MOVEMENT

               So, apparently there’s this “thing” where you choose a word that you want to define your year. Almost kind of a modern day “New Year’s Resolution. Except instead of very specific goals that (let’s be real) you’ll probably fail at, you just choose something that you want to progressively work on throughout the course of the next year. Some people are seriously all about this word choosing. Some people, it seems, are anti-word choosing. Me? I’m somewhere in the middle. If you want to, do it. If you don’t? Don’t.

               I inadvertently chose a word for myself last year (fearless). I didn’t even know this was a “thing” when I chose it. And I’m pretty sure I chose it like in April. I didn’t really have any intention of choosing a word for myself this year. Because in a lot of ways, I feel like my word is still “fearless” and it seems silly to pick the same word two years in a row (even though I didn’t really know I was picking it when I did). As I thought about it more, though, I realized that a word kind of chose me.

               A few months ago, my friend (who is DIALED IN) told me a few months ago that God gave her a word for my life. The word? Movement. She doesn’t know exactly what it means for my life and, frankly, neither do I. I thought I did. I thought I had it all figured out. And I was EXCITED about it. Like, REALLY excited. So I started moving in the direction I thought I was supposed to go. But then God seemed to close every door I tried to move through. So, ironically, I am spending the first part of my year of “movement” in waiting to see which way I am supposed to go.

               I have other option – options that can still fall in line with the signs that I THOUGHT I had been receiving. But they are both options that would be completely uncharacteristic of me. And, therefore, options that terrify me – proof that my journey to fearlessness is still a work in progress.

               I’m growing increasingly curious about where this “word” might take me. I have ideas. I have inklings. And I continue to think of new areas of my life that could have movement. There are so many ways in can be interpreted. And so many areas of my life that can (and already are) supporting movement right out of the gate this year. But if I learned anything last year, it’s that our plans and visions for our lives are sometimes not what God’s plan and vision for our lives are. And that He can take a “word” and transform it into different and MORE ways than what we had envisioned.

               So, despite the fact that I am dreaming about “movement” in my life and what I think that looks like, I’m not closing my mind to the belief that it could be something much different than what I’m dreaming. Something MORE than what I’m dreaming. In fact, there’s a feeling deep down that KNOWS that it WILL be. And there’s a little fear in that. I won’t deny it. But I know that once things start moving, it’s not likely that they will stop until they are moved exactly where they are supposed to be. So I’ve just got to hold on for the ride and see where this new year and new journey take me.

Year In Review - Part 2

               When I committed to my journey towards fearlessness, I mostly meant in regards to my relationships with people. There was a time in my life that I would talk to anyone about anything. I was outgoing. I was conversational. And somewhere throughout the course of my life, that changed. I didn’t realize it when I started my pursuit of fearlessness, but I discovered along the way that the change largely had to do with things that had happened to me. Hurt I had experienced. That closed me off to people around me. And while that part is definitely something I’m still working through, and probably will be for a long time, looking back on the past year, I think I’ve come along way on my journey to fearlessness – in relationships anyway.

               There were a few things that I wasn’t expecting when I started this journey, though. A few things I learned.

               The first thing, is how much the fearless mentality would influence my life as a whole. The attitude spilled over into other aspects of my life. Not JUST relationships. I’ve more or less adopted the “all you need is 20 seconds of insane courage and something great will come of it” way of thinking. (See the movie “We Bought A Zoo” for more info on this.) Am I truly fearless? Heck no. I do things that terrify my all the time. And I used to back down from them. But now? I think, “20 seconds of insane courage” and I DO them (most of the time). Does it really only take 20 seconds? Most of the time, yes. Because in 20 seconds (or, most of the time, less) you can COMMIT to something. And once you’re committed, there’s a good chance you’re doing it. Going ziplining? 20 seconds to enter your credit card info and pay for it. And I’ll be danged if I just paid $150 to chicken out! Run into someone with Minnesota license plates in a random state on vacation? 20 seconds to strike up a conversation with them find out where they’re from and maybe make some new friends. Need to have a tough conversation with someone that you’re total dreading? 20 seconds to set up a date and time to get it done. All it takes is 20 seconds of insane courage. And you’d be surprised how easy it is to muster up that 20 seconds when you look at it that way. It’s changed my life. Sure there are still times that I fail at remembering my “20 seconds” and just chicken out, but it’s a work in progress. And it’s something that has allowed me to experience life more fully than ever before.

               The other thing that I wasn’t really expecting, was how much I would be called to BE fearless. Even when I didn’t want to be. I won’t lie. I went into this thinking that I would teach myself to be fearless like I used to be – but on my OWN terms. That I would be the one dictating what that looked like, where it happened, and when it happened, which is good in theory, but we all know God doesn’t operate like that. No. He says, “okay, if this is what you want, we’re going to perfect it. We’re going to make it bulletproof.” And in order to do that, it needs to be tested. Again. And again. And again. And in different capacities. In your relationships. In the work you do. In the physical sense. In your smaller day-to-day decisions. And in your huge major life decisions. It’s gotta be tested EVERYWHERE. Multiple times. And tested it has been. It’s certainly not bulletproof yet, though. Because I can still see where I’m being pushed a little bit further, but the fear still holds me back. It’s still a work in progress. And something that I will continue with going into next year.

               While these lessons were unexpected and difficult at times, I’m so glad for what this journey turned into for me. It’s amazing where a quick thought, a nagging idea, and the pursuit of a (seemingly) outrageous and totally random vision has led me. And how it has changed my life. From living a passive life because of fear, to living a full, fearless life. 20 seconds of courage at a time.

Year in Review - Part 1

               So, I’ve been fairly neglectful of this blog as of late. And I don’t even know that I have a really good reason for it. I’ve still been writing. Working on my travel blog a little more. Trying to get back into working on the novels/ideas for novels I’ve got in the works. And, I’ve even written some posts that belong here, in this space. But for some reason, they just didn’t make it this far. Some of them may find their way here eventually. Others my forever be confined to pen on paper. Either way, now you’re going to get bombarded with a series of posts (because it’s the end of the year/start of a new year).

               I want to start with a few things that I learned this year (broken into two separate posts). It also happens to be a brief synopsis of some of the “blog posts” that were written, but never found their way here:

1.      One of the things I’ve learned that I feel has been most prominent in my life as of late, is how much people can surprise you. I’ve found myself surprised by a number of people in my life (some good, some bad, some still to be determined). I’ve learned hard lessons through people who I THOUGHT had my best interests at heart. People I thought I could trust, but shouldn’t have. People who fed me lines to pacify me, but whose actions showed true colors. But then, almost as a peace offering, I’ve learned that some people, who I have known for years, but just never taken the time to pursue a friendship with, are actually pretty cool people. People who genuinely care. Who want to help. And who have seemingly come out of the woodwork – for such a time as this – to provide support, and renew hope. People can ALWAYS surprise you. Sometimes for the good. Sometimes for the bad. But either way, there are lessons to be learned.

2.      God gives you the relationship and friendships you need, when you need them most. Truthfully this is something I’ve known for a long time. But this is a year in which I’ve witnessed it frequently and been reminded of it multiple times. My heart has been overwhelmed with the quality of friends that God has provided me with and the new relationships that have transpired, both through those friends, and through completely spontaneous interactions. This past year was not an easy one for me – especially the last six months of it – but in a lot of ways, I’ve never felt fuller. And I’m certain it has everything to do with the friends I have that help hold me together.   

3.      The hurt and suffering we experience is not for nothing. This is also something that I’ve known for a long time. But I don’t know that I’ve ever hit a point in my life where I’ve gone “THAT’S why.” Where I’ve been able to look back and see all of the pieces line up that brought me where I needed to be, when I needed to be there, with the knowledge and words I needed when I got there. It makes the pain, and perseverance worthwhile. But I’ve also learned that you have to be willing to share your story with others. Because having all of the experience, knowledge, and wisdom in the world does you no good, unless you’re willing to share it with those who are seeking what you’re able to offer them.

4.      Rarely do things turn out how you expect them do. Sometimes they’re better. Sometimes they’re worse. Sometimes you have absolutely no idea whether they’re better or worse – they’re just different. And acceptance of those differences can be hard (or easy, depending on which way it goes) to come to grips with. And sometimes it takes a while for it to happen. And that’s okay. Things don’t have to be resolved overnight. It’s okay if they take time.

Never assume you know people. Never underestimate God’s ability to give you the people you need, when you need them. Make sure that your pain has a purpose – SHARE YOUR STORY. 

Journeys and Journals

So, a few months ago, my friend and I played a fun game of “what would we be doing if we weren’t doing what we’re doing.” I’m sure you’ve played, at least with yourself, before. But you know what makes it even a little more fun? When you play with someone else and let THEM pick your new career. But there are rules, of course.

1. They have to pick something that they could legitimately see you doing. Something THEY think YOU would be good at.

2. Money is a non-issue. Meaning this is strictly for enjoyment purposes. You don’t have to worry about a mortgage or bills or food or anything. We’re just going to assume that what is picked for you will earn you enough to pay for (at least) your current lifestyle.

The part that makes it more fun to play with someone else is:

1. It removes our own tainted view of what we’d be “good at”. It removes the thinking. When we try to pick for ourselves, we’re always thinking logically – can I get a job like that where I am? Do I need to go back to school? Will it pay enough? Even if it’s just for fun, your views are still skewed by such questions. When you let someone else pick, they’re not.

2. You get to discover what other people see in you that maybe you don’t see in yourself. What others thing you would be good at and what others think you are capable of.

SO, for her (currently a banker) I assigned her the new job of party/event planning. Because she’s a rock star at such things. As far as I’m aware, she’s never done it for money – just for family and friends’ weddings/babies/etc. But she nails it. She’s the one you want to plan your party because she goes all out.

For me (currently an accountant) she assigned me the new job of journalist (originally) and when I (probably very rudely) laughed at the suggestion and tried to guide her more towards “travel planner.” She settled on “travel journalist”. So, there you have it, folks. If I wasn’t an accountant AND money was no object, I would be a travel journalist.  

Unfortunately, money IS an object which means I won’t likely be quitting my day job as an accountant anytime soon. HOWEVER, a girl can dream and while this is not even (kind of) an attempt making a beeline toward my “new career.” I HAVE decided to start a new blog. Travel related. Where I talk about places I’ve been (starting with my trip to Oregon), places I want to go, what goes on inside the mind of a travel journalist at heart and who knows what else. The posts on that blog will likely be less regular because, like I said, money IS a factor, and travelling is expensive. But, who knows where it might lead. Worst case scenario, I have my trip documented for my future self to read.

Of course this blog will continue to be the home to my posts about my personal life/struggles/learnings, but I will also have my travel blog. SO, if you’re interested in reading entries from my wanderlustful mind and seeing pictures from my wanderlustful eyes, check out my new blog at www.journeysandjournals.org. Send your friends. Send your family. Send anyone you think might be interested in learning more about areas I’ve been or areas I’m hoping to go to.

Pieces

The hardest part about finding yourself again after losing yourself? Besides reopening old wounds that you sometimes didn’t even know you had? Realizing how many relationships have been damaged and how many friendships you’ve lost along the way. And being able to pin point moments where (you believe, anyway) things went wrong. And all you can think is, “Damn. That wasn’t me. But it WAS me.” Physically anyway. It was my body. My words. My actions. Or lack thereof. That was there. That said those things. That DID those things. Or didn’t do them. It wasn’t the real me, though. It was the me that had been hurt by one too many people that made me believe that I was the problem. That I needed to change.

I’ve heard the saying, “Don’t look back. You’re not going that way.” And to some extent, I agree. We can’t constantly dwell on the could’ve/should’ve/would’ves of our past because it will kill us. It will kill our joy. It will kill our spirits. BUT I’m sure were all also well versed on the phrase “those who don’t learn from history are doomed to repeat it.” And let me tell you, I have no interest in repeating this.

As I look back (with the desire to learn from my mistakes) I am constantly asking myself “Where did I go wrong.” I’m always searching the corners of my brain for where I went wrong and when find somewhere I went wrong, I search for WHY I did what I did. Said what I said. Became who I was. When you spend time consciously trying to change your behavior, I’m finding that things kind of creep into your mind about WHY you’re having to change it. Your eyes become opened to things that have been buried for so long you forgot about them and when you keep an open mind, you are able to get a little bit more of an objective view about things.

And what I’m coming to find is actually not that much of a revelation at all: I was shaped and changed by things that happened to me. I know. Not really that unheard of, right? Everyone knows that we are shaped by circumstances. BUT here’s the thing that I’ve realized more than that. My reactions to those things were not what they should have been.

I’ve been hurt in various ways by different people. I’m sure we all have. Some of these things were buried. I forgot about them. I moved on. Until recently when I started digging to get to the bottom of things. Some of them, I never once forgot and probably never will. And while both types of hurt changed pieces of me, I think it’s the ones that are still fresh in my mind – ALWAYS fresh in my mind that are the real culprits. Not the people. The situations. I’m not here to try to push blame onto other people in a sorry attempt to justify everything. That is helpful to absolutely no one. I take full blame. Full responsibility. Because it was MY reactions to those circumstances that created the problem.

Allow me to explain. I’ve been hurt by various people in various ways. And while I take things pretty personally (a lot of the time) I tend to give people chance after chance after chance to prove to me that they didn’t intend to hurt me. Most of them time, they do. But the times they don’t? I basically let them continuously hurt me until there’s no way that I COULDN’T be a different person as a result of it. It would change me. It would make me believe that maybe it was me. Maybe there was something I needed to change either to:

1. Give them one.more.chance to problem me wrong and like me OR

2. To keep them from hurting me again.

I think the general tendency was to go with option 1 first – to change something about myself and if that didn’t work, I’d go with option 2.

Sometimes, option 1 DID work. So I’d end up with a mish mash of “don’t do this, don’t say that, don’t be this person around that person.” that was inevitably more difficult to keep track of the more it happened (talk about major identity crisis) and the honest to goodness plan of action by the time I got to option 2 was just to shut down altogether. Guard up. Closed off.

And while option 1 clearly has a whole host of issues, I don’t think my response to option 2 was really that out of line. But HERE’S where it all went wrong.

These mishmash of personalities and closed doors didn’t end at the people that hurt me. They should have. But they didn’t. They carried over into my friendship. My REAL friends. The ones who liked me just find that way I was. And the ones whose approval SHOULD HAVE been enough. They were find with me the way.I.was. But what I eventually gave them was a guarded, closed off person who tried so hard to be what everyone else wanted that she didn’t even know who she was anymore and had somehow developed some bitterness along the way. It’s no wonder they moved on. The person they wanted, that they grew to like, was gone.

It’s a hard realization to make. Really. To realize that you gave up something REALLY good for, what? Nothing? No-not really nothing. For something you didn’t even want and would spend years trying to get rid of later on down the road. Like the old tube TVs that sit in the basement because you can’t give them away. Not even to the garbage man. You can’t even light them on fire.

It’s a tough hole to try to dig yourself out of. Do you go running back to the people you miss, screaming “Wait! Give me another chance! Look, I’m different now!”? And hope that they give you the opportunity to prove yourself and then hope even harder that if they DO give you that opportunity that you don’t screw it up even worse than the first time? Because if you’re being honest, you’re still hurdling some things and you’ve never been known for your hurdling abilities.

OR, do you cut your losses and hope that you find new friends along the way that can fill the holes left and just vow to never let yourself dig that hole again?

It’s tough. It’s tough facing your missteps. The mistakes that you see so clearly now and know that while it was you. It wasn’t REALLY you. Somehow, some way, you have to pick up what remains and either try to piece it back together, knowing it will never be quite the same. Or, decide to discard the pieces altogether and try to create something new. Something you can only hope will be better and just pray that you can keep it from ever shattering again.

Closed Doors

This is on my mind daily. Which should be reason enough to assume that means I’m supposed to do something about it. But yet, I remain frozen. Terrified. Unnerved. Trying to figure out “why” and “where do I go from here.”

A year ago I was comfortable with where I was in life. Sure, there were a lot of things that weren’t ideal Things that I would change if I could. (Aren’t there always?) But overall? I was comfortable. When I took a step back and really analyzed where I was, how my life ended up, I discovered that it was good. That all things considered, I hadn’t done too badly for myself.

And then, things started to change. Inexplicably. Things that I loved started to get tainted. They started to leave a bitter taste on my tongue and an uneasiness in my heart. Small things at first. Things that I could (mostly) take in stride. Vent about. Then take a deep breath and move on. But the small things started to pile up and turn into big things. Until I finally found myself in my current position. Feeling that I am being ushered – no – SHOVED right out of the doorway of the house of comfort I’ve been sitting in for years.

I’ve tried to dig in my heels. To resist it. But. I just. Keep. Getting. Shoved. The harder I dig in, the harder I get shoved. I dig in. I get shoved. And then, I settle into the new, less comfortable way things are. And I think “This is okay. I can handle this. It’s not THAT uncomfortable.” as I adjust my position so the elbow in my back is just a little bit more to the right. Then, when I think I’ve figured out a way to sit so I’m comfortable (enough), another elbow pops up. And another. And another. And, seriously, how many elbows does this guy have?! And then we graduate to feet. Because everyone knows you can push harder with your legs. So I get shoved further. And further. And harder.

Maybe I’m a little slow to figure things out. Maybe I’m a little stubborn. Maybe it’s a little bit of both. But I’m beginning to think that maybe there is someone who is sick of my ignorance and stubbornness and is taking matters into His own hands.

The more I think about it, though, the more I wonder – is it really that I was content with life? Did I really think that everything was going just great? Or is it just that I was comfortable where I was because the place I ended up became like home to me? Because I had been there so long. That I knew what to expect. What was going on. Maybe it’s just that things were familiar.

I am also kind of coming to believe that maybe God doesn’t LIKE it when we’re comfortable. Maybe it provides us too much opportunity to “slack off”. It can keep us from spending time developing our relationship with Him. Because everything is “just fine” as it is. No need to change anything. It keeps us from always striving for more. Maybe He shoves us to get us exploring more. Thinking more. Learning more. To get us to realize that we are capable. Of. MORE.  

And yet, it’s still SO HARD to take that step. We all know that the whole point of faith is that you don’t know what’s coming next and you just need to trust. But, let me tell you, when you’re nearing the edge of the cliff and you’ve got an infinite number of elbows and feet pushing you closer, it’s not easy. It’s terrifying. You have no idea what’s coming. All you can see is the edge of the cliff getting closer and closer and you can’t stop it no matter how hard you try. Maybe there’s a just a nice easy trail that winds its way down the side that will make you wonder why you were so terrified of the edge in the first place. Maybe there’s a series of landings that gradually stair step their way down requiring you to make some big leaps – not necessarily an easy way down, but not the worst either. Maybe you’ll get there and there will just be a sheer drop off and with the relentless elbows and feet at your back, you will just have to trust that when you start freefalling, someone will catch you.

The reality is, that we’re going over the edge one way or another. And I’m sure that God would really just appreciate it if we would go “okay, I see where you’re pointing me” and RUN, fearlessly, toward the edge, hurling ourselves off with reckless abandon and straight into the plan He’s had for us all along. But for those of us who are a little more stubborn, He’ll still get us there. He has no problem pushing us up to the edge and then just giving us a shove off. So that when we finally see what all the shoving was about we can marvel at the way that He STILL pulls through for us. Every. Time. The way that His plans for us turn out to be bigger than we could have ever imagined from our place of comfort. Always. And the way He doesn’t let our own stubbornness and fear keep us from His plan for our lives. Ever.

Here's the thing...

Here’s the thing. About struggling with mental health. A lot of people just don’t “get” it. They’ll try. They’ll pretend that they do for your benefit. But they don’t. Not really.

And sometimes, the things that you do as a result of your mental health struggle seem unreasonable to those who don’t understand. They seem like extreme measures. And those people, whether they mean to or not, may react in ways that only add to your struggle. They may say things or do things that will make you feel like you ARE being unreasonable. Or that your “extreme measures” are a bit TOO extreme. But it’s important that you remember that they’re not. Not really.

What others frequently don’t understand is that just like with anything else, when we struggle, we learn. Mental health is no different. When we struggle, we learn and we learn quickly. We have to. Because in some cases, it is, quite literally, life or death. But those who have never struggled don’t understand that. And they probably never will. Not really.

They don’t understand that (sometimes) we can see things coming that we KNOW will send us backwards in our journey. They don’t understand that when we see those things coming, we do EVERYHING we can to avoid them. To keep them from coming. Or at least avoid having to fact them head on. Because we’ve learned. And. Honestly? Because we know that there’s a good chance that something else is coming that we DON’T see coming that will inevitably send us backwards. Others don’t understand that we’re trying to avoid what we CAN see coming in order to save our energy to fight what we DON’T see coming. Because if we don’t learn from our past and just continue to hit everything head on despite what we know to be true, we will continuously be knocked backwards. Over and over and over again. Until we’re so far back, we can’t find the way forward.

If you struggle with mental health, know this: There are no measures that are “too extreme”. None. Not really. Whatever you need to do to make forward momentum is what you need to do. Your mental health is important. REALLY important. And caring for it is necessary. REALLY necessary. Don’t let people who don’t understand try to convince you otherwise. Don’t believe them when they make you seem like you are being unreasonable.

If you don’t struggle with mental health, know this: Those measures you think might be a little “extreme”? They’re not. Not really. That person has been there. They’ve experienced hurt that you don’t understand and may never understand. They’ve experienced a hurt bad enough that they will take “extreme measures” to never go there again. They’ve learned. They’re trying to maintain forward momentum. And it’s not your place to tell them whether or not they’re doing it “right”. Not really.

We don’t expect everyone to understand. Not really. But we do expect that you acknowledge that we know what we’re doing. Why we’re doing it. We do expect you to respect us and our mental health enough to let us heal. On our terms.