Who actually eats worms?
I’ve been pondering my thin skin all day today.
Sometimes, I’ll write something and one or two people will comment in a way that I perceive as negative.
That perception may or may not be true.
But what IS true, is that all of my perceptions of what other people are doing or saying is a direct
and CLEAR reflection of what I think about myself.
So today’s message is that nobody really likes me.
Isn’t that about the silliest thing you’ve read today?
Yeah, me too.
I sat in that for a bit.
Sitting in that for a while brought up all kinds of things.
Easily distilled into two categories:
- Objections that it is *obviously* not true.
- Affirmations that it *is* true.
But ultimately, what I remembered, and what calmed my monkey brain down, is that not everyone is going to like me ever.
Not everyone can like me.
Who I am doesn’t align perfectly with every other person on the planet.
So now my question, and homework, is to really dig into why I fixate on the one or two out of sometimes dozens of positive and encouraging things?
Being a people pleaser is tough duty.
The most powerful thing I can do is stop being a people pleaser, and just really work on coming from my own place of power, which is kindness.
I’m not going to eat the worms.
I’m going to befriend the worms today.
I’m going to remember to show up.
Living life out loud.
Loving myself.