I'm all for the goal of being fit and well, and yet here, I propose a reframe to how we arrive at those ends: getting fit, and being badass is about PLAYING and ENJOYING yourself and your life as you move towards "fitness." That’s why I offer retreats!
Yet some of us (myself included) spend half a workout/half a day/half our life bemoaning how we aren’t good enough in one way or another. Striving for perfection is like a hamster running on a hamster wheel: you'll get tired but you won't get far.
Look, we can't enjoy ourselves if we're being berated by some B**ch Negative Nancy during our entire workout (or the entire day for that matter). She's trying to make us feel more bad, more bold, more better...but honestly? If you focus on all the things that aren't working, all the indications that you're "not there yet"...are you really enjoying your every precious moment on this earth?
So here's the re-frame...when you choose instead to tell this crazy hamster-wheel perfectionist in you to just simmer down and SHUT IT, like NOW...you are choosing the path of the Bigger Badass. Cuz you're a lot bigger and a lot badder than any hateful inner voice would have you believe. Being the bigger badass for yourself is primary care for your soul.
But why does any of this matter? Don't we have bigger problems at hand? I mean, does the act of embracing our Bigger B have any bearing on the world around us?
I'm sharing this idea of being the bigger badass because I’ve had a regular conversation with negativity for oh, say, a few decades. I'm a sensitive creature and feel the world around me acutely, as so many people do. And a part of me really really really wants to be good enough and fix the whole world. Oh she wants it bad.
But guess what? That’s entirely NOT the point of living.
Never in the history of the human race has any human succeeded at either A) being “good enough” (for goodness sake, what does that even mean?) or B) fixing all the things (or even a lot of things), everywhere, all the time.
Sometimes it’s hard to feel justified in feeling good--nay, excellent--when the world is telling you that Hot Sh*t has hit the fan, melted the fan, and that the fan (and the -ish) is now lying like a molten piece of slimy brown lava in our collective global lap.
I don’t know about you, but it puts me in no mood to shout "Holy Glory Look At Those Jiggling Triceps! Oh how I adore them!" ...But good god, I DO. They are a part of me and I'd rather have them than not.
And that’s the bigger badass. The voice within that takes a step back and says “Really honey? You want to focus on your short comings...AGAIN?” How about we play a different game...
We have waaay enough hatred and negativity on the planet right now. Why add to it by abusing and nitpicking at ourselves?
Being the Bigger Badass is a little step that we can all take that brings us into balance--with our brains, bodies and by extension, our earth. It's about nourishing ourselves and each other with saucy, silly kindness in the face of what might sometimes seem like a hot mess. It’s about loosing ourselves as we laugh and cry all at the same time, because our collective work--from getting your beach body on to getting to know your neighbors better--is both joyful and painful.
I'd love to hear what's nourishing you, and what your Bigger B has to say when you listen up.
This Spring I will be in the trenches, listening more intently to my own Bigger Badass with you...making it a point to walk my talk, and be as boldly, honestly, and messily beautiful as I can be. Perfection is no longer the name of the game, but brave love and bold expansion? Now that's the kind of beach body I want to rock!