Life Lessons from a Zombie, Part 2: Confidence
Welcome to Mental Space Monday! Where we journey inside the rabbit hole of collective consciousness and submit to the whims of curiosity.
Welcome back listeners to the second thrilling installment of the Zombie Diaries! To recap, most of us will go through life without having an actual, physical near death experience but many of us undergo something similar spiritually. I am talking about the moment when all you thought to be true about life shatters like an earthquake, a firestorm, a tsunami and a terrorist attack. Life slaps you across the face with a razor blade in its palm and you are left bloody and disoriented.
It feels like you have died ... and maybe you have.
Maybe you faced depression like me. Maybe it was sickness, toxic relationships, bankruptcy, loss of a job, yourself or someone you love. Afterward, the world around you is forever changed because of your experience and the new perspectives that come with it. There are lessons to be learned; there is light on the other side.
There is a way to face death and claw your way back to life. And though we are no longer the creatures we once were, I would wager we all feel happier, stronger and more alive as zombies than we ever did before. So, this week, we examine the next common trait that we zombies share:
Week 2: A Core of Unshakable Confidence
When I was young my family used to eat at a cheesesteak restaurant that had a train caboose in the dining area. My sister and I would climb up to the little window in the top and peer out pretending we were on some grand voyage to the unknown. Since becoming Undead, I have gained a little different perspective. As wonderful as life’s ride to the unknown can be, camping out in the caboose has its limitations. There is no control over your speed, your route or your destination. You basically have one option: hold on and hope you are headed somewhere good.
My life of depression was completely centered around a lack of confidence in my physical appearance. If the almighty Pinterest is any indication, many others feel the same way. The keyword confidence leads to many scantily clad people. Now kudos to them for embracing their physical form and being confident in their own skin but I feel that it sells us all short to focus this important Zombie trait simply on the physical. My after death achievement in this realm has taught me that my self confidence and my feelings about my physical appearance do not have to walk hand in hand. I can maintain an un-breakable little nugget of myself regardless of my pants size or my caloric intake. And I have value independent of both as well. I would like to propose the following quote for approval to my fellow Zombies (and all of you live bodies as well) as a suggestion of a more successful way to find confidence:
“Confidence doesn’t come when you have all the answers, but when you are ready to face all the questions.”
I wasn’t able to find who said this (please comment if you know), but this direction seems much more productive in facing an unknown world with confidence. Finding strength in who we are makes what we do and what we look like so secondary. We get that blissful peek at a better perspective in life and our previous concerns (I have to wear a size what in this store?!?) seem less and less important.
What does happen once this all-important nugget of confidence is in place is that we have effectively muscled our way from the riding in the caboose of our train up to donning a classic striped cap and strapping in to the driver’s seat of this crazy contraption that is daily life. We gain more energy, we seek and find direction, we are less mired in the swamps and our journey is less delayed by the expectations of others. Our little steam engine burns bright and fast and the inexplicable source of the flame is so much stronger than the teeny space heater in the corner of our cramped old caboose. We are in control of the speed, the route, the pit stops and more importantly the destination.
Etymologically (yup, definitely a word – dictionary, anyone?) the word confidence comes from latin meaning “full, firm trust”. This seems such a stronger way to manifest our new trait; not in projecting things toward others – but in trusting that if (when) we fall, we know we have within ourselves the inner strength to get back up. Stoke your inner flame of confidence; let it be a slow burn deep in your chest that allows you to drive your engine straight into life at full speed, ready to weather all that comes with it.
Embrace the delusion; enjoy the results. Have a wonderful day my lovelies.
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Have a wonderful week, lovelies. Believe in your unique entelechy and actualize your wonderful.