If I was recruited to fill in for the Easter Bunny, I’d basically be dressed just like this…
I’d be hippity-hoppity, and happily chopity, looking for some delicious eggs to eat!
The enormous smile I have in this photo was because I got in the car and realized my seatbelt intersected my vampire tee.
Indeed, scarcely humorous on the surface (or really to anyone other than myself, I fully realize!), but the juxtaposition of the “keep out!” hash mark across the biting, goth-girl-at-heart’s grin was worth a giant, sunny smile for my part. I think it was the irony.
The little things in which we can find laughter or a smile (for no great reason in particular) each day. . .keep your eyes out for more of them. OFTEN. They really are worth their weight in gold.
Fake it until you make it, as they say. . .
You may not be ready – literally, or in your own mind – to give that monstrous presentation to the CEO.
You may not be ready – literally or. . .in your own mind! – to compete in the next category up in your sport.
You may not be ready to take the next step, whatever it may be. . .
Or, frankly, to face yourself head on, once and for all. . .
But. . .
You can pretend to be brave enough to get by.
Most things in life move fast – ever notice how you say “oh my god, is it APRIL already?! How did the year get here so quickly!?!” It isn’t going to slow down anytime soon. If you worry about not being ready, opportunities will (not maybe) pass you by.
It’s a lot like putting on a “happy face” even when you don’t feel like it – that physiologic action pulls a mind-over-matter type about-face by relaying to your brain that things aren’t so bad after all. The act of smiling in and of itself creates a chain reaction (thank you neural messaging!) that helps lift your mood – when things are severe, any uplift can make a huge difference.
Pretending to be brave may not have the same scientific explanation exactly, but it can bring about a wave of confidence you didn’t know you had. If, in the moment, you are still struggling, remind yourself that being thrown to the wolves, and being UNprepared WILL teach you. A LOT. You will learn from the experience – what to not to do, what to do better, and most importantly, what you did that really worked. Down the road you won’t have to put on the “I’m a shark” face (or…er…fin!) because you will have already proven to yourself you have the wherewithal to kick ass.
I love what the “…go left” in the original version of this quotation stands for. . .but I *also* love the gym-rat-edited “…go LIFT” one, and not because it’s gym-leaning.
Exercise is, 1,000%, a proven de-stressor (that happens to have added health benefits, vs. other known de-stressors, like comfort foods, binge eating, alcohol consumption, body-harming vices of whatever design…)
I think a lot of folks who haven’t had the opportunity to be (or exposure to being) active don’t know what they are missing. Whether it is lifting iron in a gym, taking a jog, or just dancing like no one is watching as fiercely as you can, physical movement and engagement can turn a very BAD day (or series of events!) into a much more positive one. It’s not only for your heart and body, but your mind and emotional state too too…
When nothing goes right, give your body a chance to work out the aggression, frustration, disappointment, whatever. . . It really doesn’t matter if it’s jumping jacks during commercials, going to a barre class, or playing in a soccer league. ANY movement helps.
By changing your direction and focus, and letting your body do what it was designed to do – move – you can alter not only the tone of the day, but your mood with it.
It goes without saying that cats are particular…pretty much in every regard. They are incredibly discerning when it comes to food, for one thing.
Oh yes, as babies they ate their broccoli and snap peas – but nowadays its “no, no thank you. Call me when you have shrimp!”
We don’t even have to unwrap the seafood – the mere hint of fishy fragrance and I’m suddenly swarmed by furry black beasts. God forbid they grab a hold, it’s growl central… (Not that I can blame them – my husband makes a mean stirfry!)
I guess I can’t really complain, though – my boys’ nutrition is top-notch! They care about portions (that’s by default – Keku would gladly wolf down a blue whale, provided it smelled remotely edible.)
They also eat clean (also a function of mum, but a girl has to make sure her boys are fit and healthy so they can frolic to their hearts’ content without issue!) They love protein – egg whites, chicken, and shrimp are favorites – just like, you guessed it… Mum. ❤ Way to go, boys!
The only real trouble with it is that I go to sit down in my chair and there’s a cat in it, thinking it’s his seat for dinner…