This is so not the way it’s supposed to be, I thought to myself as I carried the last box up the flights of stairs leading to the apartment that was to be my new home for the next few years.
I had moved 600 miles away to a state I never really intended to live in and a town so small it could easily fit in the back pocket of the big city I left behind. Little did I know, as I was carrying that last box of my personal belongings up the stairs, that that day would launch the beginning of a new life full of possibility, opportunity, and most importantly, positivity.
“Watcha got there?” I heard her ask, as I maneuvered the final flight of stairs.
Oh crap. She’s here ALREADY?! She could have at least waited until I had some time to settle in. Ugh, okay, just act normal, I thought to myself. Who was I kidding? Mighty Me was on to me.
“Oh, just a few things from home that have sentimental value,” I casually replied as I tried to make my way past her. Before I had a chance to finish the sentence, she grabbed the box and set it down between us.
“This,” she said as she pointed to the box, “does not come inside.” Yup, she was definitely on to me.
I let out a soft sigh as she plopped herself on the stoop and started tearing into the box like a kid on Christmas morning.
“Ooh, what’s this?” she asked, as she held it up to the sunlight.
“Be careful with that one!” I said, as I tried to reach for it. “It’s delicate. I’ve had it for as long as I can remember. It’s the belief that I was supposed to be married for life.” Mighty Me threw me a side glanced, pursed her lips and put it back in the box. She then pulled out another one. “Oh no,” she groaned as she held it up. “Are you serious…this one?”
“Hey,” I replied as I snatched it from her hands. “I’ll have you know, I went to graduate school while simultaneously working full-time in order for me to have that. It was supposed to be a rewarding career with summers off and great benefits.”
“Oh for Pete’s sake. Are you for realz? How many more of these beliefs did you drag up here with you?” I looked longingly at the contents of the box. “Do you want to see the rest of them?” I asked her sheepishly.
“Oh hell no,” Mighty Me replied, as she grabbed the box and raced down the stairs towards the dumpster. “One day you’ll thank me for this,” she said without looking back at me. “All this needs to go and starting today sister, you and I have a lot of work to do.”
And true to her word, Mighty Me taught me that I could create more joy in my life by simply appreciating what is rather than hanging on to the way “it’s supposed to be.”
Slowly but surely, I began to embrace my new life rather than resist it. Once I set the intention to bring more peace, joy, and appreciation into my life, the real magic began.
When life is double-dipped and sprinkled with appreciation it tastes AMAZING!
So if you’re ready to stop feeling just okay and start feeling awesome, begin by telling supposed to be to take a hike and start embracing your new what is. Go on, give it a big ole bear hug and appreciate the hell out of it. This is your new life now and it can be anything you want it to be--isn’t that cool?!
If you seriously want to turbo charge your appreciation skills like I did, I highly recommend you read Rhonda Byrne’s book, The Magic. I recently had a group I was coaching go through the book together and the changes in their lives were miraculous.
In the comments below, tell me how you're choosing to appreciate "what is."