Ask yourself,
Who told you to try so hard?
When you are frantically getting things done,
Aiming for perfection,
Cleaning a bit more,
Chasing success,
Watching videos of people accomplishing,
Doing,
Working,
What is the actual feeling you're trying to make space for?
What need is all that action serving for?
Part of you wants this validation.
Why can't you just tell,
Hey,
I've done enough,
I am enough,
And I have nothing to prove.
If you could relax into being,
Being inside your own skin,
Rely on the ease and playfulness of life.
Who told you to try so hard?
Imagine what you could do if you actually felt in peace while working for your goals.
If you did all that while being stressed,
Worked out,
Traumatized,
Burned out,
And stretched to your limits,
Just imagine what you could do without all that burden stealing your energy.
Imagine what it would feel like to have space for feeling it all.
Space for rest.
Space to pause before you act.
Space to heal.
How does your idea of peace truly sound like?
How does it feel?
And where do you currently find it?
Because the truth is,
Perfectionism is the same trophy that will be rusty by the time you get there.
And that is okay.
Because nobody is going to hand you a trophy called life.
You are the trophy.
You are the life.
And the things that do get rusty should never steal our attention from the things that truly matter.
Things that make you feel alive.
Things that we're never supposed to be perfect.
Because sometimes we fail.
We fall and we make mistakes.
That makes us human.
You can repeat this practice as often as needed.
And you will notice how each practice serves a different purpose.
Enjoy the rest of this meditation by listening to music and taking in also the gaps in between melodies.
Maybe you will notice which one speaks to you more.
Silence or ambient melodies.
Thank you for meditating with me today.
Let the flowers bloom and wheelbarrows stay rusty.
