Its that time of year where if you’re anything like me, you begin to review everything you wrote down at the start of the year, (although I do this monthly) and make sure you are somewhat on track with your goals and being intentional about seeing them come to fruition.
This brings me to why I decided to write an entry today. I’ve thinking soberly about my life recently, a lot is changing, and things are moving so fast. Looking for a pause button; mostly overwhelmed at the best of times.
Please don’t read this entry sitting on the judgement seat, as you read I hope you can find your story in mine. And I as I go through yet another unveiling to bring about healing to both our journeys, I trust you will be kind enough to yourself by answering some of the questions in this blog and allow your mask to come off also.
Lately, my questions have been about my life: the past, the hurts, the ex’s, the frenemies, the dead-end jobs, bad boss’s, corrupt colleagues… and my tomorrow. As I approach 40, I look around to find a small handful of close friends (I’m slowly learning to open up again and allow new people to come in). Desperately in pursuit of newness, afraid of sameness, and itching to create moments.
Have you ever had those moments in your life when you seriously just want to get in the car, pocket full of cash, your fav radio station, the clear road with no traffic? You, the road and destiny; only to wake up to the shocking realisation that real life is not at all like the movies. When will ‘it’ begin? Will I ever get married, will I ever be able to let the guard down long enough to allow someone to get close to loving me, for me. Are more kids on the books, heck do I want more? The truth has I had a decision to make. At this point of my journey, parking the car, leaving it punctured is far from ideal. Looking in the rearview it was clear that I’d come a long way. A bloody long distance, going back was not an option and parking in the middle was; well, also not an option. What do you do when the beginning is no longer in view, and the end is not in sight? For me, this was a reoccurring hump on the road. It is obvious the show must go on, until curtain calls that are. So here I go again on my journey, no turning back, although it gets ever so tempting at times. But I want to help walk you through my survival kit for bumpy rides. It is inevitable that days will come when the car (vehicle-me/you) simply needs a rest. That’s the first place we start.
R E S T. When was the last time you gave yourself an MOT?
Every car owner understands the importance of having their vehicle checked annually to avoid a failed inspection. The consequences of failing an MOT test is costly, so you owe it to yourself to make sure you pass the inspection.
Liken that to our own lives. I don’t know about you but I used to be a sergeant for ensuring my ‘life check-ups’ were done without fail every year, usually on or around the week of my birthday. Because the thing is this, with check-ups you are almost, always guaranteed the unpleasantness of other less immediate problems. Truth is, they never pose a serious enough threat to make us want to act now. I think that is why many people do not like going for check-ups. However, when we ignore these problems that we know should be addressed sooner rather than later, as they may worsen. We face grave consequences that may cause us to fail our ‘life check-up‘ the following year.
Call me, turtle.
I had a gut feeling 2017 was going to be quite an adventure. But one I simply had no appetite for, just trying to keep it real. Anyone that knows me, knows I’m the queen of hibernating when shit gets real. “Many turtles, are able to retract their heads and legs into their shells as a defensive manoeuvre”. And honestly, I can stay in the shell for what can sometimes feel like a lifetime. I guess growing up is a lot to deal with at times, and some days, I just have no gusto for being an adult. When all you’ve known is responsibility there’s sometimes this mischief urge to do the opposite. The sad part about that is, life doesn’t pause when you do. Time has no respect for my hiatus, and rightly so, it keeps on ticking.
Tonight I screamed silent thoughts of frustration, of wasted years, poor choices and failed relationships, disappointments, failed attempts at success. I scream, knowing that better days are ahead; but only wished ‘those days’ could be today. I’m pretty sure you’re reading this and thinking to yourself, I do too. Well, one of the things I find that has helped me over the years is journaling my thoughts. It’s always so encouraging to go back to the entries and reading through where your thoughts were and comparing them to how you now feel.
Shortly after having ‘my moment’ of silent torture, I practised ‘Viparita Karan’ (leg up the wall pose) to help relax and calm me. I’ve recently taken up Yoga again, after several years of putting it to one side. (I’m beginning to wonder why) By practising regularly, I am much more capable of meeting a worry with a presence, of curiosity, and patience rather than fearful reactivity. My practice has given me peace of mind. Honestly, I’m a better mother, friend and person, because I can handle the everyday ups and downs more easily. I feel better than ever. As a Christian, I can easily see the benefits of being spiritually connected to God and being more aware of my being and my presence. In some crazy way, yoga has reintroduced me to my spirit man in ways incomprehensible.
Reaching for my journal I soon came across an entry that had me in tears. Not sad tears, but the happy: pulls you into pieces separated forcefully, the act of tearing that causes your eyes to stream with warm tears and your mouth engaging in a smile, in one chemical reaction. All because I came across a promise that I had written several years ago. The sweetest part was knowing that finding it was no coincidence. It was just another one of the beautiful ways of reinforcing his love to me. Every word he has ever told me is way bigger than it is, and the first thing I can do is simply trust him. Trusting means letting go of what I want and taking the hold off what he has in store for me.
What are you holding onto that you know you must let go?
I’ve learned that the challenge of living isn’t the problems we face but our stance in the trials. Yes, the issues are real. The longer I live the more I see hurting people, experiencing real suffering, and knowing actual pain. It’s way bigger than the movies and more factual than the media’s depiction.
My journey has just begun, each milestone finds me standing at the burial ground of my imperfections and breathing life back into it. With each resurrected limb becoming more beautiful than its dead remnants. This journey has me taking tests, and failing them countless times. On route, I learn what it means to follow and be still. I never said I was always compliant, so let’s just say most times I’m kicking and silently screaming, but in spite of, knowing I am exactly where I am supposed to be.
Truth is, you are fighting for your life in one way or another and perhaps getting ready to park the vehicle. My plea to you is; whatever you do, learn to rest, not to quit. It’s so easy to mistake tiredness as a reason to stop the car. But remember that the journey requires movement. I once read somewhere that, ‘stillness in itself is a movement’. Learning when to rest and when to keep on moving is one handy tool that you and I will need for this journey to wholeness.
Thanks for following my journey and reading. Please feel free to like, comment or share. Any questions you’d like to ask please feel free to do so. I look forward to walking with and unveiling more to you.