Metamorphosis

There is something interesting that happens when you decide to take a look at yourself, who you are, why you are and how you are. It’s not fun. It’s not easy. Most of us avoid it like the plague. Because, in order to be objective, you need to be honest, and being honest means owning the good, the bad and the ugly.

We all have all of those in us. All three.

I’ve spent a lot of time trying to understand myself better – how I gravitated to people and scenarios that served to chip away at my feelings of self worth. Owning that I made poor choices, and investigating WHY has revealed more about how I tick than I could have ever imagined.

Self-reflection is sort of like gaining 50 lbs and putting on your skinny jeans and looking in the mirror. No one wants to see the damage they’ve done to themselves. No one looks at the muffin top and zipper that can’t even come close to going up and be like, yeah, I’ve treated myself well.

The difference with looking INSIDE is that it’s harder to see that weight. There isn’t the same type of indicator that you’ve done damage to yourself with unhealthy choices.

So, I’ve been doing the work. I’ve been looking inside. I’ve been looking at the diet of people and events that I’ve fed myself. And I’ve cocooned myself while I have, because the only way to come out better, and come out healthier, is to be honest with my role and my choices and work towards health.

There’s beauty in contentment. There is beauty in health. There is beauty in true happiness. There is value in seeking it and making every effort, true effort, real effort to find it.