Boy, I get really lost in life at times. I can hit a wall of me wanting what I want. I’ll get all stubborn and wonky as I sit there with teary eyes and a “this sucks” thumb in my mouth. When I find myself in this place, I ask myself these questions:
How dare I feel self-pity? I am responsible for how my life is going. If I don’t like the way the cards are falling, I need to get my bottom in gear and do something different.
How dare I not be grateful? Life is such a beautiful gift! When I forget to see this, I am in trouble. All I need do is make a list of what I have and what I have going for me–and the joy starts to bubble up.
How dare I not give life my all? There is the flagging-fanny factor that quite often will find its way into my behavior. Let me push the throttle back to full-on forward and my life rocks its roll again.
How dare I demand the stars as I spit on the earth? This one means I’m not paying attention. I need to stay where my feet are in this place of here and now. I must work with what I have as I strive for the stars.
How dare I shake my fist at God and demand happiness? My God created me to be happy, but my happiness ain’t His problem. Happiness is an inside job and I am the delver and diviner of the make-me-smile stuff. Get moving, baby!
How dare I take from others and not give of myself? When I demand things and comfort from others, I am in short supply of kindness and love. I have forgotten that it is in the giving of me that I am realized and I become more.
How dare I not embrace my beauty? When I disparage myself and find fault with me, I have settled into lazy-lady mode. I have shut my eyes to the wonder of me because I am not willing to continue the work of polishing those scratches and faults out of my character.
How dare I not love myself? When I am feeling crinkly and kicking the hell out of me, it is because I have simply lost touch with me. This is the time I need to pull into myself and simply be with me. I need to celebrate myself unto myself and with myself. And then that smiling grace of wonder at who I am returns.
How dare I not laugh? I must always remember what a gift life is and what a remarkable game it is as well. One laugh begets another and then the hoots of hilarity start and my soul bounces right along.
What about you? What does your “How dare I list?” look like? I’d love to know! Really, I would love for you to share it with me at info@insightsonaging.com.
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