Inside Out
One of my most cherished, although some would say corny, go-tos has always been about the inner self.
She needs to be happy with her inner self.
or
It’s obvious, he’s not happy with his inner self.
I’d pull these profound phrases out every time I’d see an out of control somebody going off a deep end,
anytime I’d witness humans behaving, acting, being ugly
&
although they never uttered it out loud, I’m sure my kids got to the point of yeahyeahyeah, blahblahblah …inner self …
It was and remains one of my favorite things to say.
Because it’s true.
How can we ever be really, truly happy on the outside if we’re not feeling it on the inside ?
It’s impossible !! I tell ya, impossible
& I speak from a long, twisty road of experience.
I can’t tell you how long it took my outside to finally sync with my inside.
Years.
Years where I thought I had every, single, everything figured out, where I looked like I knew what I was doing.
errrr
WRONG.
But when I did slowly, surely, eventually align ?
!! yahoooooooo !!
It’s been good ! very, very good from there.
Because I’m happy.
Happy with the outside, but more importantly, happy with the inside too.
A million zillion dollars can’t buy it.
Fancy-smancy won’t disguise it.
Makeup will never, ever cover it.
Power, fame and this and that and that and this may pretend, but cannot resolve it.
Nope.
Because it’s alllllll about the inside.
Get that inside right and the rest of the world will just fall into place.
She needs to be happy with her inner self.
She is.
She really, REALLY is.
♥
I’m glad I finally listened to my own advice.
