[What did I learn today? Lessons on the Journey to Unconditional Self Love] Measure only from your heart and soul
What are we paying attention to? What everybody else is doing or what is
the truth? Deborah Johnson
Sharing this from my girl Maxie McCoy
You have bank accounts. You have social accounts. Taps on a picture. Cash
in the bank. Friends. So many friends. The crew. The digital. The status on
your airline. The points on your card.
You've got a credit score. Letters by your name. You've got 140 character
bios. And super sassy business cards.
Bullets on a resume. Figures in your savings.
They're the things you have. Things you've built. Things you've worked
toward. But they aren't your essence. Your being. Your magic. They aren't
Yet, they're the stuff you slide into measuring yourself by. It's how you
measure up. It's your measure - the same measure that will never be enough.
Who cares that they have that.
Who cares what you do and they don't.
Who cares how fancy their pants, how skinny their thighs, how cool their
travel, how stacked their likes.
Your life isn't measured in numbers or counts, dollars or options, the size
of your house or the brand of your shoe.
It's not the measure that matters. It's the measure that breeds pain and
comparison and false ideals, wrong dreams and discounted pleasures.
The measures that matter are the ones you can never count. The measures
that matter have no tracking, no digits, and no material value.
The count that matters is the bottomless belly laughs with your besties
over past memories that still make you crack.
It's watching her walk down the aisle, remembering their love story.
Raising your hands to the sky and saying sweet thanks.
It's the precious time with your family. The ones that make you wonder what
you ever did to deserve them. The seconds that pass through smiles and
Extra-long hugs with kids. Fly by kisses with lovers. Sharpie'd post-it
notes on the mirror that make your tummy flutter.
Day dreams. Realized dreams. Dancing in your kitchen to a tune that makes
your hips swing.
Conversation with strangers - receptionists, travel agents, twitter
friends. Conversations that change you. That school you. That warm you.
Those are the moments. Those are the measures. The measure that says life
is good. The feelings that count. The stuff that sticks. The real value.
The real meaning.
Measure your life with love. Of others. Of you. Measure with joy, from deep
and lasting support. Measure it in what you give. Measure in what you feel.
Measure only from your heart to your soul.
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