What does making the best of it really mean? Post shower musings.

I am sitting here in enveloped in darkness, the desk lamp almost lighting my keyboard, wrapped in a towel.

There is something magikal about taking a shower. I didn’t always think, or know, this. But once I caught on, the shower became more than a place just to get my body clean,

My mind wanted a piece of the action too.

Perhaps its the soothing sound of water that starts to soothe the senses into submission, so mind can get it’s message through.

Tonight sitting here, I find myself thinking about life. I often sit and think about life, it fascinates me. Plus today is a water fast day, so I will hang my mind anywhere it finds interesting that doesn’t involve food!

At one level all we can do is make the best of it. But what does it really mean when someone says they are making the best of it?

Usually they are referring to coming out of some kind of shit-storm, or they are making peace with something that is less than they’d like yet think is all they deserve, or is available. Circumstances, and social norms, often give the impression that we are trapped.

I don’t know where you fall in these two categories but I had my feet firmly planted in both. There were always shit-storms to be navigated, and my dream life was proving to be a living nightmare.

And I had NO IDEA how to get out.

I had made my bed and now I had to lie. I made peace with “making the best of it”. In translation that meant working my ass off and then partying to the same degree.

My energy plummeted, my health took a deep dive landing me in hospital a couple of times a year, and my weight soared to over 212lbs.

I was successful on the outside, but I was not a happy camper on the inside. And it was starting to really let me know.

I was lucky, I nearly died and it changed everything for me. But I wonder what might have become of me if I hadn’t made that move? If I hadn’t nearly died that night, just two days before the World Trade Centers came tumbling down?

I don’t think it would have been good. And now four months before I turn 50, the picture has flipped. I am healthier and happier than ever on the inside, and we are building a business that not only takes care of us, but spreads the love to 192 countries around the globe.

Now that is a far cry from the peace I had made with “making the best of it”. How much more might I have missed out on if I hadn’t stepped out of the making peace with making the best of it?

To be honest, I shudder to think.

But it does make me want to ask you, have you made peace with making the best of it because you don’t know any other way out? Or are you genuinely challenged by life events (it happens to us all) and really do have to make the best of it?

The difference is subtle, and it is also the key to how you feel in your life and body. If you have any discord, take a look at where you are settling under the guise of making the best of it, there’s a really good chance your answer is waiting there.

Is your shower your own personal therapy and soul cleansing delight? It brings me such joy to have these simple daily connections to my “quieter self”. How do you connect with yous?