She’s so calm! No fussing. No crying. No tense moments while we tried to soothe her as her screams rang through the church.
I hope it lasts.
I hope she maintains this amazing equilibrium as she goes through bigger challenges.
I hope she manages stress, obstacles, failures and other pressures with the same level of calm and peace. Assuredness. Confidence.
The knowledge that she is safe no matter what.
It’s a huge gift, that.
To be able to face things without fear. Even unknown and unfamiliar things.
If we, as adults, could do it as easily as that baby at her christening, we’d be unstoppable.
Instead, we let fear and self-doubt creep in. We question ourselves. We allow ourselves to be sidelined by stories we take on that are probably remotely true… but they become comfortable. Even though they keep us from things we *really* want.
We stop facing things with the fearlessness of children, and start giving way too many fucks about what other people will say, or think, or do. Even worse, we take on the things people say about us that are negative and hurtful. We allow other people to start to determine who *we* are.
And the worst part of all of that, is we tell ourselves it keeps us *safe.*
We don’t go to the gym, because we are overweight and may face ridicule. We don’t speak our mind because we are afraid we may hurt someone else’s feelings. We don’t do something we *really* want to do because we are afraid our family won’t approve.
We take the job we are expected to take, and date the people we are expected to date, and live in the place we are expected to live… all the while thinking it keeps us ‘safe.’ It keeps us from facing disapproval, or judgment, or conflict.
It also keeps us from being happy.
Because staying safe and playing by rules someone else has written keeps you in a box that was designed by someone who never met you--- someone who has no idea how to outfit that cell in the best way to make you happy.
You’re safe there, sure. But are you happy?
So, for Indie… I hope she learns early that life really is a series of risks. And failing is ok. So long as she tries again.
Not everyone will like you. But treasure the people that do. And love them, hard.
And what other people think of you is none of your business.
Just do what makes you happy. Because that’s really the point.