Discover Your Most Delicious Life Now, Here’s How (Part 2)

Last week, I posted on social and wrote about getting ready to get ready.

Yesterday, I posted on this topic and how it can hold one back from creating a most delicious life and today I want to pull the thread a bit harder and call attention to the three things that might be sticking points in your life…

If you’re anything like I was just two short years ago…
If you’re anything like the amazing creatives I work with on a daily basis. 

You’ll wanna dive in fully.

Missed the first words in this series? Go get your 5 minute read on here. It’s worth starting this word-share at the beginning. 

Discover Your Most Delicious Life,
Here’s How – Part 2

It’s time to dive into what I first spoke of last week… a pandemic more vicious than the one we are currently surrounded by. 


The claws of this dis-ease come from within… from how we see life, think about ourselves, feel about our situation.


Let’s chat on those three things for a hot second. To sum them up in headlines, they are:


Waiting for Permission, Fear of Judgement and Believing Failure is Bad


Let’s dish on that permission one first. Because it might just be holding you back like it once did me and so many others I know. 


Travel back a moment. Way back and imagine yourself as a tiny, little baby… 


No one magically granted you the rights to first roll over onto your tummy, then one day push yourself up as you wiggled, rocked and swayed to your own unsteady beat.


You didn’t raise a little hand in the air and wave it like you just did care, internally begging pretty please, may I.


You didn’t wait for a crystal-ball moment from someone outside yourself to say, “Okay son, now’s your time. One-two-three, roll. And all will be well.”


Heck to the no-no-no. You listened to nothing other than a knowing within that now was the time.


Did you catch that?


I sincerely hope so because we have become a people so held hostage by an educational system that may mean well, but fails us on so many levels. 


A system that teaches the student to wait for permission before taking a step, going potty, starting an exam, entering a door, even speaking up and having an original opinion until suddenly we are so conditioned to wait, that we grow up waiting for some unknown force to wave us forward in life. 


Here’s the dilemma. 


Just like no one gave you permission to roll, 
then crawl 
then walk... 
No one is going to deem 
now is your time to succeed.


To do that thing you feel called to do. 
To say, you got this! 
To give you a gold star after taking your first step.
To wave a reward for achieving the next step forward. 


Go back to that moment.

You were untrained in the ways of life,
of society.

Un-educated in how life is supposed to work…


Go back, just for a beat. 
Even if you can’t quite remember your adorable self... 


Feet in the air, 
palms cupping soles, 
rocking and coo-ing 
in your own happy zone. 


You can picture it, if not your own self, can you not? 


See as a baby...
you simply found your rhythm.

No struggle. No striving.


First rocking on your back 
until suddenly you gained enough momentum.


But never by asking for permission.


And suddenly 
you were on your belly.
A new view. 
A new balancing act. 
Because you dared to follow your own gut.


An endless stretch of moments of you in play.
In JOY.
In exploration. 


Listening to no one other than your own self. 
Your inner knowing to rock, 
To laugh
To raise your head or arch your back.
To inch in a knee.
To check out your own fingers 
with glee. 


Soon it became 
bum in the air, 
uncaring of the spectacle-of-you 
and not worried in the least 
what the larger-than-life people 
all around you were doing. 


How often can you say you care nothing of what another thinks of you in the now?


When you care about another
over your inner instinct,
you have now entered the danger zone…

Fear of Judgement, number two on our most debilitating list. 


I mean, could you see yourself, 
as an adult, 
not a cute-as-pie baby, 
laying on the floor– 
in public 
for ten minutes straight..?


Uncaring of what others might say... 
Or God forbid, 
Think. 


Unafraid of the judgy looks and whispered words, the points, the stares, the spectacle of you?


I recently did this and it was mind-blowing on so many levels. Read all about it here.


As a child,
you never thought about judging another,
Or another judging you,
until suddenly it was brought to your attention
that you should care. 


That burden that comes with a Fear of Judgement can stop us in our tracks.


Allows you to sabotage yourself over and over again until you’re so exhausted you may actually believe you’re a failure. 


Sound familiar? 


To rediscover the child-like-wonder of not caring what others will think should be the goal…


Not a focus on another tool, service, certificate or guru to listen to. 


A rekindling of not caring about the masses, even as the use of social media climbs and influencer status is the dream for so many. 


Influencer of what? When you care what others think of you... 

Hmm….
Now that’s a shaky foundation upon which to build. More tentative than the pudgy, oh-so-cute, legs that once supported you in your sole desire to roll over, to crawl. 


Where is your focus, your attention?


If on what others will say, 
that is a sure path to Misery Way.


If on your dream, on you, hmm, 
Delicious Drive comes to mind. 


There is such freedom in no longer caring what another will think of you because your focus is on your target. 


Just as it was as an intuitive, little diaper-clad drooler. 


A plan, a mission, a vision and even when you slipped, you got up and did it again… 


Because you naturally believed in 100% possible 100% of the time. 


When you failed, 
To roll. 
You hoisted yourself up...
inched your small self forward.


Maybe it was with a giggle of delight.
Perhaps with a scream of frustration.

Possibly even with a look 
to the right, 
to left, 
Waiting for your spotlight moment to shine… 
Searching for another to model…


The point is you never stopped… 
Hell to the no. 


Instead, you did the thing on repeat. 


Over and over again.
No blame
No shame
No self criticism of sucky baby.


You didn’t wait for a Monday. 
The first of a calendar month. 
A new year to start.
And what? 
Wash the slate of failure clean.


You had no concept of failure.
Only your ability to do, do again. 


To feel happy, 
To sink into mad,
To experience frustration,
To play in amused.
To be entertained
To entertain.


The key is you didn’t spend time getting ready to do that crawl, 
thinking about the possibility of succeeding 
or, gasp, failing. 


You never allowed yourself to get sucked into the trap of over-thinking, over-analyzing, looking outside yourself for the path forward.


You took a step, 
or a quarter inch in this case 
and called it a #win.


Because it was. 


All steps are just that,
Wins to celebrate.
To think differently is asinine. 
A lie.


And yet Fear of Failure is the third thing we are taught and choose to buy into that keeps us trapped, miserable, less-than. 


You simply stopped your cute, quivering lip,
Sucked in a breath,
Pushed your arms up 
in a delightful frog-pose 
again and again and again. 


Until your knees inched in 
and your weight balanced 
with an imperfect sway
A mini child’s pose, 
hence the yogi name.


Sometimes you’d miss the mark 
and end up nearly downward doggy-dogging it, 
arms outstretched, 
slipping slipping… 
ahhh, splat. 


Can we not call that a cobra, dear one? 


Not a yogi? 
No matter. 


You recognize the baby-moves, 
do you not? 


Even if you do not remember them in your own first goes of movement, they are as natural to each and all as breathing in and out.


And the rewards 
of simply doing the thing 
a baby is called to do...
Brought the laughter, 
The clapping of big hands,
And made your spotlight of failure a delight 
not a harsh judging bite. 


Imagine if you turned failure into your b*tch.
Stopped giving it your power 
but made it your own personal rope course of life. 


Fall and simply call it a touchdown. 
No judging. 
No bemoaning. 
No thinking life is out to get you.


Simply one dash,
A bit of data,  
Recorded in one column 
Of many 
That make up the seasons of your life. 


You did this as an infant… 
That first attempt to stand–
Utter failure.


Yet, you gave it not a second thought.


You gave it a go again and again.
For some it was two attempts to stand…not.
For another it was forty attempts before it took.


What follows next was the same. 
A step. 
And then a fall. 


And for each accomplishment
and splat there is but one dash. 
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
No weight, power, belief but what you give it. 

And as a wee-one,
You gave it nothing more than a JOYful snort.

A giggling laugh.
A clap of delight.
A cry of achievement.

A scream of rage, just for a beat.
A roar of frustration, but only for a quick second.

Then back to your default setting –
JOY.

Imagine if you could be childlike in your daily life. 
Now.

Not afraid to fail. 
Not worried about succeeding.
Not seeking approval. 
Not concerned with what others may think. 
Not looking to and fro wanting to know if this or that move is okay. 


That, lovely, is called freedom and is the path to you discovering, creating and living Your Most Delicious Life. 


And next week I want to share more on just what a most delicious life truly is and how to grab it by the reins and ride the hell out of it. 


Because when you do, that’s when you are fully alive.

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