So, I wanted to share an incident that speaks to the subject of this thread. I hope any of you who can relate will share, too.
Yesterday I had a short, impromptu meeting with someone in authority about some potential work I could do with/for him. The person was helpful and nice enough, but two things happened that threw me into a place where I needed to practice self-compassion:
1) When we first sat down to talk, he confused me with someone else that he had been speaking to recently, but hadn't met, yet. He was very enthusiastic. Then he found out that I wasn't that person, and it felt to me that his interest waned quite a bit.
2) He made a comment that I felt implied that my experience/education/background was inferior. (I may have read too much into that, though. He wasn't rude.)
I left the meeting feeling pretty deflated (for a lot of background reasons that I don't need to get into here). It was good for me to understand that the interest in my working for him wasn't there, so that I can move on to situations where my skills are desired and valued. So, that's the good news. The bad news is that the meeting triggered some old pain in me and my head started to do its dance of stinking thinking. My self-esteem had taken a hit.
So, I let myself feel the disappointment, did a physical practice to help me refocus (my head was still running over the options, events. etc.). Another voice in my head spoke encouragingly, seeing the positives. But I was still stuck. I could feel it in my body.
It wasn't until this morning, when I thought to myself, "I really need to let myself feel this
all the way through, and give myself compassion" did things really shift.
I felt the disappointment (which was now hurt) in the middle of my chest as a heavy tightness. I began to realize that the mistaken identity that happened at the meeting touched an old wound of mine, which has to do with my relationship with my father (surprise surprise—the person I met was an older man with authority), and my core feelings of there being something wrong with me/I'm not wanted, etc. It felt like a very young part of me was hurting, so I pictured the 4 year-old me and showered her with love and hugs. Imagined holding her tight and spoke sweetly to her. Meanwhile I put one hand on my chest, and one on my belly. I reminded myself that everyone experiences disappointments and letdowns. Reminded myself to feel my feelings and be present and caring toward myself.
I shed some tears, and then got up to start my day. I felt so much lighter, and thinking back now on the meeting, I can't feel any hurt around it at all.
What I'm learning is that feeling our feelings is more than just feeling them I think a lot of times when we think we are feeling them, we've actually not gone far enough. They haven't really been felt and processed, so they can remain stuck. That's fodder for another post, perhaps, but I find it fascinating.
So, this was my self-compassion practice for this week so far.

Does anyone have one to share, too, or any comments to make?
Thanks for reading.
heartandwhole