What if…… you wore exactly what made you feel happy, without regard to fashion, the opinions of others, whether something flatters your figure, or any other external factors?
What if…… you followed your heart, without fear of ridicule, rejection, or failure?
What if…… you forgave yourself for all the mistakes you’ve made, all the wrong paths you’ve followed, and the bad choices you’ve fallen into?
What if…… you did the same for the people around you, friends, family, neighbours, workmates?
What if…… when the voices of your heart speak, instead of running faster, talking louder, to drown them out, you got really still and really quiet, and listened to what they have to say?
What if…… you didn’t expect more of yourself than you are capable of doing, right now, in this moment?
What if…… you stop judging yourself by terrible unreachable standards, ones that you would (hopefully) never apply to anyone else?
What if…… every day was a fresh start, a second chance, a new beginning?
What if…… we never let life get us out of the habit of dreaming?
What if…… we learn to celebrate our differences, instead of fearing and resisting them?
What if…… we start revering, honouring, emulating, people of real value, rather than vapid celebrities and reality stars?
What if…… we went back to the days when it was okay, even desirable, to grow old, rather than something to be resisted at all costs?
What if…… we changed the rules? Right now?
What if……
What if……
What if?
(I’m intrigued as to how this post leaves you feeling…….. anxious? excited? unsettled? determined?)