You know when certain words make you feel all tingly inside? Me, too, but mistake is not one of them. The word mistake makes me cringe, turn my head away, and retract into myself instantly.
That’s how powerful words are btw: say them, feel them, use them if they yield amazing feelings. Discard, replace, or be sure to end on words that restore positive vibrations in your body when done conversing about said mistakes or other low vibration words.
Anywho, I made a mistake the other day. A simple mistake, but being the accountable person I am I owned that sh*t. And my tummy dropped, chest sank, soul crushed…..gasp, “I made a mistake. I’m not perfect? OMG, I’m not perfect. Why am I not perfect?! Why did I have to f*ck up?” Mind you, I’m in chronic pain from an injury and not sleeping much, so I’m a little sensitive if I do say so myself. So, yes, I was being a little dramatic. I know-weird.
But, there I was beating the living crap out of myself for this mistake: “How could I? Why would I? I’m sure words are being spread. I hate (another ugly word) that others know I made this mistake, they must think I’m stupid, and awful, and horrible, and a terrible human…..” there I was with all of these low vibration words, mentally berating myself, feeling like someone had just ran me over with their car when I finally did silence.
What was my mistake in handling my mistake? Because there is no excuse for me or you to feel like a low life over a simple mistake, or any mistake, really. And, I know plenty of people who beat themselves up just the same if not worse. Where are we going wrong?
First of all, I owned my mistake. Sounds like a good idea. I’ve always prided myself in taking accountability. I know first hand that problems will not be solved and growth will not occur if you do not acknowledge that you were, in fact, an a**hole and want to do better. But, I internalize, that is different, and that is when I feel my stomach drop and chest sink. I’ve now housed the mistake and given it a home in my body, and it quickly clutters my mind and drags me down. Make sense?
So, owning mistakes is no good, it’s not working for me, in fact, it’s deteriorating my mind, and making me feel less awesome by the minute to do so. Instead, I will try to accept the mistake. It’s there, it happened, I did it, but I am not the mistake. I do not have to put it in my pocket and carry it around with me. The mistake is not mine, it just happened. The mistake does not need to tattoo itself on my forehead as my newest worry line. Duh!! Totally helpful mini or mega realization I had.
All of these years I feel like I have been claiming these mini mess-ups and carrying them around with me. Adding them to my repertoire as if they were different shades of blue and I was about to paint The Starry Night. No, owning mistakes has not done me any favors. It has not painted any pretty pictures in my mind of who I am or who I want to be.
I love how a simple shift in your perspective can change your life. Because, I can handle accepting my mistakes. I can handle knowing I experienced what imperfect feels like, but I can’t handle being and housing the imperfection itself. It’s weighing me down to do so. My body feels heavy when I own stuff that’s not mine. I prefer the light, spacious, kind environment. I think I’ll remember to accept that it happened, and that I experienced it, but not accept it as apart of who I am. That feels so much betta.
Do you agree? Doesn’t it feel good to change your internal dialogue? Can’t you feel yourself lighten as you release that which does not serve you? Do it often! What other words, mistakes, things are you owning and internalizing that you could let go of or change?
Example: I use to tell myself working out was hard and I hated that my body would shake and tremble. Then I bought a yoga bundle off CodyApp.com with Meghan Currie (highly recommend) and she said something like, “just shake, calibrate and enjoy the fruits of your labor, tell yourself you like it, love it, enjoy it, until you do.” And, I was like, “duh!! Why have I always told myself working out was a hassle, that I hated sweating, and being fit was hard? It releases endorphins, it tones, lifts, strengthen, defines, and nourishes my body, mind, and soul. I love looking good and feeling good, why did I ever think this sucked?”
Her simple words changed my mind so easily. From that moment on yoga was effortlessly infused into every morning, noon, and night that I could, hip willing. I shook, calibrated, and soaked up all of the goodness I made my own damn self, everyday. Just like that, I changed my mind, and changed my life.
Yoga has picked me up and put me back together too many times to count. I use to drink almost nightly at times just to unwind. My anxiety use to get the best of me more often than not, depression was my go to emotion, energy levels were much lower, routines were non-existent, drugs and alcohol were always my go to stress relievers, and then I found yoga. If I would have decided to continue thinking that caring for my body was a hassle, I would have missed out on so many amazing moments of clarity, calm, and self love.
Aren’t words and yoga amazing? How awesome is it that you can change the way you look at things, so the things you look at begin to change, and so your life, and the way you experience it begins to change?……or, something like that. Say what you mean and mean what you say, and never be afraid to change how you use your words and the definition of who you are.
With Love in mind,