What’s worser?
Yes, I know. Worser is not a word.
An evangelist I watch on Tuesday nights, used the word over and over in his sermon. My daughter and I watch the show to see what flamboyant outfits he and his wife will be wearing.
They rarely disappoint.
This morning while I was thinking about something that my blogger pal, Tex in the City, had written, Willie C’s question came to me.
What’s worser, Lisa?
When we live our lives worried about what others think, our fear is usually that we won’t be liked or accepted.
The aha moment: If you are worried about *them* liking you, it most likely means that YOU don’t like you.
Well, damn.
I guess tuning into “the prophet of God” did have some payoff. 
Seriously, at the end of the journey, wouldn’t it be great to say “I lived a life I loved and I LOVED ME!” ?
I can’t imagine anything *worser* than checking out with self-hatred still on my lips.
It’s time to give up the bullshit, people. I am not saying this is an easy process. Fundamentally, we all want to “fit in”. It’s how the tribe survived back in caveman days.
But we aren’t there anymore. There are plenty (and I do mean, plenty) of people who will love you when you are true to yourself. I have been convinced for years that the best gift you can give to anyone is the gift of YOU.
The real you.
ALL of you.
Good, bad, fat, ugly, skinny, broke, divorced, hormonal, angry, or whatever label you used to hid behind.
Accept that you are ALL of those things and so much more.
And start behaving like you are so much more.
‘Cause you are.
And you know it.
And *they* do too.
Besides( to quote Marianne Williamson), “Your playing small does not serve the world.”
And you deserve so much more. You are indeed worthy of your own love.
So, what’s worser?
Knowing that you could unlock the door anytime yet still choose prison.
I invite you to make today, this moment, the moment you decide to become your biggest fan. Today becomes the day you stop worrying about what *they* think and commit to honoring what you think and feel.
You can decide to continue to live in the prison of your limiting beliefs or commit to the freedom of loving who you are.
You have the key.
Lovin’ you,
Lisa
Let’s Connect!
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Wow — I don’t know where to start. So I will just say that this is a keeper — one of those few posts I bother to print out and stash in my treasures file.
Awww! I am starting The Tex Fan Club!
Lisa, thank you for all of your support
Lisa — so glad we reconnected through LYT. This post — it’s exactly what my pal and I were talking about just last night at a long-overdue-dinner. One of my closest friends, she informed me just HOW she and the others in our tiny close-knit group ‘really’ see me. Eye-opening. They think I’m brave and fearless and wise and courageous (that’s the same as brave, no?) and funny and smart and willing to live on my terms.
And I just thought they thought I was crazy and were sick and tired of worrying about me.
Thanks for speaking your story.
And by the way, where does the Prophet and his Mrs. get their duds? I’m thinking it’s time for a wardrobe change here. LO.
Well..Miss Hess, YOU are a KEEPER. Every time I *take a chance* and write publicly, you are in my head. Thanks for the love and encouragment.
Welcome, Miss Peggie!!!
Gurl, I don’t know where these folks shop. (Maybe a costume store?
I remember telling my daughter while I was writing this post that they are a great example of not caring what other people think!
I am so thrilled to reconnect and had an inkling back when you did my reading that there was something powerful waiting to emerge from you. I am honored to a part of the LYT tribe and being a witness to “brave and fearless and wise and courageous” Peggie UNLEASHED. Watch out world!!!
You rock my world, Tex. Keep writing and honoring where you are RIGHT NOW. I promise you that peace is yours.