Those shitty experiences that you’ve shoved under a tarp because they look ugly, awkward or just make you feel uncomfortable? They are the raw ingredient for your greatest experiences yet to come. Without them, it would not even be possible for you to have greater experiences.
I think of my body as a fun vehicle I’ve been given to experience my life with. I imagine myself as a Kia Soul, unique and quirky but practical and useful, a little slow to get up to speed but dependable once I get going. And I remember from when I had my own (actual) car that if I don’t change the oil, get it rustproofed, wash it and take loving care of it, the car begins dragging and breaking down. It gets old before its time. It can support me only as long as I support it.
After a lifetime of studying the psyche + a couple decades of daily meditation + a ton of other inner work, I’ve become amazing at helping other people live their highest potential. And yet I’m still just a baby learning to crawl when it comes to getting the basic, everyday, unsexy stuff done that will move my own business, and my bigger goals and dreams, forward.