I’m sure you’ve seen this set of instructions for how to get a bikini body:
Step 1. Get a bikini.
Step 2. Put it on your body.
I love that. I did it this week–I got a bikini and I put it on my body and I sat on the beach and read on the beach and walked on the beach and swam in the clear waters of Lake Champlain with the stunning backdrop of islands and shoreline and the rising mountains of the Adirondacks. There was more of me than I, ideally, would have wanted to showcase but who the fuck cares.
You are perfect exactly as you are. Right now. In all your humanity with all your foibles and imperfections and past errors and current disappointments and future worries and fears.
You don’t need to do anything more or learn anything more or have anything more in order to ____________ (fill in the blank).
You have everything you need right now.
In the future (maybe even later today) you will make mistakes and not everyone will like you or approve of you or understand you or what you are here to do.
At times, you will feel horrifically uncomfortable and exposed and unsure of yourself.
That’s okay, too.
There’s really no avoiding the discomfort that comes with being a human person. So why not go after what you want? Why not move toward the thing that is calling to you, even as it scares you?
That’s what I’m currently working on–doing the thing I want even as it scares the shit out of me. And as I do it, I notice how much I’m trying to avoid failing, avoid being bad at something, avoid having others see that I don’t know what I’m doing.
GAK. It’s excruciating.
But what’s more excruciating is not doing it, living in the periphery of my own life.
What’s more excruciating is being under the summer sun before the shimmering water under a wide open sky, trying to hide your beautiful body (and YES, it’s beautiful exactly as it is RIGHT NOW) under cover-ups and towels until some future magical date when you’ll be ‘worthy’.
Get that bikini. Put it on your body.
Write that page.
Quit that job.
Ask her out.
Dump that guy.
Toss those clothes.
Take that class.
Tell that truth.