People come in to our lives for a reason – and they leave for a reason. Sometimes we will know why (circumstances, our own actions, their actions) and sometimes we may never know why and then we need to let them go, especially from our minds. To hold on to them means we do not free space or energy to meet others.
I’ve been thinking about various people in my life and through my life who are no longer part of it. Of course I am happy to never meet some of them again. Others, I think I miss sometimes, but if we were to meet now I doubt we would have very much in common. Yet… though many of these changes caused great sorrow,
I learned that their leaving often left room for better to come!
All of the people we meet on the journey of our life are one way or another, our spiritual change agents. Bosses, colleagues, neighbours, friends, family, partners – there’s no distinction in them being our teachers if we let them be.
By seeing them as teachers and spiritual change agents, we can let so much go! And why would we be angry at any of the less than totally positive people we’ve known, when all they were doing is fulfilling our purpose to be all that we can be?
That includes those who are our deliberately positive change agents. Those who know who we are and still love us, those who are brave enough to ask the hard questions, and who stand by us when times are tough. Angels who at the right time have said the right thing, or just turned up on our doorstep when we need them. Those who knew we needed a coffee – or a cocktail! Those who connect us to a teacher, a book, a course, a different view point or way of being.
Mine have challenged me to grow, change, stand up for myself, move, learn, to take the risk to love again – and to take responsibility for my life.
They’ve taught me much about myself and others, shown me how to find my voice – and that I cannot work where there’s a conflict with my values. They’ve introduced me to passion, humility, love, contentment, grace and happiness. They’ve made me see that I can always choose my thoughts – and thus my attitudes and actions, so happiness is always possible for me.
They have shown me I am a teacher, student, writer who helps people live better, brighter futures. And they are showing me how to love, nurture and inspire myself. I am who I am now because of them all, I value what I have because of them too, and I’m now truly grateful for them all.
We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
― Joseph Campbell
Today, a tweet led me to an article called “16 ways I blew my marriage”:
Talking it over with friends later, they said you couldn’t just lose a marriage; it wasn’t like a soccer game (won by a stronger team) or a set of keys or a book (lost through carelessness).
But they were wrong. I know that you can lose any important relationship through carelessness; I also know that you can lose a marriage the same way. A marriage very rarely ends suddenly for no reason – it usually is death by a thousand knives, even if one of those knives is indifference. My first marriage officially ended when I left it for what I thought was the chance to be loved – but it had been dying for a long time.
It died through carelessness, when the person I was with forgot to cherish me and when they wanted me to be all that I wasn’t. I ended up trying very hard to be the someone my husband wanted me to be; and that had already had a shape and a name. He had found a friend, a soulmate, he called her while maintaining she was only ever a friend, who took over our lives and suffocated our marriage. He travelled a lot on business and would bring me home a present most times – but he always brought her one home too. He cooked fish pies and made little cakes for us – but always set aside some for her. He asked me why I couldn’t be like her, or dress like her or act like her – and I tortured myself asking why I couldn’t, while desperately trying to do what was asked, until I was exhausted being someone else.
They were dark days when I did not know I could dare to be happier. I stayed because my culture required it, because my beliefs insisted on it, even if those beliefs were sometimes second hand beliefs. With four small children, and a part time job, I kept spiralling down to a place where I could see no options and found I had lost my voice and become invisible. What could be seen brought envy from those who could not see – a beautiful mortgage-free house, £80k in the bank, a part time job and a busy social life. They could not see because I hid my heartache from all who knew me, and I hid myself by wearing ten ton masks of family life and hostess.
Living in a state of almost constant fear and anxiety, I lost myself. I lost hope in a place where I could see no options,where I shut my feelings down because that was less painful than knowing how they felt. I forgot what it was to be loved and could not dare to love myself, but when someone indicated that I might actually be a living, breathing woman, I leapt towards that spark of hope. In the process, I lost many many friends and much more. The leap was so vast it shook me so deeply that it would take almost a year before I could read more than a paragraph in a book again.
Louise Hay says that all that we do is driven by fear or love; I know this is true. I regret the way the marriage ended, and I regret that I stayed so long – yet I cannot fully regret this, because it forced me down the path that led me to my life today. That quote from Joseph Campbell is one of my favourites because I know the truth of it. I don’t know if I was willing to let go, but the letting go of the life I’d planned brought me to where I am now, with a life full of gratitude.
It’s a place where I dare to be happier! I’ve been surprised to find out what I might be capable of. I am blessed with a home that’s a haven, a great career, a part time coaching and training role. Where I’m surrounded by so many dear true friends, spiritual teachers and Anam Caras. My children have grown up and with their support I learned to swim, not sink, sometimes because I absolutely needed to provide for them, as I got so little financial support from their dad. They are as proud of me as I am of them.
In daring to be happier, I have had to make daily choices about how I think and what I do. In living authentically,I have learned from my mistakes – and I have learned to love and nurture myself and find my voice.
I have also learned that all I can ever be is me, and that’s just perfect. I have dusted myself off and polished myself up, and allowed myself (sometimes at least) to shine bright like a diamond. Diamonds come from ashes after all. I will not ever stand on a pedestal again, or allow others to put me there. I know too well how human I am – but as a human being, I long to be seen and loved for exactly who I am; we can ask for no more. To be loved carefully, to be cherished. Though I’ve known great pain and darkness in my life, I found that daring to be happier again brought all sorts of adventures.
It also brought me a special kind of love, perhaps because my now husband (Lee) is a very special kind of man. As I write this, he is away for a long weekend pursuing one of his hobbies – but I know he is thinking about me often. I know he loves and cherishes me because he will organise little gifts,and he texts and calls me when he is away, touching base little and often. Some people may not appreciate that, or find it corny; I am grateful from the bottom of my heart. Yesterday, I put my hand in my jacket pocket and found a small bar of my favourite chocolate waiting for me. Today, I got into my car and there was a beautiful winter plant sitting smiling at me. When I saw it, I burst into tears. Happiness Virus tears, he said to me later. Yes; these were good tears. Tears because I am loved for who I am and all that I could be. He will not lose our marriage through carelessness.