Of course I got a picture of me doing a teaser at Stonehenge and of course I never posted it because my inner critic found a million things to criticize-variations on “I am too fat”, “look at all those wrinkles”, “what is going on with my hair?”-until the disappointment became too much, so I just set the pictures aside.
But here we are, in the midst of a pandemic, wondering what the future holds for us and, well, all my insecurities seem pretty small. There I was at STONEHENGE and my then 47 year old body could get on the ground and do a teaser, and I am worried about a little thigh jiggle? What is wrong with me?
I am a perfectionist. I refuse to see anything but the flaws I perceive and tell myself if I just work a little harder, I can erase them. I am so afraid of being negatively judged, I hesitate from celebrating my accomplishments.
I suspect what is wrong with me is also wrong with a lot of you as well. Isn’t it exhausting and, frankly,stupid in the grand scheme of things? Wouldn’t you accept another five pounds or crow’s feet if it meant getting to travel to far flung spots around the globe?
If this pandemic has taught us anything, is that no one really cares what you look like, so get out there and live your life and take adventure when it comes your way.