My Awesome Life

A few days ago, my sister noted that since I've changed my diet/lifestyle a couple of weeks ago, my energy and mood seems more balanced. I hadn't really given it much thought, but she was absolutely right—I've been more consistently more upbeat and even optimistic since making these changes, and I attribute it to a metabolism that is just working better: I've had plenty of physical symptoms to suggest that my metabolism is working better, but I was too busy enjoying my "new life" to notice that my emotional state has been more positive.

In fact, my life is awesome.

I'm still facing the same challenges and frustrations I've always been, and I find them...challenging and frustrating. I am not immune to the vicissitudes we all must face, and I'm not always cheerful or happy. Yet none of that can change the fact that my life is awesome; it's wonderful to finally, clearly see it.

I've had an intellectual understanding that my life was awesome for some years. I've known it, in my head, and that's not to be denigrated. As an intellectual, I've always considered it important to have that cerebral "knowing." It's valuable. Yet experiencing it more viscerally, in the gut and in the flesh, is...

Well, it's awesome.

And because I'm finally "feeling it," I'm ready to make some changes. For example:

I'm too busy being awesome to fit personal drama into my schedule. I care about you, but I don't care about the problems you refuse to face or the challenges you refuse to accept, and aren't those things where personal drama begins?

My awesome life has little room in it for people who aren't sufficiently awesome. It isn't difficult to be sufficiently awesome... but if you're consistently negative, consistently selfish, consistently playing the victim, consistently refusing to accept help when it's offered, consistently standing still when you could be moving on, then really I don't. I still love you, you still matter to me, but there's just no significant place for you in my awesome life. I pray daily (and awesomely) that if you do not achieve awesomeness, that awesomeness will be thrust upon you.

I'm not expecting perfection—I'm well aware of my own imperfections, and don't expect something of others that I can't deliver myself—but I am demanding awesomeness. Please be awesome.

Because I'm awesome, it's important that I treat others awesomely. Even those who, sadly, aren't sufficiently awesome to have a significant place in my awesome life deserve to be treated awesomely. I will strive to treat everyone, from my most awesome friend to my least awesome enemy, awesomely.

And because I'm awesome and awesome people embrace challenges, I'm less fearful than I have been of some of the more daring decisions I've been contemplating. After all, I'm awesome, and awesome people don't settle for less-than-awesome lives. When the going gets rough, the awesome remain awesome.