Dance in the windows…

“The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.”

–Robert Louis Stevenson

Life can be eaten up dealing with external things that create stress or worry. Like:

  • the job
  • the kids
  • the car (that conks out after the warranty expires)
  • the dishwasher (or any appliance that craps out, again, after the warranty expires)
  • the bills
  • the in-laws
  • the out-laws
  • not enough money
  • not enough time
  • not enough _________(you fill in the blank)
  • getting ahead
  • catching up
  • and so on…

We do have to deal with these–and more. That’s part of life. But they can begin to define us. They begin to limit us. They become a reason why we aren’t happy.

We all live in the real world (though I wonder about some people) and what I’ve listed above and more can be a real concern. And the stress and worry affects everything we do… or becomes the reasons we ‘don’t do.’ It can make us feel our life is out of control and spinning away from us.

But there is one thing you can work on and have direct control over that will help if it is improved on. The following defines that one thing best…

It’s me who is my enemy
Me who beats me up
Me who makes the monsters
Me who strips my confidence
 

~Paula Cole

Windows are mirrors
Working on “Me“; working toward incrementally improving your perceptions and belief about yourself and all the components of your life can make things better.

“There isn’t a single one of us who has overcome the human condition of self doubt. Whether you’re a supremely confident person, a content Zen monk, a successful writer … it doesn’t matter. You have doubts about yourself.

The question is whether these doubts stop you from doing amazing things, from leading the life you want to lead.”

Leo Babauta

So dance in the window: be who you are, love who you are… share that love with others and when you do… they’ll love you, too.

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