If I had to characterize myself as a little girl, I would call her an “unruly woman.” I had holes in my tights, I made sarcastic remarks, I marched to the beat of my own drum, I threw fits when my younger brother stole the spotlight, I was messy, and I took up space.
As I became an adult, I became less “unruly.” I reined in the antics and started to conform and accommodate the needs and desires of others over my own. I bit my tongue. I shied away. I developed a slight tolerance for bullshit (enough to play along even though I’d be rolling my eyes on the inside).
I was working on an exercise in a workshop recently that encouraged me to indulge my inner little girl and what she wanted. And all she wanted was just to safely be her authentic self.
My inner little girl isn’t cute. She’s a fucking badass. That whole “If you could go back in time and tell your childhood self something, what would you say?” I would fucking listen because she knows way more than I do now.
And what’s crazy about that kid is that she didn’t have any money. She was totally dependent on the adults around her for food, shelter, and toys advertised on Nickelodeon. And yet she was authentically herself and was still fed and sheltered and loved.
So why now as adults do we stop being ourselves when we’re the ones in charge of supporting ourselves (and maybe even little ones of your own)? How did survival become synonymous with conforming?
Both my child and adult selves were behaving to survive and, considering I’m writing this to you today, both have been doing a really fantastic job at that.
But we’re not here just to survive. We’re here to thrive.
Why do we have such a hard time doing that even now when we’re responsible for ourselves?
I’m not just talking about walking around in your underwear and oversized high heels, creating an imaginary colony of minions to protect your imaginary thrown, or stuffing your face with a spoonful of peanut butter so large you’re not sure how you’re going to breath. (That last one was regrettable.)
I’m talking about living in the home you really want to live in, pursuing a career in the field you really want to work in, dressing the way you feel most like yourself, taking up the hobbies that make you feel the most joyful.
We did all that stuff before we had any money. Why are we not doing that now when we do?
So I leave you with this: What did you want before money had anything to do with it and what's standing in the way of that now?
Play on, ya wealthy weirdo!
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