I spent most of my life doing the first kind of settling, and I don’t recommend it. I settled for second best when it came to everything. Actually, now that I think about it, I was settling more for twentieth best.
But you know what? I didn’t know any better. I was just being what I had been taught to be – realistic, practical, modest, self-effacing, thoughtful of others, polite, patient, nice. In other words, I was being a good little girl.
“A good little girl.” That’s Polite Speak for put everyone else’s needs before your own. Don’t ask for anything. Be perfect. Don’t rock the boat. Know your place. Stay small. Stay quiet.
And if I occasionally pulled on my good little girl leash, I was quickly and effectively yanked back. “Get off your high horse, Young Lady.” (It’s amazing how being called Young Lady can feel so brutal and frightening.) Sometimes I even managed to slip the leash completely but not for long. As I was releashed and retethered, I was asked the question I was never supposed to answer. “Just who the hell do you think you are?”
I didn’t have a clue who I was then. But whoever or whatever I was, apparently it was too much. So I obeyed the yank of the leash. In fact, after a while, there was no need for the leash. I kept myself exactly where I was supposed to be. And how did I do that? By settling for second best.
Time went by, and I fell in love. I mean really in love – the real thing. It wasn’t just about being in love with him. It was about being in love with me, with everyone around me, with life itself. You know what I mean, right? It’s a sweet, sweet way to live.
When that relationship ended rather abruptly without warning or explanation, my love for myself and the people around me and my life ended just as abruptly. But I didn’t forget that sweet way of living. I grew very discontent. Settling for second best became more difficult with each passing year. In fact, it became close to intolerable.
And then I fell in love again. Someone held up a magical mirror that stripped away all the unimportant stuff about me – name, gender, age, height, weight, hair color, eye color, nationality, occupation, marital status. And what was left staring back at me was — well, I’m not quite sure how to label it. My soul? My Higher Self?
I guess it doesn’t matter what we call it. What matters is I fell in love with it, her, me. And it felt just like the time I fell in love with Mr. X, except far more profound because my love was focused within on the person with whom I have spent and will spend my whole life – me.
And I admit I settled again. Only this time I didn’t settle for second best. I settled into First Best – a First Best vision of myself, my dreams, my life. Nothing less would do. Nothing less will do.
So how about it? What’s the second best you’re settling for? Why? Are you ready to settle into First Best? Do you know what First Best is for you?
(If you’re used to settling for second best, sometimes it’s very difficult to know what your First Best is. That’s why I developed the Star Polisher Dream Catcher Coaching Package — to discover your First Best and figure out how you can get it.)