I love that Mike Dooley. He sends me the sweetest, most uplifting note every morning. He calls them a “Note from the Universe” because The Universe Talks (TUT). Always thoughtful, inspiring and encouraging, it’s as if he knows exactly what I need to hear.
Earlier this week, Mike sent me an email that outlined his upcoming events. This is what he said:
“Ever look at a new photo of yourself and find lots of reasons not to like it? The light, your hair, your profile, you know, stuff. And then, a few years later, you see that same photo, and you’re like, ‘Dang, honey, I looked totally hot back then!’
Ann, honey, you’re totally hot right now. Please don’t wait a few years to give yourself permission to see who you are and love every second of it.
You’re supernatural, totally amazing, with a graceful swagger, healing touch, and a mesmeric, melodious voice. YOU were the Universe’s first choice ‘who to be next,’ all those years ago, and that choice is still alive and well.
Happy March, Hottie!”
Well, I’m not sure if he sent that note to anyone else. I haven’t heard anyone say anything about it, but he hit a nerve with me for sure.
Last week I was talking with a woman of a certain age (close to mine) who was bemoaning the fact that things had changed for her. When she was younger, she was a real hottie. She could walk into a room and everyone would turn around to look at her. But, with each decade, the people quit turning around and she felt like one of those women who just fade into the walls in a room.
I gotta tell you… that broke my heart. As far as I’m concerned, this woman is still a hottie as far as the way she looks, but to be honest, her attitude and vibes just suck. She’s angry that her looks aren’t commanding attention anymore and what she is really feeling is that she has nothing left to offer. No other gifts to share.
What a contrast when I went to a dinner party later in the week and was surrounded by a mix of young and more mature women – every single one of them beautiful beyond imagination not because of the way they appeared necessarily, but because of the radiance they shared with others. Full of life, energy, encouragement, vision and love. They could have all had paper bags on their heads and you still would have felt the energy pouring out of them. Trust me, if any of these women walked in a room, people would know it. They would “feel” them.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot. Looks often do fade for most of us, but I believe that’s when our real beauty – that inner beauty – has the chance to shine. Nothing wrong with slapping on your favorite lipstick or curling your eyelashes. That stuff can be fun. But, it’s not who you are.
How are you feeling about aging, fading looks and what you have to offer to the world now? Do you see who you are and love every second of it? Hope so.
Happy March, hottie!