If you weren’t you. Who would you be?
I could’ve been an artist, or a famous musician, or at the least a great pianist, or even a rapper. Okay, that’s really going from the sublime to the ridiculous.
But I’m sharing what filled my consciousness this morning when I asked myself what if you weren’t you, who could you have been?
These are the philosophical questions that keep me awake in the wee hours, compelling me to get up and eat…something…anything. Just saying…it’s not my fault.
Abraham Maslow said “You will either step forward into growth or you will step back into safety.”
Get out of the old zone
My Mum told me the same thing, although not as eloquently as Maslow.
She told me that to step into growth you’ve got to emotionally involve yourself in higher ideas…ideas that aren’t in harmony with who you currently are.
In other words get out of your comfort zone kiddo. I don’t think she meant get up in the middle of the night and have a snack. But, getting out of comfort zones sounds well, uncomfortable.
Wait, that’s what getting out of your comfort zone means…aha I get it.
How about you?
What if you stopped comparing yourself to others?
What if you invested in yourself every day…time, fun, peace and quiet, exercise, or meditation?
What if you always saw the good in everyone, however tiny?
What if you smiled at people you passed in the street…just because?
What if optimism was your natural state?
What if you read or watched something inspirational, every day for a month?
What if you saw your friends and family as the people you knew they would like to be?
What if you believed you were incredibly successful, prosperous, happy, loved, secure, spiritually enlightened?
What if you believed in yourself…completely?
And if nothing else, just keep feeling the feeling. Tell yourself repeatedly, I’m ecstatic, I’m relieved, I’m incredibly happy, whatever you feel now that you’re living your higher ideals. How uncomfortable is that? It’s too, too cool not to do. And doesn’t involve midnight snacking.
Encourage each other.
Love Elle.
xoxo
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Another ray of written sunshine :0) thank you Elle!
I’m happy you like my blog Steven…I like yours too…it must be some kind of mutual admiration society:-)
You’re fortunate to have a mom who thought like that (enlightened) and encouraged you.
Isn’t that the truth Harriet. My grandma too…it took me a while to cotton on tho’:-)
You’ve read my thoughts Elle
at the end of the day, you can only be you……have a crack at being the best “you” possible
P.S I like smiling
be good to yourself
David
Thanks David. I like smiling too:)
Would have liked to have experienced “UK Elle da belle” rappin!
Your mum was a true pearl and perhaps the best of Elle began with her
Scottish wisdom times with you.
You are so right Rev Dore. My Mum was definitely a Scottish pearl.