My kiddos are at such a great age: two and five. They believe whole-heartedly in themselves. They believe they ARE superheroes. They can leap any couch or fence or building in New York City. They believe they are stronger than a tiger or bear or villain. They can wrestle grandpa to the ground in two super moves. They believe they can be anything they want to be, including Batman, Wonder Woman, “Super Hurricane”, doctor, police officer, princess, knight, paleontologist, or guitarist. They believe in themselves — their powers, brawn, and smarts — and the superhero powers of the people who love them.
We all were once like this.
Then “(&*^*$&^#&^$)” happens.
Joey runs a whole heck of a lot faster than we do. Sally gets every word right on her spelling test – every time. Zach’s science experiment wins first place – again. And we start comparing ourselves to others, which is usually accompanied with saying some crappy things to ourselves and internalizing what others say about us. And slowly over time, we stop believing in ourselves.
So maybe you are a slow runner. Maybe you still don’t spell well (spell check rocks!). Maybe you just don’t get physics or biology or even simple science.
So what if there is a “better” or “more talented” artist, singer, song-writer, author, athlete, mom, dad, runner,….blah blah blah…you name it?! Who defines “better” or “more talented?”
I remember being at a writing workshop with a well-known author. Someone asked, “But there are a bagillion books out there on (whatever the subject was)!” And she responded, “But not in your voice. There is no book about …… with YOUR voice, from YOUR point of view.”
Somewhere along the line we stop believing we are gorgeous, talented, loveable, and strong. Well enough.
For those of you who have been reading my blog for awhile now, you’ll know that I’m all about saying “enough!” to anything that holds us back from believing in our goodness, from aligning ourselves with each other, from doing what delights our hearts.
I’m not living in some fairytale. I’m in the thick of “reality”…right here with two little ones, a mortgage, a job, struggles and challenges, joys and periods/moments of calm.
And I BELIEVE that we create our realities.
We CAN live a life filled mostly of delight.
I BELIEVE we all our gorgeous and good and beautiful.
And I believe that it is our birthright to own our gorgeous, good, and beautiful selves.
So my forties are going to be about reclaiming the rockstar queen in me. How that rockstar queen looks may be QUITE different than YOUR rockstar queen. And that rocks! There’s enough light for us all to shine – however bright we want to shine!