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On Muchness

A dear friend confessed to me last night that he had lost his muchness and found it again. I confessed the same and even admitted the ridiculous series of events that recently sapped my own muchness.

That little confession seemed to do wonders.

It's so easy to fall out of step with myself. In fact, I do it quite naturally. Growing up in a Christian home, I took to heart the instructions to love my neighbor more than I love myself.

Oh, wait!

I just checked the scripture.

"Love your neighbor as yourself." I may have been doing this the wrong way.

I ended 2010 with the resolution that I would no longer make decisions out of fear. I am starting 2011 with the resolution to make decisions based on what I want.

I've struggled with this because I've always believed that I should consider the needs and wants of others before my own. I'd like to think this is a valiant approach, but the truth is that it only leads to martyrdom...and I don't think I was given the opportunity of life to be a martyr.

Muchness. The essence of who I am and who you are starts with the knowledge of who we are. We are beautiful, amazing creatures with a purpose and the keys to living fully within that purpose.

Living fully cannot be done without muchness. Here's to a new year of loving myself--each imperfection and quirk that makes up my muchness. And yours.

Comments

Christy said…
You are, and will ever remain, one of the muchiest girls I know.
Reyna said…
Hi, I found you from my blog and just love what I have read so far!

I can relate to much of it although I have a different story.

I will keep checking in but I could not find a way to follow you (although it could have a lot to do with my Ludditeness.)

Keep sharing from the heart-it's touching others!

P.S. I love the idea of "muchness".

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