i must be more kind.

As Margaret D. Naduald once said ,

"...the world has enough women who are tough. we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse, we need women who are kind....we have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity."

That quote has been hanging in my shower for year and a constant reminder of the behavior modifications that I need to make. Being tenacious is admirable, however, I tend to forget that I can maintain a strong ground while still being considerate of those around me. Learning to sacrifice for others while still being true to yourself is a hard balance to achieve, but I would think that would be the epitome of healthy selflessness. Unfortunately the world has taught us that being kind can also mean being vulnerable and that is always too risky. So sad. While I will never be her:

I do have an objective...once again, I will be taking baby steps.

The goal: be less prideful and be more compassionate. 

Execution: ???? prayer, patience and a miracle ???? and paying more attention to the good men and women around me that exemplify this.

And why do I bring this up? Because I clearly have some neurotic need to make my flaws public...but mainly because Christie shared one of my FAVORITE C.S. Lewis quotes (from The Weight of Glory) yesterday in class and it was a sign..

"There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations--these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit--immortal horrors or everlasting splendours. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of the kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have, from the outset, taken each other seriously--no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption. And our charity must be real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinners--no mere tolerance, or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment. Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses. If he is your Christian neighbour, he is holy in almost the same way, for in him also Christ vere latitat, the glorifier and the glorified, Glory Himself, is truly hidden."