The first time I set out to impress my father was at about age 6 or 7. I showed him a book I was wanted to believe I was capable of reading. Far beyond my ability, my dad humored me, “that’s nice, dear.” I wanted him to tell me I was a smart girl.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to exist within a pattern of wanting to impress people, especially my father ,and within this to equate my self worth, value, and my potential by how others view me and within this I supported the construct that judgment of others is a valid tool with which to assess each other.
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to exist within a need to have my father “be proud” of me as someone special and within…
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