It’s Super Bowl Sunday; something that means close to nothing in this house, but seems to have taken hold of what feels like the rest of the world. People are organizing parties, spending time with people they love, uniting for a common interest. Though I’ll never fully understand, and aside from the binge drinking and eating that go along with it, it’s a really wonderful thing to gather your closest and dearest friends and family under one roof.
Glass half empty here, but it is really too bad we only do things like that on occasions so trivial.
Time is meant to be spent with the people who make you whole; who better your heart and soul, make you laugh, listen to you, and most of all, love you.
It sounds contradictory; but as a writer, how effective would I be if I didn’t counter myself a bit? It’s also really important to learn to better your own soul, learn how to make yourself laugh, listen to your heart, and really, truly, from the depths of your being, love yourself. How can we possibly enjoy and appreciate wonderful people, animals, the moon, the sky, and the earth beneath our feet, if we can’t even love ourselves?
It seems we get to a point where we feel we have it all figured out. We feel centered and grounded. We do what makes us feel good. We take care of our bodies, and are grateful for them allowing us to be in the beautiful presence of all the wonders in this world. Then there are times when you can’t seem to identify yourself. Your face seems unrecognizable in the mirror. Your wounds open up and you’ve forgotten how to let yourself feel them. And the only way to heal, is to acknowledge them. Even if it means they crash into you like waves on the shore, knocking you down over and over until you finally decide you’ve had enough. That my friends, is where change comes from.
The path of self discovery and peace within ourselves is never ending. But wouldn’t it be nice, and by nice I mean easy, if we never let it slip out of our hands so far that it feels impossible to ever grasp again? And that’s where we start over; old habits, old ways of speaking and thinking to ourselves and others, old, debilitating, and self destructive ways that have lead us astray so many times. It collectively feels like the end of a soul searching, beautiful hold on our lives, and the beginning of the very same thing.
We’re not perfect. We are perfectly flawed in so many ways. We make mistakes. We say and do the wrong things for the wrong reasons. It is so easy to sit and bite our nails, tap our feet, twirl our hair, and wallow in our mistakes. They eat us alive. If only we could truly realize that all of the things we feel we are doing wrong, are leading us to the best versions of ourselves..again.
If it doesn’t challenge you, it doesn’t change you. Be patient and kind with yourself and the people around you. We are all trying to mold into our best self. And remember, if you feel like you have messed up, fallen off your path, said the wrong thing, and you are deeply feeling because of it, you’re half way to being you again. If we didn’t know we were wrong, we would never change. We are perfectly human; beautiful, smart, funny, and loving. It’s our nature to be this way. We slip, but we always get back up.
“Every day presents a new opportunity to grow and press forward to your success. Stay the course believing that where you are right now doesn’t matter, as long as you are moving in the right direction.”