When I was struggling with food and my body in my teens and early 20s, I could not stop picking at myself.
When I would lose weight, or my skin would clear up, I would find something new to pick at.
Something new to make wrong, not enough.
This pattern has come up in my career and relationships, too.
Making everything wrong, not enough.
It’s shifted so much, especially since moving out of New York in 2018…
… but I still notice it at times.
Invalidating my own progress, making it wrong because it’s mine.
It couldn’t possibly be good and right if it’s mine, right?
Wrong.
It’s good and right because it’s good and right.
You’re good and right because you’re good and right.
You were born that way.
Making myself right is now my predominant narrative.
Wronging something I do or some way I am, happens far less frequently.
How?
RIGHTING myself.
Making it right because it’s mine.
Because I was born right, just like you.
Noticing my mind speed off into “wrong” and pulling the e-break.
Calling myself out.
Making myself right.
My nature, right.
My heart, right.
My instincts, right, when I know they’re right.
Writing out all the ways I’m right.
Good and valid.
Right like you, he, she, they, them.
When we right ourselves, we can just be.
When we right ourselves, we can rest.
And from there, we grow like wild flowers.
Righting ourselves is the most humble and noble thing we can do.
When we right ourselves, we can see, serve, grow, be, in perfect timing.
What are all the ways you’re right today?
Your sweet body?
Your innocent heart?
Your curious mind?
Remember how right you are.