I need this right now. So sick of apologizing for WHO I am.
I need this right now. So sick of apologizing for WHO I am.
Wow… It’s been OVER a month since I created a blog post. I can’t even believe it. I knew May was going to be full, and it was. I am just starting to get myself back on a schedule, an even better one, but I can’t believe it’s been over a month. Sheesh!
Though I’m learning a lot about myself every day, I’m aware that I don’t feel quite as confident as I would like. Even after all these years of growth and change, and new decisions, and speaking my truth, there are still voices that show up in my head vicious and irritated.
Wishing that I was:
more of a fighter,
better in groups,
That still happens, and I can see my pattern. I can see where the blame and shame shows up, where I feel disgusted at myself, and where I feel like I would be enough if I just pushed a little harder.
I recently had a discussion about this sort of thing with my sister in law. And the question is; what if I don’t need to PUSH harder? Why do I always assume that if something is happening that I don’t like, that it’s my JOB to WORK HARDER to get where I want to go, or get a relationship to where I want it to be?
I don’t know.
I guess that was the way I was raised, right? That our job is to spin our wheels pushing fighting, pounding until we FIX it. Until we beat it to death, whatever it is. It’s so funny writing that out, because it’s not at all how I live my life, and not at all how I would want my kids to feel. And yet, there it is. The feeling that I am not enough and that I MUST exhaust every morsel of my being, and even then there is probably something wrong with me.
What if life gets to be easier than that? More at ease? Even though I resonate far more with ease, there is still a part of me that feels I need to push, jab, fight to move forward.
Maybe this is just a rambling post of me feeling lost and searching once again for a glimmer of my personal power. How no matter how much work we may do on ourselves, the mean self talk can still show up. And something I’m not even AWARE that the voice has stepped into my head.
I just start believing it.
My husband just told me earlier today that he loves every part of me. It made me so sad, that we can so easily offer that to people we love, but it is so hard to do for ourselves. Every part of ME? I mean, I accept more parts than I used to. I am grateful for more than I used to be. But there is still a lot of judgement voices. EVERY part of me? How wonderful that would be to just know who I am and accept and love myself fully. Is that even possible? Or is it an endless loop of feeling like we get close and then finding another issue/quirk/problem/mistake/flaw that we need to lean in to offering love to? Are we doing this when we are 90 no matter what? Or is there a way to get to the point of loving all of it?
I have to remember that even though I feel immersed in emotions and negative self talk, that doesn’t mean I am not growing and learning and moving forward. It doesn’t mean I am backpedaling or stuck, or incapable or wrong. It means maybe that there is another level that I can work through to be a better version of me.
Check out this incredibly detailed artist. I LOVE the trust she has in her own ability to work in pen only. Her paper creations seem to go on and on forever and take you inside the landscape, inside the fortress walls, inside the tiny markings. Ahhhh
This is inspiring me to sit and draw!
Okay so I love Brene, and I love her messages of Bravery and vulnerability and taking risks. We sat down with our 13 year old daughter to watch her Netflix video. Ah! You need to see it if you haven’t yet. It was cool because afterward K said that she thought Brene would be a cool person to meet. She said she seems really genuine and authentic. Even if what was spoken about doesn’t stick, at least she’s exposed to it, and will continue to be at our house. Yes! Proud bonus mom moment number 1000. 😉
Here is the preview of the movie if you haven’t yet seen it. Sooooo inspiring.
Yes it’s been a long time since I’ve written. Our son was visiting last week from his school in Boise, and I didn’t get a chance to do my blogging.
I’m writing from deep inside a fog right now.
Every morning that my hubby and I are at the gym, the news is blaring in front of us with terrible stories of fear and hatred and pain. I’ve always disliked being bombarded with such heaviness, especially in the morning, especially before I even really start my day. Unfortunately this morning, our community was on the news, unraveling, peeling, unearthing from the horrendous synagogue shooting on Saturday morning.
I think all of us are still in shock, with slivers of disbelief and moments of deep cutting pain.
This is something that happens in other places.
This is something that happens with other people.
Not a mile from our house.
Fortunately our kids and my hubby’s family attend a different synagogue slightly further away. But this hits home so much more than we could have ever imagined.
Last night we attended the vigil and heard first hand the story retold by the Rabbi. There are so many excruciating details about the story and it’s easy to get overwhelmed with them. To constantly picture the horrible scene again and again, feeling myself being sucked into the story as if I were there.
The part that stands out for me the most through all the tragic details is the support, the love, the compassion, the bravery that we felt as we showed up to that vigil. It didn’t matter who was Jewish or not. There were people from all religions, ethnicities, backgrounds united in an event that has sent ripples of fear to everyone in the community.
I guess even as I write all this out, and feel the heaviness in my heart, there are gifts I am choosing to see.
Just like I told my hubby, and I need to remind myself. It’s okay to be wherever I am right now. This was a tragedy, this was terrifying, and it did hit home. The best thing I can do is feel it as much as I need to, and allow myself to deepen in all areas from it.
Sending you all lots of love.
Oh my gosh have you guys seen this? Maybe I am late to the game, but I just stumbled on this a couple weeks back. New plan! I’m going to print this (or write it up myself) for the house. What a wonderful way to live and parent. Ahhhh! I love love love it, and every time I read it, it makes me cry. I’d love to hear your thoughts… .xo Jax
I appreciate these amazing noise cancelling headphones so I completely feel like I’m in my own world.
I appreciate getting the house organized. The energy is improving!
I appreciate that the cat tree is moved close to the window so the kittens can enjoy the sun and look outside.
I appreciate watching the kids laugh and play out the window.
I appreciate being able to focus at the library and get done everything on my list.
I appreciate being reminded that me feeling good is the first step in creating the life I want, and enjoying the life I have.
I appreciate having the courage to say yes.
I appreciate being able to apologize to myself when I am not as compassionate as I would like to be.
I appreciate starting over with how I speak to myself if I need to.
I appreciate recognizing that I am making things harder than they need to be.
I appreciate being brave enough to feel my feelings when they come up instead of pushing them away.
I appreciate knowing that magic is all around me.
I appreciate listing off what I am grateful for in the morning.
I appreciate playing happy music while we get ready in the morning.
I appreciate listening to my body instead of judging.
I appreciate the sun on my cheeks.
I appreciate feeling calm when I go inside my closet.
I appreciate getting rid of clothes that do not spark joy.
I appreciate being in a relationship where we both show up the best way we can for each other.
I appreciate knowing that I can make changes with anything that isn’t working in my life.
I appreciate sore muscles.
I appreciate sore drawing fingers.