The other day, while sitting in circle, a student who had been upset and crying outside because a friend hurt her feelings, leaned over to me and said: "I'm sorry I'm crying over something so small." My heart sank because I knew how she felt. I looked our sweet student in the face and reassured her she had nothing to apologize for, that her feelings, no matter what they were, were valid. Why is it so easy to recognize the pain or sadness of another human as valid, but it's such a challenge to honor and validate my/our own? I've struggled with not only validating my own feelings but even recognizing them. Over the summer, with my sister and nephew in town, I was sure that the nausea and trouble breathing I was experiencing, were due to an asthma attack. My hands and fingers cramped up and I felt like I was hyperventilating. My husband took me to urgent care where the doctor listened to my symptoms and asked if I was especially worried about some