I sincerely, and truly believe this. . .
“Perfection” feels so boring-Ken-and-Barbie-doll. It’s a plastic word, and sadly one many of us strive for – to our detriment – with ferocity.
But it’s the IMperfections that add the layers of depth to an otherwise mundane surface. . .and mundane just won’t do. It is – without question – a matter of how we perceive our surroundings and reality, NOT the surroundings and reality themselves.
We get to choose how we see. We get to choose the light in which we cast our experiences. We get to choose “positive,” if we want it.
How beautiful is that?
I had a solid laugh over this. I have a couple of friends who are unapologetic, and would have been damn proud, and outright, with the whole pizza situation. A former dance partner who’d go so far as to douse his in additional sauces comes to mind.
But there are a few who also try really hard to be good…but end up with an, oh I don’t know, pizza, for example… Who then endeavor to make it sound (at least initially) healthier than it was. . . in a way (I think) to make their inner voice less hands-on-hips when declared.
Not to worry, though, the inner voice was chomping along with you (and probably enjoyed it too!) so express your choices freely!
There is one thing that can make or break you in Life. It can alter the reality of your circumstances when the hand has already been dealt…
Attitude is everything.
Human beings are flawed and fragile – some days will be tougher than others, rendering us ill-tempered and apprehensive. Negative emotions can easily spiral into the doom-and-gloom of the spectrum, inciting a wave of debilitating self-doubt, unhealthy anger, or worse…
But if we take a step back (no, it isn’t always easy, but it IS possible), we might just find our breath. That peaceful cadence, which we can control when everything else feels unpredictable. After a few controlled ins and outs, it’s just possible that you will find yourself a great deal calmer and grounded (you know, less likely to go bananas at the person in front of you at the supermarket taking out the pennies one by one…or the guy in front of you going half the speed limit (I can always do with some improvement myself!) 😉 )
When we ground ourselves, we have a greater capacity to change our thought patterns – being in tune with our breath is being in tune with our rhythm, and that’s exactly where you need to be. Our mindfulness can take crippling self-skepticism and turn it into curiosity, excitement, faith even!
My skating coach used to say “can’t is a four letter word” and she was SO correct – we manifest the way we speak to ourselves, so there is NOTHING more important than the conversation we are having WITH ourselves or PROJECTING about ourselves.
There are plenty of skeptics out there, and certainly they are entitled… But I’d challenge those people to try something a little different…
Changing the words we use is like walking around with a magic wand – you really DO have that power.
One year ago a man walked through the door of a coffee shop, brushing the unremitting, though gentle Spring snow from his head – I knew then that something was different, how fitting Mother Nature made a point that the day stand out.
We had agreed to meet at the long-time urging of a friend (how blessed I am for the persistence!) – she unknowing altered my Life, acquainting me with what (who) would be the most precious gift of all my years. Just days earlier he accepted a job in another state and would be moving only two weeks later – we’d apparently grown up in the same, relatively small town – how terribly ill-timed it seemed, at yet how fortuitous…
Six months prior, I’d ended a third abusive relationship with a very ill human being – Narcissistic Personality Disorder and alcoholism at the core of the troubles, though scarcely the whole of them. I had suffered trauma before, not recognizing my propensity towards codependency, but this was the most severe, triggering layers upon layers of anguish…and adding several more. I wasn’t launched into a nightmare of eating disorders, as I was ten years prior from the abuse of a then, also alcoholic, boyfriend…but the PTSD came raging back (with a capital C before it, sadly.)
I was rendered nonfunctional, incapable of leaving my apartment, save to go to my (outrageously supportive!) parents’ house to weep, seemingly ad infinitum. I slept on their living room couch for weeks, afraid and unable to be alone. Trauma therapy (EMDR), talk therapy, medication, podcasts, hypnosis, meditation, chakra balancing, Cranial Sacral work, Brainspotting, somatic release, blog scouring….I did ALL of it. I did everything I possibly could to regain some vestige of strength and stability, but there was one bit of edification the EMDR would provide that would change everything…
As I worked through painful, teary sessions, the fog began to lift from my eyes. Though my loved ones insisted this wasn’t a pattern, I knew I had some part to play, and was desperate to discover the nature of it, no matter what the mirror reflected back. Over time I began to see a woman with a devoted heart, a boundless spirit, an interminable will, who painted herself with appalling falsities and misplaced intolerance. I realized that not only had I woven…and believed!…countless lies about myself…but I had actually never thought I deserved better. The moment I accepted that I DID, my World was turned upside-down (for, rest assured, the better.)
I made a point to make a vision board – one into which I poured countless hours, both physically and emotionally. Had I not infused each part with my spirit, I am not certain I would have come out to this path – the explicit nature of my intentions, and the reality which I breathed into each one, made (I believe) all the difference – it is in this way we practice “Magic.” I read all the written words aloud as 2014 melted away, with a voice as strong as I could muster. At 12:01, my heart beat more clearly and resolutely than it had in a long time – whatever the shift that occurred was one I felt within, and without.
The next two months had their share of distress and lachryma…points at which I needed to work within moments (a day at a time, hour to hour, still feeling insurmountable.) But on the 1st of March, the Stars connivance collided in a rush of Springtime snow, and a smile I was certain I’d known before… Yes, and coffee too!
What they say about true love...about immediate knowing…it IS true. It was as if a prior Life rekindled and flashed a thousand embraces in my mind.
The soul knows before the rest of us, often… It knows despite the urging of the mind, or heart. I’d learned over time to over-justify, to make excuses for others, to drown out my “gut feeling” in effort to make another person happy, or to keep the peace…but it always knew rightly. Upon reflection I could enumerate at length how infinitely more acute my gut actually is than any fiction my brain could devise, or reason my heart urge I pursue.
Every so often, all this time later, I feel as if I need to blink my eyes open…pinch myself…in effort to affirm I am indeed in conscious waking. His companionship is so much a gift that I’d not change a moment of my past – no matter which part – as I believe it gave me what I needed not only to find him, but to appreciate all that he is, as well as to appreciate myself.
I always believed that there is a reason in everything – for me personally, the notion has proved a beacon in the Night when the World seemed unusually cruel. I believed that I could learn, and gain something positive, from my suffering…not least of which was some illumination, or enlightenment. I do not believe we must suffer needlessly, only that whatever I have known within my own Life has given me strength and clearer vision. So too have I recognized that my heart is capable of loving to oblivion, not only others, but for once in my Life, also myself.
I am blessed to have a companion who not only cherishes and respects me, but one who sincerely values who I am, and all I have known. One of my greatest fears was that I would, yet again, be abandoned, threatened, cast aside as a stranger by the person I poured my soul into… But when I met the Love of my Life, the fear began to subside…
Not only do I feel loved, I know I am loved… He makes the effort always to let me know that I am neither alone, nor that I ever need be. He communicates with me honestly, and tells me with the utmost sincerity that “everything will be okay” when the pain creeps back in. When you are in abusive relationships, you spend more time in “flight or fright” mode to the point you begin to think it is “normal.” The desperate need for some reassurance, constancy or support is never fulfilled but somehow we push on…
There are so many people who suffer at the hands of those incapable of loving us in return, but we needn’t remain there. We do have a choice, and it is okay to reach out for the help we need to regain our strength and self-confidence.
Codependency is common to Empaths, but we do not HAVE to be bound to the fate of fixing, helping, and losing ourselves…and our Lives. It is possible to break the cycle, to learn to love ourselves, to learn to set boundaries…
True love exists, make no mistake. It can paint the World with vibrancy you’d never believe existed, and extinguish all the shadows of your past. The first step is loving yourself, above all, and believing that you deserve the best. Once you believe it utterly, your World will change, blooming like am infinite blossom in the morning sun.