The Perfect Past
Two nights ago, I found myself lying on my mother’s bed, looking at old photo albums.
My daughter so lovingly said, “Mom, you were SO fat!”
Well, she’s right. Ten years ago, I was fat and depressed and heading into a very lonely and uncertain time in my life. Not to mention, I had bad hair.
My first reaction, when looking at the pics, was to just put them away and pretend that that part of my life didn’t exist, but the truth of the matter was that it had.
So, with curiosity, I studied that girl in the photos.
I saw a woman who was overwhelmed and had no idea how to manage her life. I saw a girl who turned to food instead of dealing with her problems. I also saw a woman who was experiencing exactly what she needed to experience to learn her life lessons.
I saw perfection.
Yes, everything that I have experienced has been perfect. My past provided me with the precise lessons that I needed to learn to bring me to this point in my life.
All along, the universe was preparing me for the life I’m living now.
No, I couldn’t see it then because I was too busy complaining and stuffing down my feelings with food, but the moment I decided to stop complaining and start living, my life aligned and it all made perfect sense.
I was able to see how beautiful it all has been – even the darkest moments involving me and the fridge.
Little did I know ten years ago that my experience was actually preparing me to inspire and help other women who are frustrated with their weight, bodies and lives. Had I known that, I might would have been robbed of the experience. But, like I said, it was perfect.
How is your experience perfect? What are the lessons that it’s trying to teach you?
Remember, you cannot access this knowledge unless you stop complaining and start learning.