At three years old I sat in a highchair around the dinner table and listened to everyone’s judgments and criticism of everyone else.
As I listened, a piece of my Soul slid right from out of the high-chair and landed all the way underneath the table on the kitchen floor.
I was mortified.
I wanted to hide.
If everyone else was being criticized, wouldn’t I also be judged?
This fear of being judged made it hard for me to be myself for the 25 years to come, until at age 28 my first spiritual teacher looked me straight in the eyes and said:
“Keri, when you walk into a room, half the people will love you and half of them will hate you before you even open your mouth to speak…
So you might as well just Be Yourself.”
Every day I practice Being MySelf.
Every day I practice not giving a shit what people think when I walk into a room.