Blossom by trusting yourself

Hello Friends,

How do we allow ourselves, and our lives, to blossom when we feel we have no idea what to do to make it better? I was inspired to the answer by one of my favorite songs, The Rose by Bette Midler (see below for lyrics and link), and Brené Brown, research professor and author extraordinaire.

blossom
1 a : the flower of a seed plant; b : the state of bearing flowers
2 : a peak period or stage of development

I find that we don’t take risks to live authentically and follow our bliss because we fear how people will respond to us, we fear rejection, we fear failure or maybe success, basically we fear. Brené shares that this fear comes from a lack of trust, and that trust must begin with ourselves. She created a handy “anatomy of trust” acronym to help us learn how to trust:

BRAVING
B = boundaries (maintain and respect boundaries)
R = Reliability (keep your word)
A = Accountability (own mistakes and make amends)
V = The Vault (maintain confidentiality)
I = Integrity (walk your talk)
N= Non-judgment (do not judge yourself or others)
G = Generosity (assume the best)

Once you trust yourself, you are then able to trust others and then you can blossom and become a rose in full bloom. If you’re feeling anxious, frustrated, restless or just plain tired of your current circumstances, then maybe is time to start blossoming.

Mel’s Two Cents: Practice, practice, PRACTICE BRAVING! It all goes back to that loving yourself thing, when you love yourself you trust yourself and you have confidence to live authentically and follow your bliss.

Happy blossoming friends :)

Until next time.

Mel

The Rose by Bette Midler

Some say love it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love it is a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
And you it’s only seed

It’s the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It’s the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance
It’s the one who won’t be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed
That with the sun’s love
In the spring
Becomes the rose