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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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“You teach people how to treat you by what you allow, what you stop, and what you reinforce.”
— Tony Gaskins
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by sweatysal
Instead of saying “I don’t have time” try saying “it’s not a priority,” and see how that feels. Often, that’s a perfectly adequate explanation. I have time to iron my sheets, I just don’t want to. But other things are harder. Try it: “I’m not going to edit your résumé, sweetie, because it’s not a priority.” “I don’t go to the doctor because my health is not a priority.” If these phrases don’t sit well, that’s the point. Changing our language reminds us that time is a choice. If we don’t like how we’re spending an hour, we can choose differently.
Wall Street Journal (via makeandgather)
You must love in such a way that the person you love feels free.
Thich Nhat Hanh (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and they will come forth, later, in uglier ways.
Sigmund Freud (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Every night her thoughts weighed heavily on her soul, but every morning she would get up to fight another day. Every night she survived.
r.h.sin (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
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