What you pollinate is what will bloom. The closer we are to our earnest nature the more heartfelt are our experiences. Not unlike binging on crap food and paying out your arse for it later, anytime we’re pitting our best selves against anything we’re most inclined to wind up losing: health, respect, career opportunity, income, or the love of our life. Imagine that adorable puppy you saw in the window, except you didn’t quite consider your finely upholstered furniture before bringing his teeth home. Say you’ve been waiting many consciously drama-free years for a quality romantic partner while present moment finds you lost in a sea of swirly squirrelly sentiments that aren’t consistent with your boundaries. Cinching a high persuasion of personal conviction in the ranks of our globe trotting a parade of similarity junkies can be tough to untangle. Integrity is sexy. It’s a celebratory feat to be real.
Individuality is the new wealth. ~ Pharrell Williams
Accountability is that bite when we rescue ill-fated finger-pointing back in the right direction. Meaning, it’s figuring out how our neediness shouldn’t be focused on picking apart others relations with us, so much as leading the charge out of our wish to control how everyone handles us. I overheard a loving girlfriend discussing her partner’s use of marijuana lately. The dialogue became a healthy individual debate. She veered from blame to perceptive guilty patterns about why we so badly want to manage others. Maybe some calm smoking time was actually beneficial in the recent coronavirus wake of being the bread-winner mixed with tackling their three children, not to mention racial injustices snaking the rug from beneath their feet in weirder ways than usual. There are intergalactic troops of transformation awaiting our every move whenever we welcome a leap or a step back on the sincerity train.
Candid should be our all-time favorite candy. Nevertheless, life can be overtly triggering.
Seriously, take in the pictures you take. Suggesting ourselves out loud visually and sometimes with audio on social media provides a platform for outspoken candor that’s typically abused. I’m not an advocate for the overuse of depressive, fear-mongering media in general, however, there’s quite a bit to be said for disclosing actuality compared to drawing followers for popularity versus creativity. We simply spend too much planetary schedule circling our cycling round others’ attention. We chase or even stalk persons of potential interest with those whom we desperately misconceive we aim to be like. When, in fact, the pursuit all along is alternatively how quickly we may become who we really are meant to be. The idea is to pull in the forces of fabulousness that heighten your faithful favor.
I often think of songwriters when pondering the flow of legitimacy. Numerous notables have ‘sold out’ to win a mega chart-topping number, or been a one-hit-wonder, yet missing the beat on connecting further with audience appeal. I wonder if their truths just aren’t in it. Then we’ve got those confident country stars belting out about their backyard hoes, amorous woes, and baby mama to thunder or lightning tales without the nearest concern for how many fans might puff them pandering to pimp them as a press mess. There are inborn principles of a rock-solid country tune that I believe the big-timers such as Disney finally realized somewhere in our recent space-time continuum. Getting yourself to ditch the allure of staking fame for the fortune of purity is the ironically effective accelerator toward the exact result anyway. Honing your sense of feeling heavenly is the capacity we want to assist in filling.
Tip-topping your narrative with heaping helpings of accuracy will save you loads of wasted time. This living thing is perilous when we engage within its bounds of borderless discipline with ourselves. Giving over to the whims of whatever someone else deems a distraction or important for us lacks the pride we’re worth. We must care more for our honorable innate gospel in order to ride the rails of grade-A living. I’m all for oodles of inspiration to idols beefing up our radars of individual radiance. Other humans have this knack for paving roads we only dared dream so that we see there’s proper possibility. It’s the curvature of skillfully witnessing others which can spark our extraordinariness that’s key. I want us each to be remembered for the monumental light we shine ~ that warm holding hug, the dashing delivery of compliments, powerful listening, moral ability, and a killer smile, in the least.
May your selves deliciously support putting the “you” in authenticity!