For me to spend ONE MINUTE obsessing about something as trivial as my weight is not just ridiculous, it's a bit obscene. In the way that having a bowling alley in a private home is a bit obscene. I was suddenly shocked at myself. That I would spend even one minute of this glorious life beating myself up seemed, at the very, very least, pitifully ungrateful.
when we create a problem in our mind and start freaking out, a light bulb also comes to you to show you how to fix the problem. Always. The no. 1 way to fix any problem is to act (not on stage, in your own life). But generally we default back into the rumination of our mind that got us stuck in the first place. So unless we make the effort, we stay in the problem.
When your child is on stage, she's looking out at the audience and there is only one thing in the world that she wants at that moment, which is to make eye contact with you. She wants to see you, to catch your eye, to know that you see her. She wants to see you and smile at you and blush when you smile back.