Be Your Light

Wioleta Kapusta
Jul 14
3 min read

Be Your Light

Alright, let's talk about this "dimming your light" business. Apparently, we're all walking around with these internal dimmer switches, constantly adjusting our power so we don't accidentally blind anyone with our fabulousness. It's like we're afraid of being too shiny, unless someone squinted and said, "Ugh, look at them, just radiating success and happiness! How dare they make my comparatively dull glow feel inadequate?"

And the excuses we tell ourselves! Oh, the lies, the elaborate theatrical productions we stage in our own minds. "If I become like my father, he will love and accept me." Because, clearly, the key to paternal affection is replicating someone else's entire existence. Next thing you know, you're wearing his socks and adopting his affinity for obscure historical documentaries.

Or my personal favorite: "I will be happy if my family is happy." Which, while sweet in theory, usually translates to you being the designated emotional chiropractor for everyone else, constantly adjusting their happiness spines while yours slowly degenerates into a knotted mess. "Oh, Sara dropped her boyfriend? Better summon my inner clown and perform a full circus act to restore her joy! My own inner child can cry in the shower later."

And then there's the classic, "It is selfish to put myself first." Says who? The committee of self-sacrificing martyrs? Look, if you're not putting yourself first occasionally, you're just going to end up a crumpled, resentful shell, silently judging everyone who dares to enjoy a peaceful nap.

But here's the kicker: what if I told you that you get to drop your limited story and accept yourself first? That's right! You can just… stop. Stop the internal monologue of inadequacy, the frantic attempts to earn respect like it's a gold medal at the "Most Self-Deprecating Human" Olympics.

Imagine this: "I love and accept myself fully and my father loves and accepts me fully." Revolutionary! It's like a cosmic mic drop for your inner critic. And "I am happy and my family is happy." Because, plot twist, your happiness isn't a zero-sum game! It's not like there's a finite amount of joy in the universe, and if you hog it, your family will be forced to subsist on crumbs of despair.

And for all those "I have to work hard to earn respect" ladies, how about this: "I respect myself and take the aligned actions to create results for myself and others and others respect me for it." Boom! No more performing mental acrobatics to impress anyone. Just be you, do your thing, and watch the respect roll in like a well-oiled money truck.

Speaking of money, "Money flows easy to me and others honor me for it." Because apparently, when you stop stressing about it, money just waltzes in like a chill best friend, ready to hang out. And people will honor you for it! Not resent you, not envy you, but honor you. Probably with a parade. Or at least a respectful nod.

So, go on, turn up that light! Don't be afraid to sparkle. The world needs more Superwomen who are unapologetically themselves, even if it means we all have to wear sunglasses indoors for a bit. Just think of it as a fashion statement. A very, very bright fashion statement.