If you totalled up the time that you’ve spent worrying about things in your lifetime, how much time do you think that might amount to? How many hours spent stressing have accumulated into days that have then grown into weeks and beyond?
The only thing that worry achieves is that it prevents us from living in the moment. It acts as a barrier.
Worry is born from fear. Fear that we won’t have control of an outcome. Fear that we won’t be able to deal with an end result. Fear that we won’t have enough or that we won’t be enough.
When we are faced with true, life altering circumstances we have to adapt. Worrying about them prior to them (possibly) actually happening is really just another version of living in fear.
Fear is a multi million dollar industry. It’s a high profit business. Advertising techniques are so sophisticated that we often don’t even realise that we are being manipulated in any particular direction. For example, is fear of aging a natural concern or is it something we learn? Do we buy anti aging products because of a pure desire or is it because we’ve been told that we need to chase an ideal?
In addition to worrying about what hasn’t happened we even worry about what has happened. We stress about what has already passed and cannot be changed. We look behind instead of staying present.
How much of what we worry about actually matters?
I recently went on a road trip with my husband. We stayed at a remote, rustic cabin and there was no running water or electricity. Prior to the trip I’d been really excited to get away from it all but also a little worried about how we’d get by. Much as I loved the idea of getting back to basics, I wasn’t entirely sure how the reality would be.
It almost feels like an understatement to say that the reality was awesome. More so than either of us had expected. Much, much more. Because we truly let go and enjoyed each beautiful, amazing moment. We didn’t worry about anything. We stayed present.
We bathed in water that we pumped from the stream and I didn’t care about not having a hairdryer. I didn’t even wash my hair.
I ate garlic bread (lots of it) and I didn’t care about my stomach looking bigger. I drank wine and took naps.
I had photos taken in my bikini and I didn’t suck my stomach in or care about my pale legs or that I have cellulite on my thighs.
I didn’t wear a scrap of make up. I barely managed a slick of lip balm.
The outcome? We had so many moments where we were doubled over with laughter, where we were so blissfully content, where we truly soaked up the magic and the miracles that nature was so eager to shower us with.
We didn’t worry and we didn’t stress and we embraced the flow of each day.
This is what I’d suggest doesn’t matter:
It doesn’t matter if you didn’t wash your hair. Embrace the wild mop.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t own your home. If you have a roof over your head, you’re winning.
It doesn’t matter if you’re single. You don’t need anyone to complete you – that’s a myth.
It doesn’t matter if you ate the cake. Or the cookie. Or the cake and the cookie.
It doesn’t matter if you have wrinkles. They’re your celebrations of a life lived.
It doesn’t matter if nobody pressed like on your post or you don’t have a zillion followers. Who cares?
It doesn’t matter if you messed up. Learn from the lesson and move on.
It doesn’t matter if your stomach isn’t flat. It doesn’t matter if it is, either.
It doesn’t matter if you feel different to the others. You’re you. You’re awesome.
It doesn’t matter if you feel like you can’t please everyone. None of us can. It’s all good.
It doesn’t matter if you got upset/emotional/grouchy. You’re a human, not a robot.
This is what I’d tell you instead.
Laugh at yourself.
Always choose the adventure, that’s where the magic is.
Love your cellulite. Seriously.
Notice nature. Let it show you all its wonder.
Be brave enough to be vulnerable.
Celebrate your flaws until they no longer frighten you.
Look up. See the wild sky. Isn’t it so amazing?
Shake your booty without shame. Shame is like fear – they’re both liars.
Live to the fullest extent of who you are. Even when it’s uncomfortable. (Especially then).
Daydream. Every day. It’s not ever a waste of time.
Never be defined by someone else’s opinion of you, much less reduced by it.
When we embrace who we are, when we say no to worry and fear, when we say yes to our perfect imperfections, we start to find that life is far more fun. When we are crying with laughter, do we really care if we don’t have a washboard stomach?
Let’s stop being afraid of our thighs and start being blown away by our beauty. We’re fabulous and we need to flaunt it.
Please share below your own tips for kicking fear out and letting life in and let’s spread some light and laughter!
Skylar Liberty Rose is a writer and an empowerment warrior. She is the creator of Fierce Females which she established as a way of celebrating the female spirit and to encourage women to live to their full potential, rather than playing small. Having found her own freedom by releasing limiting beliefs, Skylar seeks to provide others with tools they can use to empower themselves. She is also the creator of the #15SecondMantra Series. Skylar is an advocate of stripping away layers of conditioning and instead discovering the unique truth within. Creativity is her meditation. She is inspired by courageous hearts and creative souls. She grew up in London and now lives in New York City with her husband. You can connect with her on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, YouTube and her blog.
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