False messages that we believe, with all our mind and heart, are true; how they define our life, even now!
The child who is told they are bad, or stupid, or “can’t”….see the adult now, who is too afraid to dance!
Too uncertain to believe in their own grace and beauty.
These thoughts spring to mind — because I have messed up.
Sorry Johnny- the head I fashioned for you out of a length of cloth is to long, too narrow, far too flat….
It will not do.
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Start again!
I remember a few years ago having to submit and resubmit my first assignment , when learning how to write HTML. There is a “head” tag and a “body” tag; it took me four rewritten papers to realise that! Now it is so trivial, I think nothing of it. Of course there’s a head and a body.
You have to see it though; how much DO WE NOT SEE what’s in front of our nose?
But the pain, the effort it took for me to keep going and not give up, the feelings, I had to overcome, of being so stupid, of being an idiot who will never get past assignment one.
Learning is a humbling experience.
I am hugely strengthen by that experience, for the critical voices are never far away- HOWEVER-here’s dancing Johnny calling me on.
To greatness and success !
