I now tend to only follow people who inspire me on instagram and not really use any other social media as I have been lost down the dark rabbit hole of comparison too many times. As Karamo from Queer Eye wisely says-comparison is the thief of joy.
A year ago a very inspiring Glasgow based individual wrote a post that helped me to as I rebuilt my life for a second time after a second divorce. She was explaining the reason that she got her skull tattoos. She wrote that they were an honouring and acknowledgement that no lover, friendship, job, lifestyle or body last forever. That it all comes to an end but dissolving those boundaries between life/death is where she found grace. That she did n't want to cling or beg for something to be sustained. That she wanted to be free so that life and death can move through her and so she could experience it all. In its fullness. So that when she died, she knew she had lived.
On very dark days when I had yet to remember my power and beauty, I used to repeat the words-'do not cling or beg for something to be sustained' like a silent mantra. This individual has just written another story which has inspired me. And made me reflect on what it means to be inspired. I have just realised that for me inspiration from others is their authenticity and vulnerability. In turn, this gives me the courage to be more authentic and vulnerable #strengthisvulnerability #interconnectedness #braveasfuck.
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