What I love about growing older and, perhaps more gradually, wiser is the delight I take in acting a fool. I don’t get embarrassed as easily. I am more confident in my opinions and actions. And I take bigger risks with a whole lot less fear of making mistakes.
One of my fave-ish quotes: What others think of you is none of your business. BOOM! So liberating.
Also, I’ve been inundated with more Byron Katie over the last few days. Vids of hers just keep showing up in my inbox somehow. And she is so Shakespeare’s Hamlet about everything: “… for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.”
I let go, release, and allow more than I ever thought possible. I don’t know if it’s the grip of ego that lessens over time, when comfy shoes trump fashion and maintaining perfect brows seems overrated, or if it’s the practice of mindfulness that has really begun to sink in. Or both!
Either way, it feels great to stand tall, chest proud, A-cups still sitting pretty. All things I would have loved to change at some point along the way.
I was always too tall, too thick [think legs/booty], feet too big, boobs to small, not feminine enough, too butch, hair was always weird (long or short), skin–an ongoing issue. I’ve slumped and caved my chest to make my broad shoulders look more girly. I’ve dieted with the best of ’em (Atkins, Fat Free, etc.). I’ve worn push-up bras and shoes too small. I’ve taken birth control (silly lesbian) just for my skin.
And now I embrace all those things, including (I forgot to mention) my big ears and fugly bunion.
“Comparison is the thief of joy.” -Dwight Edwards
Isn’t it so true? Who exactly are we comparing ourselves to? Because I have yet to meet the perfect person. In fact, if we were all “perfect” we’d be dying for some goddamn originality.
One more time: “… for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.”
On this foolish Day of April, 2014, I challenge you to act (less) a fool in your thinking, BUT more a fool in your actions. #tyomd (tweetable)
Go buck wild on your old beliefs and bust out of your bullshit box.
Embrace your ever loving bunion, and go buy yourself some Birkenstocks! That’s what this is all about;)
I leave you with this: “Now them gulls up the block still runnin they mouth. BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL!
If anybody talk bad about the Dirty South. Tell me what I’M gon do? ACT A FOOL!” -LUDAcris