I believe life is best lived from the inside out.
In practical terms, it means prioritizing what you think of yourself over what other people think of you and spending time doing what you want to do, not the things you think other people want you to do.
If you have strong beliefs about who you are and what makes you happy, that foundation can serve as a rudder. It works like this…just like the the rudder on the bottom of a sail boat keeps the boat upright when strong winds might otherwise blow it over, your beliefs about yourself can keep you upright when the winds of life, and other people’s opinions of your life attempt to knock you around.
I know from personal experience and from running workshops with women across the country that a life lived from the inside is life better lived. Except, of course, when your insides are filled with cancer (yes I just said that), which for some insane reason keeps happening to so many people that I know and love.
Cancer is a bitch. And it’s a double bitch when you hear in a single doctor’s appointment that not only do you have cancer; but it’s too late to do anything about it because it’s already spread throughout your entire body.
I mean, WTF?
Why is this happening more and more to the people in my life and very likely the people in your own life? Who in the hell deserves to hear a diagnosis and death sentence with only a semicolon separating the two?
Certainly, not any one of the remarkable people below.
- My friend’s husband who had a headache and was told he had a brain tumor and that he wouldn’t live to see the next week.
- My friend’s wife who had a stomach ache which turned out to be an inoperable tumor the size of a grapefruit on her ovaries.
- My brother’s mentor who went to the doctor for back pain and left with the knowledge that he had cancer throughout his entire body and the phone number to hospice.
- My dear, sweet grandmother whose minor neck pain turned out to be bone cancer in almost every bone in her body.