I received the gift of hearing these words on repeat recently. While flattering, I caught myself walling up behind my disbelief in their validity.
Almost as if I could believe that the work I do could be amazing to someone else without me, myself, being amazing as well.
As if I could believe that while the lives of those who tell me that are transformed in mind-blowing ways, I deserve none of the credit. So much in fact, that I doubt my place in this work, all the time.
Thanks to higher self (as the Yogis would say), my doubt hasn't stopped me yet. This is the part of me that stays in reality and grounded while also believing that my heart's deepest longings exist because they can come true. This part of me believes that everyone is amazing, unique and absolutely needed to show up as their best self and in full belief of their validity in order for our collective to thrive.
Because everyone includes me, I put these words on my mirror this morning.
My mirror is a congregating point for affirmations. One of my favorites is "You're Doing a F*cking Great Job!" I have a copy of this on my fridge, too, and my 9 year old little sister has it covered up the bad word with a magnet that has a heart on it.
I believe that I am amazing. I do! Ok, not all the time. A lot of the time. Sometimes.
When I'm dancing and my dance partner can't stop smiling because neither can I.
When I am make butternut squash soup for souls I love and can feel their bodies and minds ease up as they eat.
When I honor my intentions with integrity.
When I am compassionate with others who are struggling to believe in themselves.