Mariya Ali

Today, I will treat myself as thought I am a gift. I will let go of my beliefs I have about being a burden – to my friends, my family and myself.

The Language of Letting Go

An image on my vision board says:

Treat yourself like a trash can and it will show

I certainly do fill my body up with “trash” (and yes, it certainly shows :)).

Awesome April is my new health kick, where I will try and nourish my body with healthier food, or at the very least, no more binging on junk. I’ve kept the weight loss off, but I’m sure that if I don’t form new habits, I will lose the battle of the bulge yet again.

I managed to cut short a “my diet starts tomorrow so fudge it” session yesterday. Hopefully I can continue the trend in April!

Phew, one day at a time.

Oh chocolate, how I shall miss thee.

Help me own my own power to love and appreciate myself instead of looking to others to do that.

The Language of Letting Go

I’ve never seen so many Freudian slips in my life

Frasier Crane at a skiing conference for psychiatrists, Frasier

This is a screenshot of my diary entry from March 24th. I normally write my daily affirmation at the top of my entry.

It reads:

Appreciating others

Appreciating ourselves

Wow, what a Freudian slip that was!

Note to self – listen to Angie and appreciate myself.

Today, I will disregard any flack I receive for changing my behaviours or making other efforts to be myself.

The Language of Letting Go

Help me let go of my need to be a victim. Help me let go of my belief that to be loved and get attention I need to be a victim. Surround me with people who love me when I own my power. Help me start having good days and enjoying them.

The Language of Letting Go

My Prayer

Dear God,

Continue to reduce the number of bad days

And increase the number of good days

Bless me with good health

So that I can fight off the bad days

Today, help me become willing to let go of old beliefs and feelings that may be hurting me. Gently take them from me and replace them with new beliefs and feelings. I do deserve the best life and love have to offer. Help me believe that.

The Language of Letting Go

“Repunzel, Repunzel, let down your hair”

The handsome prince shouted from below the tower

Repunzel obliged, mermerised by the thought of leaving the tower she was locked in.

She let down her hair

Her long, black, straight hair

That she had grown out to the prince’s taste.

Up the Prince climbed, with promises of freedom

Exactly what Repunzel had yearned and dreamed of for so many years

“Oh thank you handsome prince, for saving me”

Said Repunzel

The handsome prince kissed Repunzel, supposedly True Love’s kiss

And held her hands in his

Repunzel breathed in his scent and thought

“All of those years of pain were worth this one moment in time”.

And just as she thought this

She felt a cold sensation around her wrists

Looking down, she saw the handcuffs that he had put around her hands

While he was kissing her and making her dream her deepest desires

He looked at her and smiled

While he threw the key out of the window

And then, he vanished

Not even looking over his shoulder.

What happened to Repunzel?

She cut her hair and used it as thread

And stitched a parachute from her cape.

In a blind leap of faith, she jumped.

And landed softly right beside her key.

Opening her handcuffs, she thought to herself

“I’m finally free and the world is my oyster”.

Then she took her first step

Towards her bright, free and beautiful future.