Self-Image and What Babies Teach Us. Learn about Letting Go, and the importance of both.

“when babies fart, they don’t freak out or worry that they aren’t good babies. They feel it, they let it happen, and then they let it go.”

Self-Image,The intensity of the pain depends on the degree of resistance to the present moment.” ~Eckhart Tolle

I was officially a deadbeat!

For context, I’ve lived most of my life as a success junkie. I was the token overachiever during every year of education, at every job, in every hobby; being impressive was my forte; and for the most part, my self-image derived from this.

My general mindset was that success is good, so those who succeed are worthy, while failure is bad, so those who fail are unworthy – self-image.

This mindset fueled plenty of remarkable endeavors—some thrilling and fun, some terrifying and painful—all of which were tied to my own self-image.

I’d just left a “dream job” in music marketing, which had only developed after years of radio programming and slow, meticulous relationship-building with industry contacts.

I’d worked my butt off at that position, trading unlimited access to up-and-coming music and a constantly revolving social life of shows, happy hours, festivals, hangouts with bands, and client dinners for adequate sleep/nutrition/self-care. (This workaholic behavior made me “worthy.”)

After ultimately deciding that music marketing wasn’t the core around which I wanted to build my life, I’d begun revisiting my previously abandoned plans to live and work abroad.

I’d applied, applied and applied for jobs throughout Asia, finally accepting a position in South Korea. (Quitters are “unworthy”; a next step in place kept me “safe” and still “worthy.”)

I’d somehow worked up the courage to notify my bosses, go public with the decision, and pack up the life I’d built from scratch over the past five years. (This made me crazy, but with a next step firmly in place, I stillremained “worthy.”)

Then, during my final week in the office, I’d received the news that my mom had cancer. And so I quickly found myself on a plane back to the Midwest, where, thankfully, I was able to support her through the surgery and recovery process.

Now, however, here I was mere hours after her operation: crumpled behind a soda machine, trying to process the phone call with the Korean Consulate that had just shattered my “worthiness” in a span of about five minutes.

“There is a problem with your paperwork. You’ll have to mail us XYZ additional forms if you want to apply for a work visa. We’ll have them processed by next month.”

But my start date is in two weeks—I can’t miss it!

“Then I’m sorry, but you won’t be able to take the job.”

And that was that, self-image was crushed. A handful of sentences had taken away my employment, my painstakingly laid plans for the next twelve months—and my fragile self-image right along with them.

You willingly abandoned your edgy, “cool” life on the East Coast, I told myself. You are a failure.
You quit your secure, impressive job. You are a failure.

Everyone will know you’re a deadbeat stuck in a suburban town. You are a failure.
You’re balled up behind a soda machine and haven’t showered since Monday. YOU ARE A FAILURE.

I shuffled back to the room to share the update with my family, voice choked with embarrassment—both from the fact that I now had no job in place, and from the fact that while I was suffering an identity crisis based on outward appearances, Mom was recovering from major invasive surgery. In the spectrum of tough-to-handle circumstances, cancer tends to trump most other things.

After a few moments of quiet, my beloved, endlessly wise, still heavily medicated mother said, “when babies fart, they don’t freak out or worry that they aren’t good babies. They feel it, they let it happen, and then they let it go.”

They let it go. And just as my self-image was based on my failures and accomplishments, I too would need to let it go.

When circumstances beyond our control make life smelly, we don’t need to hold onto them any longer than a baby holds on to its farts.

Rather than allowing those circumstances to define who we are, all we need to do is acknowledge the thoughts and emotions they trigger, accept that they’re happening, and let them go.

Stifling the emotions that spring forth won’t ease the situation—when is holding gas in ever the more comfortable option?

Emotions are nothing more than the results of the thoughts you’re having about the circumstance. Like gas, they’re just noise passing through. Feel them, as fully as you can, and then they’ll be able to fade.

Pretending the circumstance isn’t happening is equally as fruitless. You can pretend all you want that you didn’t let one rip, but the room will still reek. It’s just an event that occurred—something totally neutral and temporary. It doesn’t mean a thing.

Why try to label yourself by something ethereal, something brief?

Feeling bad does not make you a bad person, and receiving embarrassing news or an unexpected result from a long-held plan does not mean you are unworthy.

You are not the air escaping from your body, you are not the job you no longer have, you are not the possessions you do or do not own. You are just you, and only you. Let the rest of it go and let your self-image just be.

If you find yourself reeling from an outside event or rushing to block out an unwanted wave of emotion, pause for a second.

Identify whether you’re trying to hold something in, pretend it doesn’t exist, or let it define you.

Once you’ve got that down, revert back to your baby self:

Feel it. Let it happen. And let it go.

A Mission for Michael believes in the very core of this philosophy about self-image, learn to feel, let life happen, and learn to let things go. We are not who we were, we are who we are and who we choose to be. If you or anyone in your circle of friends or family are dealing with self image or self esteem issues, A Mission For Michael would love to talk to you.