Louvre and seen most of the paintings I wanted to see but there was one I was struggling to find. Finally I asked a docent, “Ou es Jean-Francois Millet?” She didn’t even need the name of the painting. She just sighed, rolled her eyes, and said, “Musee d’Orsay.”
And that’s where I found it.
I love that anecdote
I love your comments.
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