Sometimes the easiest way to find support is also the hardest.
Life can be tough. There are a million different decisions to make on any given day. And, when we’re stepping into something new or unfamiliar, the weight of those decisions feels big and scary. Even the simplest thing can send us off into a meltdown.
Last night, I experienced one of those meltdowns—seemingly over nothing. I felt confused. I felt insecure. Most of all, I felt unsupported.
So I had to check in with myself—was that true? Was I unsupported here? I checked in with my body and felt my feet firmly planted on the ground—effortlessly supported by gravity. And I looked to Garrett and the beautiful house we live in. And I messaged a few friends and told them about my sudden irrational fears—which they quickly rushed to helped me through.
And, in only a matter of minutes, I felt like the most supported person in the world. Support was pouring in from every direction.
So why is it so easy for all of us to fall into the trap of feeling unsupported, regardless of the reality?
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The truth is we’re doing big stuff. Huge stuff. World-changing stuff. We’re trying to become the best people we can be. And build spiritual businesses. And create amazing relationships. And hold up families. And just get through everyday life.
We’re asserting our unique selves and constructing our own path forward. And that’s not exactly something our society has encouraged up until now.
It’s hard stuff. And, in the hectic chaos of it all, there are bound to be pitfalls and bumps along the road. There are bound to be moments of insecurity and uncertainty. There are bound to be major freakout attacks. It’s just part of the journey.
So we need support. That’s just a given. We couldn’t possibly do this without support. And the truth is that support always starts with ourselves.
If we can’t support ourselves, we’ll never let support in from the outside. And, regardless of what we want to believe, we’re always supported. Support always wants to come in. We just have issue letting it in.
Supporting ourselves means eating the foods that make us feel good. And getting the amount of sleep that works for us. And prioritizing our days. And only spending time, energy, or money on things that we absolutely love. And only welcoming in the people who lift us up. And taking time to nourish our creative sides. And allowing ourselves to cry when we need to cry. Allowing ourselves to be exactly where we are—even if it’s a total mess one day.
That’s how we start to support ourselves.
And then we can let nature support us. Noticing gravity’s constant pull, connecting us back down. And grounding ourselves throughout the day. And going for a barefoot walk through a park of the beach. And playing outside to soak up the sunshine. And making a delicious and nourishing tea. And bringing gorgeous flowers into our houses. And even carrying crystals in our pockets.
And then we can allow our partners, friends, or family support us. Reaching out for help when we need it most. Not being afraid to be vulnerable. Not being afraid what people will think. Honoring that we’re human—and sometimes shit just comes up. Asking to talk to a friend. Asking to cry or laugh when we need it. Asking to be supported in any way, shape, or form.
And then we realize that we are infinitely supported. And it was never about how much support there actually is out there. Because it’s always about how much support we can let in.
It’s easy to feel unsupported because it’s easy to deprive ourselves of the support all around us. But we deserve it. We need it. It’s the only way we’re going to break through our blocks, access our gifts, and change the world the way only we know how.
Let support in. Start by supporting yourself. Start by knowing that you have a big, big mission here. That you’re not alone. That the world wants to see you unfold. And the world needs what you’ve got.
None of this is a mistake. You’re not a mistake. You were born to change the world. And we’re all here to support you.
Originally published at bostonwellnesscoach.com.
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