During the mornings radio program I do with life coach Nicole Greer entitled, A Little Bit Vibrant and A Little Bit Moxie discussing the trap of perfectionism, I shared about an experience I had when I belonged to a support group for widows that ranged in age from a woman in her eighties to me, the youngest, in my mid thirties. This lively, engaging group supported one another in re-configuring life amidst widowhood.
Robin Hood had his band of mighty men, and I had a band of widows that helped me rediscover my passion and gusto for life. With one foul swoop all of my neatly ordered ducks had fallen out of a row and any idea of a magazine ready life had ended up on its backside.
This precious band of warriors met regularly for lunch and once attended a Friday night party at an Arthur Murray Dance Studio. The way these parties worked was that while guest we’re drinking the liberally poured champagne, dance instructors moseyed around the room with an invitation for a spin on the dance floor in hopes of enticing us into dance lessons.
Do you face each day with the idea that you are broken and need something outside of yourself to fix you? Do you look for that illusive magic pill that will make you complete when you’re already filled to the brim with gold?
What if instead of believing you’re deficient you owned that you’re fully complete and have everything you need within you to live a full and thriving life?
Some things don’t need to be fixed. Some things need a whole new perspective.
What if instead of seeing the world as a victim, out of control, lacking and insufficient, you realized that you’re stocked full withGod’s utter wealth and brilliance. What if you believed you were absolutely loved to the fullest measure the way you are now?
Nine-month-old Wyatt sat on my lap preening his neck one way and then the other to capture the colorful movement flashing on the TV screen in front of him and the reflection in the mirror behind him.
He seemed unclear where to devote his attention. Sound familiar? Often there are so many colors flashing at us in life that it becomes difficult to know where to focus. We position our gaze on something, only to discover it’s merely a reflection and not what we thought it was at all.
How many dangling carrots have grabbed your attention, only to distract you from what you really wanted to focus on?