Let’s just put this out there from the start: you’re going to mess up. You’ve already done it, actually. Probably this morning. Maybe just now when you snapped at your kid, partner, or that person who dared to walk too slowly in front of you while you were already late and hangry.
But here’s the twist no one handed us in school, you’re allowed to forgive yourself.
Let me say that again for the people in the back clutching a decade’s worth of guilt like it’s a designer handbag: you are allowed to forgive yourself.
You’ve probably heard the quote:
“Silence and smile are two powerful tools. Smile is the way to solve many problems, and silence is the way to avoid many problems.”
Sounds poetic, right? But let’s be honest, if you’re living with hormonal teenagers, working in customer service, dealing with your ex, or just navigating life as a human being in 2025… then silence and smiling can feel like Olympic-level acts of self-restraint.
But stick with me. These two simple tools might just be the superhero cape you didn’t know you had hanging in your emotional wardrobe. Let’s unpack why.
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You wanna know what real growth looks like? It’s not meditating in the Himalayas or reading five parenting books in a week. It’s looking your child dead in the eye while they say, “Mum, you’re being a B_ _ _ _ H,” and not replying with “When I was your age, I’d have got a slipper for even thinking that!”
Nope. It’s standing there, menopausal, emotional, probably sweating like you’ve just done a HIIT workout by accident and saying, “Okay. Tell me more.”
It sounds easy. It’s not.
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You know the saying, “We’re drowning in information but starving for transformation”? Well, if that isn’t the most accurate summary of modern life, I don’t know what is.
Take last Thursday, for example. I had a hankering for something sweet. Something decadent. Something that didn’t require me to turn on the oven. So, I did what any self-respecting adult with Wi-Fi and a cupboard full of questionable ambitions would do, I Googled “no-bake cheesecake recipe.”
Simple enough, right?
Wrong.
No one speaks about the resentment you have towards yourself after you didn’t listen to your gut. So, let me break the silence.
Your gut isn’t just there to process chickpea curry and make awkward noises in yoga class. It’s the universe’s dodgy little messenger stuffed in your abdomen, whispering, “Oi, this isn’t it.” But do we listen? Of course not. We let logic, fear, comfort, and that seductive little gremlin called Avoidance take the wheel while our gut just sits there, arms crossed like a disappointed aunty who told you not to date that guy with the man bun and emotional unavailability.
Let’s rewind.
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