I’m 56 this week. What it means.
I’m 56 this week. What it means:
Ah! I’m so old. Look at all my wrinkles :(
Groovy! Love my 50’s! I have so much life left in me :)
Our thoughts mean nothing until we assign meaning and corresponding feelings to them.
Because thoughts are literally...just thoughts.
The best part? They come and go and go and come naturally when we allow them to.
I used to think if I had a thought that it must be mine. Why else did I have it? And it must be true because, I had it! Therefore, I must go around believing it. The thoughts, that I rarely questioned, were simply who I was.
So that meant I held strong beliefs about B.S.
I believed that I was fat, not worthy, and dumb compared to my friends. That I just didn’t have luck with love, and that I had to try harder than everyone else to measure up.
That’s all nuts, BTW.
The difference between then and now? The tools I have and practice.
I know how to stay fully present and pull myself back to NOW when I stray.
I know how to focus on useful and productive thoughts instead of just any old thought that comes into my head. And, BTW, we all have a natural tendency for the ‘any old thoughts’ to be negative and fearful.
I know how to be present in my body and check-in with what it’s saying because that’s where truth resides.
I know how to course-correct in the moment and self-coach myself when my mind wants to sabotage.
I know that I can make either thought about turning 56 feel true and believable.
And so why would I want to focus on my wrinkles and limitations?
F that!
Happy 56 to me!
No matter your age, if you’re ready to come into a whole new relationship with yourself and your one kick-ass life, reach out for a free consult.
And BTW, I have never known anyone who has regretted investing in themselves.
Big hug! Kelly