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November 2009 
Are you good at accepting compliments?
Posted on Jun 27th, 2009
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mimi
mimi
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for June 27, 2009:
Yep, because a compliment is a gift and there has to be a receiver to make it complete. I accept graciously without making a big fuss or making the giver feel uncomfortable about what they said to me.
Photo credits: (Google images) ""I support compliments" by Lexnger
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Such a cute image! I've to learn from you how to accept …
I like your thought, mimi; sometimes it is difficult for people to give copliments and doing so requires something more of them than we are always aware.
It's easy to receive it you just make it short and sincere. Just say “thanks. Like –
thaaaanks, Mom/Meenaskshi (…and smile) or
“Wow!/Gee!, thanks, I love it”
A lot of compliments I give come from direct observation and thinking out loud –
“what a cute dog/baby- (…what's its name?)
“what a pretty shade of blue, it looks great on you”
“you're such a good helper/your help is appreciated”
Mostly, I thank or compliment people for small things I appreciate.
I find it easy to give sincere compliments to others. But, for a lot of years when someone gave me a compliment, it was almost a knee-jerk reaction for me to diminish it. Like, “I really like your painting!” And, I would then point out all the flaws I thought was wrong with it. I still can fall into that mentality, but try to catch myself and just say, “Thank you.” I don't know why I developed that pattern, but I am glad I am working on simply accepting genuine appreciation.
I agree, it is a pretty shade of blue. Which reminds me….did you ever use bluing for your laundry? Or Ritz dye for a change.
Thanks you very much for your good advice.
Maybe I'll grow into just graciously accepting compliments like you, Mimzy…
for now I'm still a MoonCHILD and Reflect the compliment right back to where it's coming from…appreciation begets appreciation…even if I'm just complimenting them back for noticing whatever :-D
Muuuuah~~<3
I'm getting better at it, but sometimes I so disagree with someone's compliment like “wow, your haircut looks great!” that I just bust out with my negative talk before I think about it
“OMG, I just feel like a pinhead after the hairdresser got scissor happy!” OOOOpppps. Sorry, that was not what I meant to say. “Thank you.”
It's so awful because I know that I just dissed someone's opinion.
But, at least it doesn't happen NEARLY as much as it used to. Even old puppies like me can learn new tricks. :)
You are a treasure for us all Mimi, late getting here,only to find you have mentioned me anyway, lol Love yer to bits. Mum is in hospital again and a bit fed up but they are doing necessary tests.
thanks everyone for your comments and sharing your own experiences. i can relate to all of them. I was so shy when I was a kid, and got flustered when anyone said anything to me. I remember being about 5 and learning that an aunt and uncle I never met before were coming to visit from far away. When they drove up, I ran to the next door neighbours porch and hid under the steps. I was afraid they might try to make a fuss over me, say how cute I was, or try to hug me. And I can identify with making up all the disclaimers when someone gave me a compliment - “oh, it's nothing,”.
Thanks Judi, you gave me a new perspective about “dissing someone's opinion”.
Zepher - you are always an inspiration to me. Sorry to hear about your Mum and wish her well. You will have a small respite while she is there.
Thanks Rez you always reflect so much positive energy xxxx00
Otter, I love your paintings and still have one of them in my mental image - something that reminded me of Mexico - lots of shades of orange.
OOoops! hit “send” too soon.
Yes, maze, i am old enough to remember bluing, having to cook laundry starch in a pot, and Ritz dye. I feel a blog coming on………..about doing laundry in 1949….Ah, the memories….it will be good for the book of stories I am making for my grandchildren. They often ask me wheat is what like when I was a kid because they are kids themselves and seem to easily accept the fact that even I, mimi, was a kid too.