Holding her own

An abundance of extra snow cones resulted in an impromptu get-together with friends yesterday afternoon.  What you can’t see in this picture, is that there were ten sweaty boys and only this one darling girl.

She couldn’t see it either.

She was holding her own.  She was playing dodgeball, climbing the fence, running races and facing off in chess, like a boss.  I honestly don’t think it even occurred to her that she was the only girl.  She was simply enjoying a snow cone while playing with friends.  As I left, I thought about the significance of that.

I wonder what the world would be like if more of us followed her example and just showed up for life, without worrying about whether or not we fit in.

What would happen if we just showed up to play?  What if we showed up without any pretenses?  What if we showed up as our most authentic selves, without accommodating for all the made up narratives playing in our minds.

We’d have a lot more fun.

We’d climb a lot more fences.  We’d be more connected in relationships and more fulfilled in our lives.  That’s what.

Of course, it’s a lot easier said than done.

Our grown-up minds are a never-ending theater, playing out scripts made up of all the stories we tell ourselves.   Those stories are the walls that stand in the way of our best lives and our best relationships.   And they are pervasive.

These stories can’t possibly change until we notice them.

What are the stories you’re telling yourself today?

How are they keeping you from being more connected with others and fulfilled in your life?

Maybe it’s time for some new stories.  

to more love,


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