Do you ever think about what you want to be remembered for? I read this quote today,
“Nobody cries at a funeral because the world will be missing out on another pretty face.”
This got me. What can you insert into there? Pants size or the perfect body? How much success or money you have achieved? What are you thinking about constantly that most likely no one will care about when you are dead?
I want to be remembered by how much I loved. The connections I’ve made. That comes naturally to me. Yet my brain thinks about weight gain and wrinkly knees and other useless things to worry about.
I’m sick of it.
I’m working daily to let that go. To put down the thoughts of food and weight and diet culture and all the things most women think about more often than we’d like to admit.
When I look back at myself now I want to see happiness, gratitude, and not what I looked like in a bathing suit on one summer day in August. All of this fades. I’m hoping to be 90 one day and look back at my life and see joy and adventure and zero regrets.
Who else is on a journey of self love and absolute gratitude on what is versus what we think should be? 🙋🏻♀️