Cut

I posted a meme last night that said, “Don’t give up, the fairytale exist.” A few people commented publically, and others slid into my DM’s. It seems as though a lot of people have given up or stopped believing. But why? Are things really that bad that we have lost hope?

We all approach life from the filter of our experiences. And while experiences can form us, we have an intellect that can override them. You can take two people who have experienced the same trauma at the same time, and one recovers and the other doesn’t. But that’s not what we’re talking about today. We are talking about those little things that add up and create a negative mindset. So today I am talking about the cut.

Ah…the cut. I have been accused of walking away from people, places and things as a younger man. But today, I realize that while some things I did in fact give up on, a lot of them were not reciprocal relationships. In other words, as long as I didn’t question, everything would be just fine. So today, I am here to say “fuck that.”

In my early to mid 30’s I tapped into who I really was. Still had a lot to learn, but my core values were {and are} parity. I started cutting a whole lot of things out of my life. Things and people that were not healthy and in line with who I wanted to become. Everything from foods, relationships and even my belief system. It was like I was a car salesman saying, “Everything must go.” I cut so much out, I basically became hermit. Had it not been for my patients, I would have had very little human interaction. Those were some of the best days of my life. Why? Because I got to love me, like I always wanted to be loved.

So here I am today. I am doing really well and have been married to the most inspiring woman for the past 2 decades. All because I enforced the cut. I knew people were going to judge me. So I thought, might as well be happy. The result was beauty and hope were restored. The more I believed in me, the healthier relationships I formed. I took care of my body. I nurtured my mind. I rested my soul. And none of that would have been possible, if I stayed stagnant. We have got to let some things go, if we are going to grow.

I do believe in fairytales. And if you don’t, perhaps it is time to employ the cut.