The little boy in The Carrot Seed didn’t need his family to reassure him that what he was doing was right, or good, or worth the time. He planted a carrot seed. And took care of it. And confidently awaited the results. Whatever they may be. Sure enough. The carrot came up. But I have a feeling, this little dude would have been ok if it didn’t. Odds are, with his confidence. He would have started again with another seed.
With everything decided by committee and influenced by oh so clever marketing, it is becoming more and more difficult to act as independently and self-assuredly as our little boy. In fact. I’ve been noticing a great deal of ambivalence, even ennui among people lately. You know. Like some people are sort of bored. Kind of overwhelmed. Not entirely happy. Unsatisfied. Not sure where to turn. Hardly capable of nurturing a little carrot seed!
Where did the little boy find such confidence to act as he pleased?
Can we develop such assurance? Could this help overcome the ennui?
I believe so.
Not too very long ago, I found that I spent a lot of time trying to do everything right. And waiting to be praised for it. Because. Isn’t that validation so wonderful? (Let’s not talk about how it feels to mess up however. The self-loathing of not being praised by others.)
Also. Rather than confidently watering and weeding and waiting for my carrot to come up. I would fret over the stress and worries others imparted upon me, sometimes to the point where I would just give up because of their crankiness.
And too. I so enjoyed to be part of a group (the right group) and feel that sense of belonging. Validation. To wear stripes when everyone was wearing stripes and alligators when everyone was wearing alligators. Look at us! Yes! We look wonderful in our getups! You fit in! We validate you! Being with us special people…Makes you REAL and GOOD and WORTHY!
Totally Star-Bellied Sneetches!
And then. You know. One day you show up and you didn’t get the memo. And you’re wearing a mini while all the other ladies are wearing maxies. Please! You hope. Tell me I look fabulous anyway! I need to be validated. But nobody does. And you fall out with that group. Because. Maybe you never really fit in at all anyway.
And then ennui sets in. Because who now to validate you?
Somewhere along the way. It hit me.
If I validate me. I am always here for me. I can listen to me. And have confidence in me. And be ok with me. Because. Really. Me is all I have all the time. Every moment of every day.
I Validate Me.
Does that sound nutty?
If a tree falls in the woods does anyone here it?
If you write a post does anyone read it?
Does it matter?
I Validate Me.