If you feel like you need to dishonor your authenticity to belong, that’s your signal to move on.
How many times have you felt like you were crawling out of your skin to try to become something that you thought you “should” be? Hint: that’s your inner guide telling you that you’re not listening to it. 💆🏻♀️
I know that there are a million messages out there to ~*be yourself,*~ but a lot of us who are still figuring out our identity, particularly when we’re in recovery, might not remember who we are. I was TERRIFIED to abandon my party girl identify, even though it was causing me immense anxiety and turmoil. 🍾
Remind yourself of this - growing uncomfortably because you’re leaning into your authenticity is waaay different than being uncomfortable in resorting to old habits.
Lean into being initially uncomfortable with setting boundaries. Lean into the rush of asking for help if you need it. Lean into the joy of slowly chipping away at layers of conditioned shame. ⛏
Learn to embrace the rush of radical self love, my dude. ...
“Maybe tomorrow” has been my mantra for as long as I can remember.
I wanted to quit drinking. But I always had a “good” reason not to. I would tell myself not today, because today I was tired and exhausted and DESERVED a break. That I should stop being so harsh on myself for how I choose to destress. It’s not like I was doing drugs or being irresponsible. All moms drink wine at night, I told myself, and they are all seemingly fine. One day, I told myself, I will quit, just not today.
I wanted to quit smoking. But there was always a tomorrow. Just one more pack. Just one more week. But not this week, because I have lots of important meetings and I don’t to be moody. And not the week after because I’ll be exhausted from the week before. What if giving up cigarettes would make me relapse? Not worth the risk. it’s not like I smoke around my daughter. It’s not like anyone actually even knows I smoke. But one day, I told myself, I will quit, just not today.
I wanted to start writing my book. One day, I will start, just not today. A day when I will be less tired, less busy, less stressed.
Days turn into weeks, into months, into years. That day one never came on its own.
It’s rarely the perfect time for anything. If you look hard enough you will always find an excuse.
I’m learning that if you want something, you have to go for it. You have to put in the work, the time, the energy. There is no way around it. You have to try and try, and if it doesn’t work, try again until it does.
It’s a decision, that only we can make for ourselves. To take the first step, to give it our best shot. To commit. To block out doubts, that fear of failing and having to start over. To try, and try and try again.
Want to quit drinking?
Write a book?
Apply for your dream job?
Start working out?
Start a business?
Learn to paint?
Call your mom?
Text an old friend?
There is RARELY a bad time to do something that is good for you.
The best time to do it was yesterday, the second best is now.
If you’re waiting for that day, to start something you’ve been meaning to start, to do something you’ve been wanting to do, make that day today. Your future self will thank you. ...