Brene Brown, in her book “The Gifts of Imperfection” talks about her Breakdown/Spiritual Awakening in 2007. It was the point when the perfectionist part of her fell apart and she was really required to examine her life, when the break DOWN allowed her to break things apart and then rebuild. It’s really exhausting being a perfectionist. I know, as it’s something I struggle with – not doing so much because it has to “be just right” or I have to “know it ALL” before I begin. In a previous life, I was perhaps considered to be an angel (or even a bloody angel!) That’s not how I set out to be; it’s just that over time, I lost my centre. I became aloof, cold, put barriers up, forgot who I was, and found myself living a big fat lie because of the different masks I kept wearing.
Outside, all was sweet enough: inside, there was sourness from judgement and anger, bitterness, pride and jealousy, from feeling ignored and unloved. You may find you are put on a pedestal – however you get there, it will be for all of the wrong reasons, for you can’t be still be real and be there. It’s a hologram, an illusion, a mirage. But let me tell you; it’s almost impossible to get off without crashing and burning. You smash into so many pieces, it seems life has ended. And it has – or at least the life that you knew has ended.
So at that point, you have some big decisions to make. You can choose to just lie there, or you can pick yourself up and start gluing your Kintsukuroi pieces together. You’ll need to handle your own pain and maybe try to handle others; chances are, you’ll do neither successfully. At some point, you’ll have to stand up again – and then, since you don’t remember who you are, you’ll have to try on different personalities to figure that out.
There will be wild swings backwards and forwards, until you can end up knowing – and liking yourself again. Looking back, I don’t much like some of the immediate ones that I became (and I didn’t much like them at the time either), and I dare say people from those previous periods wouldn’t recognise who I am now. That doesn’t matter. I know me, and that’s enough. For a long time, I worried about the people in my past; now I know that it really doesn’t matter, for they did not know I was a caterpillar training to be a butterfly.
It wasn’t easy to pick myself up, though. I couldn’t just climb up and dust myself myself off – because I didn’t WANT to be that person any more. It probably took at least two and a half years, and it was often very lonely (I’m thankful for the friends that stuck around and the new ones who found me). I had no self esteem, I still had a voice that wasn’t heard, was struggling financially, in a dark place where I could see no options -and I didn’t want to be so desperately unhappy anymore.
Like any journey, there were good times, and the less than totally positive ones where I was exhausted, in tears, taking wrong turns and finding myself on steep learning curves, as I struggled still to be brokenly perfect. I had climbed into a black hole, and found it wasn’t so easy to get out – but I was determined to do that, find new ways of thinking and behaving. I kept going, making adjustments as I went along.
And then I found that I was healthier, happier, in a loving relationship that gave me wings – and surrounded by spiritual but imperfect friends who inspired me. My anxiety was greatly minimized; I no longer needed to sleep on my stomach to calm my nerves. I slept reasonably well most of the time. I stood up for myself and could set boundaries. I found I started to find my voice. I could be okay knowing I can’t please everyone – the perfect wife, daughter, mother, friend, colleague. By trying to be, I only exhausted myself.
I chose not to see life as hard anymore, choosing instead to see it as an adventure. From 2005, I started to give the year ahead a theme, with the theme usually coming out of the experiences of the year before. There were no rose tinted spectacles, though I’m pretty good at looking for a silver lining in any situation, but I no longer lived in a bubble – or wore masks. I practiced feeling my emotions, knowing they wouldn’t last for ever, and I focused on healthier ones. If I was sad, I allowed myself to be sad, but not unremittingly sad. If I was angry, I didn’t feel rage, but I allowed myself to be angry; really angry, not “this is how a perfectly controlled person does anger.”
There comes a time when you realise, with some urgency, that life is much shorter than you think. There are no dress rehearsals, as my dad used to say, so get on with living the best life you can, as THIS is it. And IF this is my life, then why would I hold back from following my heart, from choosing to be happier and making choices that suited me (with a view to the longer term of course). Why would I choose not to live from a place of authenticity, a place where it doesn’t matter whether people like me or not, or if I was in their tribe or not? Why would I waste any energy on worrying what others thought, or on blaming others? It meant I would take responsibility for my life, and if I failed, I failed – and always learn something useful in the process.
I learned that I could change my life by conscious choice, made on a daily basis. My happiness is at once outside of my control (because I cannot control circumstances) – and yet within my control (because I can control my reaction). Understanding this removed the immense pressure to control things that had left me unhappy and anxious to my core.
“Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilites is risky but nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy – the experences that made us the most vuleranable. Brene Brown
My happiness starts and ends with me; imperfections and all. My darkness AND my light, my sunshine AND my shadows make me uniquely me. No-one else can live my story. No-one else can make my choices. I am the chief storyteller and the chief character, creating the story, characters, and their locations by my choices, and by the boundaries I create, because without boundaries I can’t get mad at anyone for choosing to step on to my patch. It means I refuse to blame people or circumstances any longer and that leaves no room for excuses. It also means I am accountable for my behaviour and I can hold others accountable for theirs – but hopefully with respect, and with grace.
And in embracing my imperfections, and practicing courage, compassion and connection on a daily basis, I did find so many gifts there for the taking. I dared to be happier.
If there is one gift I would grant a child, assuming love is already there, then it would be curiousity. That courage to explore new places, meet new people with an openness that builds better relationships and turns strangers into friends.
It will change their thinking and their ability to learn. It’s the gift that will encourage them to have ideas and invent things that change the world for the better, to travel to other places and cultures with respect, and even explore other galaxies. It will keep rocking them back in wonder at creation and the world around them, so that even when adults, they will stop and stare at a rose, whirl a dandelion head round to see what happens, or crunch through autumn leaves.
It’s what will allow them to wait to see the butterfly emerging from a cocoon, an egg hatching, what shape the bread that rested and was kneaded makes. It means they can never be bored, for they can stimulate their imagination and get lost in different worlds of books and games.
It will give them the courage to take risks sometimes, to ask “what might happen if I try” – and find out that even if they fail, they can still be curious about the lessons they learned. It encourages flexibility, and gives them the resilience to deal with uncertainty. It can turn everyday chores into adventures, and even give them the freedom to explore the big questions in life without fear (like who are we, what happens next, how can I bring peace, can I dare to be happier?)
That’s what I would give a child, if I had a magic wand. What would YOU give them?
I read this at the weekend – and it rang true for me. I loved it <3
“I would never trade my hardships – past, present, or future – for blissful encounters. These very tribulations have revealed what true happiness is.
The darkest nights yield the most luminous dawns. If everything always went your way, you would be denied the precious opportunities to grow, surrender, trust, evolve.
Without fear, you would never learn to be courageous. Without anger, you would never learn forgiveness. Without heartbreak, you would never open your heart to true love.”
Sara Avant Stover
Come to the edge.
We might fall.
Come to the edge.
It’s too high!
COME TO THE EDGE!
And they came,
and he pushed,
and they flew.
See I figure it’s like this. Life happens sometimes to us, or because of us. Challenges can come for no reason at all or it can be because of the other people around us or people who don’t even know we exist.
Yet what surprised me when working as a secretary in a mental health team was how differently people would react. That started me on a journey that meant I came to understand that it’s our thoughts that make the difference, and that our thoughts lead to our actions.
Which leaves us with choices. Faced with what today brings, we can worry about it, and let anxiety take away our peace, when we fail to reign our thoughts in and bring them back to the present moment. Or we can reframe the challenge as an opportunity – even if that opportunity is the growth of our soul, for we are always stronger than we think.
In the hard times, courage must often be beckoned quietly. To come on this journey with us, and counter what our brains are telling our heart it must believe. And then we choose.
We choose to look life in the face and say that though we are faced with some hard times, that doesn’t mean we have to face them with anger or frustration or pity or sorrow. We can choose to be cheerful – and in that choosing, find we are more cheerful. We can choose to be grateful for all we have in our life that is still good. We can indeed dare to be happier – and in the daring, find life is more than bearable. It is fully worth the living – hard times or no – for this moment is the life that we have to live. May “this moment” be peaceful, joyful, mindful xx
God sends the dawn
that we might see
that still might be.
By Robert Brault
I simply love this poem by Jean Wilson
No more meekly saying ‘yes’
When my heart is screaming ‘no’
No more taming of my feelings
So my power won’t show
No more hiding my exuberance
From disapproving eyes
No more watering down myself
So my spirit won’t rise
No more ‘smalling up’ of me
Pretending I am not here
No more running from the music
And the spotlight’s glare
No more living in this prison
Barricaded by my fears
No more turning and retreating
In the face of new frontiers
Even as I am speaking
I am taking shape and form
Harnessing my powers
Like a gathering storm
There’s no obstacle so bold
As to dare stand in my way
I am taking back my life
And I am doing it today.
I love these words of encouragement from Caroline Kent.
Courage is admitting that you’re afraid and facing that fear directly. It’s being strong enough to ask for help and humble enough to accept it.
Courage is standing up for what you believe in without worrying about the opinions of others. It’s following your own heart, living your own life, and settling for nothing less than the best for yourself.
Courage is daring to take a first step, a big leap, or a different path. It’s attempting to do something that no one has done before and all others thought impossible.
Courage is keeping heart in the face of disappointment and looking at defeat not as an end but as a new beginning. It’s believing that things will ultimately get better even as they get worse.
Courage is being responsible for your own actions and admitting your own mistakes without placing blame on others. It’s relying not on others for your success, but on your own skills and efforts.
Courage is refusing to quit even when you’re intimidated by impossibility. It’s choosing a goal, sticking with it, and finding solutions to the problems.
Courage is thinking big, aiming high, and shooting far. It’s taking a dream and doing anything, risking everything, and stopping at nothing to it make it a reality.
~ Caroline Kent
I love butterflies. I think I always have. The miracle of metamorphosis. The caterpillar, stuck to the ground becoming something else that flies through the air. Such a wonderful symbol of all transformation – and a story on how struggle is a core part of that change. I didn’t know for many years how vital it was until I read this from Zorba The Greek
I remembered one morning when I discovered a cocoon in the bark of a tree, just as the butterfly was making a hole in its case and preparing to come out. I waited a while, but it was too long appearing and I was impatient. I bent over it and breathed on it to warm it. I warmed it as quickly as I could and the miracle began to happen before my eyes, faster than life. The case opened, the butterfly started slowly crawling out and I shall never forget my horror when I saw how its wings were folded back and crumpled; the wretched butterfly tried with its whole trembling body to unfold them. Bending over it, I tried to help it with my breath. In vain. It needed to be hatched out patiently and the unfolding of the wings should be a gradual process in the sun. Now it was too late. My breath had forced the butterfly to appear, all crumpled, before its time. It struggled desperately and, a few seconds later, died in the palm of my hand.
That little body is, I do believe, the greatest weight I have on my conscience. For I realize today that it is a mortal sin to violate the great laws of nature. We should not hurry, we should not be impatient, but we should confidently obey the eternal rhythm.