Do you know what happens when you decide to stop worrying about what other people might think of you?
You get to dance. You get to sing. You get to laugh loudly, paint, write, and create. You get to be yourself. And you know what? Some people won't like you. Some will laugh or mock or point out flaws... but it just won't bother you all that much.
Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.
Today is the tomorrow I worried about yesterday, and all is well.
When you are sorrowful look again on your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
I mean, all my life I had been worrying about other people, worrying about their well-being, but while I was out saving the world, who was out for me? Who was saving me? No one, no one was, and this was the first step into that reality. No one could save me but myself. I knew I had enough in me to save the whole damn world, but still, I had to fix myself before fixing anyone else.