When your dreaming with a broken heart waking up is the hardest part~ John Mayer
Its true. I am a dreamer. A big one. I love easily. Cry easily. I am full of hope for things that are so unrealistic... And I find that being this silly creature is nothing but heart ache. Hope unmet is empty. It is sorrow. Love unrequited is a black hole. Dreams unfulfilled, laughable.
Its the in-between. The "Eeyore" I frequently find in me.
My job, is amazing. It is a blessing to do what I do. To have the skills bestowed upon me that I do. GOD made me this dreamer. He gave me this compassion to love, care, to lack judgment, and cry easily for everyone and everything. He made me full of hope. Yet these gifts can be overwhelming. At times too much to bear. Every day I go to work, I am given a wake up call. Just when I think my life is hard or impossible... I hear a story.. that is unimaginable to me. I can't fathom surviving what some of my clients have survived. Its heart wrenching. After the weeks over, the days over, I turn off. It hurts to know how much pain truly exists.
In my life I have had so much pain. Mostly centered around "men".. and this pain has put a big fat hole in my life.... yet... I feel stupid that I let this hole, this desire for a "man" .. be so painful. There is real pain out there. There are real needs that must be met and how on earth will compassion ever meet those needs.
My job wakes me up. Yes I want to bury my head in the sand. But I see whats real. Where Gods people are. I see the reality of his family. Its broken, its tired, its at the end of its rope.. much like I have felt. Then I wonder..
I am at the end of my rope. I feel alone, I feel empty, I feel scared.. how .. oh how can I even help anyone I serve when I am this mess?
I don't.
I often feel alone. Not many people have seen what I have. Not many people get to experience this rude awakening of the reality of our world. I can't do it alone. I desperately want to go back to the days before I experienced all my clients pain, before I created my own. I want to forget, to sleep well at night... but no matter what I try... I am painfully aware. I wonder.. what good is a gift of compassion when real needs exist.
My mess truly helps me to relate.
I realize this every moment more and more. Its not my job to 'fix' my clients. My job is exactly what Gods gifts have been to me.. the gifts of compassion, lack of judgment, of love and hope. Its so easy for me to see it in my clients. To see their potential. As my friend Heather puts it.. I see the diamond in every piece of coal...& she is right. Its true.. I have a gift .. for finding something amazing about every person I encounter. My job is to help the people I meet, find this in themselves. Their success, failures, wellness.. has nothing to do with me, it is with in them. All people really need is someone to believe in them so that it can become safe to believe in themselves.
I don't know what my future holds. I know I feel a sense of sadness from serving where God wants me. A sense of hopelessness about my future, the future of man.. yet... somewhere in me.. I hope. I hope for my clients. I hope for myself and my own future. Again.. my gifts from God.. stupidly hoping .. rooting for the best the impossible...
Feeling silly .. feeling alone...
I continue on... just needed to get it out.. to vent and to feel heard.
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Monday, January 21, 2013
Headstands in Yoga
Yoga. As a believer in Jesus, I have struggled with cultivating a Yoga practice. My grandmother a very very conservative believer constantly criticizes my practice. She rants often that its "eastern" and far away from God. I always just shake my head and try to change the subject. Silently I worry, however, that she's right, that my love for Yoga and Eastern practices offends God.
I was practicing my head stand last night. It is not an easy pose. My balance is terrible and strength often very faulty. Before I went into my pose I tried to fill my mind with just a picture of me in this pose. Nothing else. As I attempted the pose and failed multiple times I began filling my mind with things I felt God would be saying to me. You can do this! You got this! Try again.! Then I thought God loves me. I felt so peaceful. For about 30 seconds my mind was full of just the name of God. GOD. JESUS. MY SAVIOR. This is rare, I have a very busy mind, and can be very easily distracted. After the peace I felt slowly left my mind I attempted one last time my pose. Success. For the first time ever, I was in a Yoga headstand. No wall to support me. Just my balance, my strength. My first 5 seconds in this position were basically ones of complete shock. The next 15 of me worrying about losing my balance and falling. Then again, peace, when I said, "GOD LOOK". I held my pose for the next 30 seconds and then tumbled.
This tumble is when it occurred to me. My practice of Yoga for me is my link to God, but also how God gives me lessons. I have failed multiple times over the last few years. Attempt after attempt to succeed at making Godly decisions followed by failure after failure. Like a head stand, life is trial and error.
I used to strive to be perfect. To be the person who never did "anything wrong". I know that in the eyes of people I appeared pretty damn perfect for a while. Perfection is much to difficult to maintain. People's opinions and views like the ever changing wind. Its about striving to do what is right. I can not judge myself based on the views of others, but based on my own attempts at living, at listening to my Jesus.
I have felt so broken lately. But , I feel as though he says to me "get up" "try again". Like any good yoga practice, making good choices, is practice. Practice, hard work, effort, and knowing that when you fail and fall, you are forgiven and can get up and try again.
Another somber poem by yours truly
I have been traveling down a darkened way
I was practicing my head stand last night. It is not an easy pose. My balance is terrible and strength often very faulty. Before I went into my pose I tried to fill my mind with just a picture of me in this pose. Nothing else. As I attempted the pose and failed multiple times I began filling my mind with things I felt God would be saying to me. You can do this! You got this! Try again.! Then I thought God loves me. I felt so peaceful. For about 30 seconds my mind was full of just the name of God. GOD. JESUS. MY SAVIOR. This is rare, I have a very busy mind, and can be very easily distracted. After the peace I felt slowly left my mind I attempted one last time my pose. Success. For the first time ever, I was in a Yoga headstand. No wall to support me. Just my balance, my strength. My first 5 seconds in this position were basically ones of complete shock. The next 15 of me worrying about losing my balance and falling. Then again, peace, when I said, "GOD LOOK". I held my pose for the next 30 seconds and then tumbled.
This tumble is when it occurred to me. My practice of Yoga for me is my link to God, but also how God gives me lessons. I have failed multiple times over the last few years. Attempt after attempt to succeed at making Godly decisions followed by failure after failure. Like a head stand, life is trial and error.
I used to strive to be perfect. To be the person who never did "anything wrong". I know that in the eyes of people I appeared pretty damn perfect for a while. Perfection is much to difficult to maintain. People's opinions and views like the ever changing wind. Its about striving to do what is right. I can not judge myself based on the views of others, but based on my own attempts at living, at listening to my Jesus.
I have felt so broken lately. But , I feel as though he says to me "get up" "try again". Like any good yoga practice, making good choices, is practice. Practice, hard work, effort, and knowing that when you fail and fall, you are forgiven and can get up and try again.
Another somber poem by yours truly
I have been traveling down a darkened way
Searching for you is not easy today
Rain seems to fall like rocks from the sky
And the brimstone is in heavy supply
The sun has called me out to play
Not much to my dismay
I have driven off course
Pulled by the power of your force
The golden sound of prayer
Brought me out of my secret lair
No one thought is clear
The heat just isn’t hot enough to sear
The golden glow of today
Won’t distract me from my way
Tomorrow I will fall back on track
Into the diversion of the radiant black
Rain seems to fall like rocks from the sky
And the brimstone is in heavy supply
The sun has called me out to play
Not much to my dismay
I have driven off course
Pulled by the power of your force
The golden sound of prayer
Brought me out of my secret lair
No one thought is clear
The heat just isn’t hot enough to sear
The golden glow of today
Won’t distract me from my way
Tomorrow I will fall back on track
Into the diversion of the radiant black
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Saturday, January 19, 2013
Personal Stagnation
Life can be crazy. Nothing truly new for me, but it feels as thought the last two years have been trial after trial. Difficult change transitioning into an even more difficult change. I really loathe self pity parties. I try to minimize my own struggles by comparing to what others have gone through. I try to motivate myself out of the lulls of sadness by stating... at least I am not a woman from before 1950, or at least I live in America, other people suffer more than I do, other people have it worse. But really what this does is minimize my own struggles. When I do this I am failing to acknowledge the things that I have overcome. When I minimize my suffering I also minimize my own strengths I have developed.
Often the thing I struggle the most often with is the ultimate feeling of loneliness. Its really silly in my eyes to let it get to me the way it does, but I feel it, and I cringe and want to run. This feeling stems from a desire to have love. It is truly where my life has been stagnant. I long to "aquire" love. I long for it the way I imagine the desert longs for water, like its a necessity. I feel as though once it becomes mine, it will "fix' all my other difficulities. Love is afterall the magical cure all, right? If when I do find it, I tell myself, I am sure to find financial stablility, friendship, passion, and a helper. Finding this cure to all that ails me, however, remains illusive. To find lasting companionship is one of the most unattainable an unreachable goals I have ever had.
I wonder why it is that I want "it" so badly. Why am I so discontent to feel alone. It is something I have felt for years. The counselor in me... tries to rationalize my feelings. Saying of course you feel this way look at event XYZ. But even before XYZ I felt it. I remember feeling the longing at a very young age. I know that part of my feelings are normal, as part of the 'human condition'. To long for something more than ourselves, is somewhat the essence of what makes us all tick. My longing, my desire, is also where I fill up my life in places to avoid.. living. Its so hard. I would rather go for a drive, sleep, read, or watch a movie. All just so I do not have to sit with loneliness.
Why is lonely so unacceptable to me. Why is longing so utterly painful. Its a question I believe can have a hundred reasons but truly the only answer is.. it must be accepted. Nothing lasts. Nothing. All that is ever guaranteed is death. This guarantee has me striving to accept, to be content. I do not know when the end is coming for me. But it is. I do not want to waste whats left of living on being discontent with what I have been given. I have been gifted loneliness. The longing for a mate. Its time I accept my position. Its time to sit with loneliness and be ok with in it. I just need to figure out how and I need to start now.
I wrote this poem not too long ago, seems fitting:
I see you now
In a sea of faces who feel unknown
Hidden from humanity,
I cry alone
Desperate to collide with another being,
Notice the waters rise,
Theres no use fleeing
Drowning slowly now,
contentment seems to fit
Unforeseen you appear having nothing to omit
Caught off guard by desire,
I fail to stay afloat
No intention or any promised note
Seemingly you are all I desire
So fond of the idea,
its all I longed to acquire
Loosing interest, you slowly start to float away
Damaged, I see you now,
stay
The pain I recognize in you makes me alert
Struggling,
now I begin to hurt
Floating to surface now, gasping
I watch you go,
my longing fading, collapsing
Alone again in this sea of faces
Waiting for one to fill these spaces
Often the thing I struggle the most often with is the ultimate feeling of loneliness. Its really silly in my eyes to let it get to me the way it does, but I feel it, and I cringe and want to run. This feeling stems from a desire to have love. It is truly where my life has been stagnant. I long to "aquire" love. I long for it the way I imagine the desert longs for water, like its a necessity. I feel as though once it becomes mine, it will "fix' all my other difficulities. Love is afterall the magical cure all, right? If when I do find it, I tell myself, I am sure to find financial stablility, friendship, passion, and a helper. Finding this cure to all that ails me, however, remains illusive. To find lasting companionship is one of the most unattainable an unreachable goals I have ever had.
I wonder why it is that I want "it" so badly. Why am I so discontent to feel alone. It is something I have felt for years. The counselor in me... tries to rationalize my feelings. Saying of course you feel this way look at event XYZ. But even before XYZ I felt it. I remember feeling the longing at a very young age. I know that part of my feelings are normal, as part of the 'human condition'. To long for something more than ourselves, is somewhat the essence of what makes us all tick. My longing, my desire, is also where I fill up my life in places to avoid.. living. Its so hard. I would rather go for a drive, sleep, read, or watch a movie. All just so I do not have to sit with loneliness.
Why is lonely so unacceptable to me. Why is longing so utterly painful. Its a question I believe can have a hundred reasons but truly the only answer is.. it must be accepted. Nothing lasts. Nothing. All that is ever guaranteed is death. This guarantee has me striving to accept, to be content. I do not know when the end is coming for me. But it is. I do not want to waste whats left of living on being discontent with what I have been given. I have been gifted loneliness. The longing for a mate. Its time I accept my position. Its time to sit with loneliness and be ok with in it. I just need to figure out how and I need to start now.
I wrote this poem not too long ago, seems fitting:
I see you now
In a sea of faces who feel unknown
Hidden from humanity,
I cry alone
Desperate to collide with another being,
Notice the waters rise,
Theres no use fleeing
Drowning slowly now,
contentment seems to fit
Unforeseen you appear having nothing to omit
Caught off guard by desire,
I fail to stay afloat
No intention or any promised note
Seemingly you are all I desire
So fond of the idea,
its all I longed to acquire
Loosing interest, you slowly start to float away
Damaged, I see you now,
stay
The pain I recognize in you makes me alert
Struggling,
now I begin to hurt
Floating to surface now, gasping
I watch you go,
my longing fading, collapsing
Alone again in this sea of faces
Waiting for one to fill these spaces
Labels:
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Monday, November 5, 2012
Self actualization and its shades of grey
Maslows hierarchy of needs; a theory created for us observers of human nature so we can attempt to understand when people do not meet their full potential. One's full potential according to Maslow is considered self actualization. This is the ability to seek self fulfillment, growth and pusure own's personal desires. It would seem from a general perspective that many americans could easily self actualize and left me wondering if I had.
According to Maslow, people cannot self actualize with out having their very basic needs met. After these are met they can continue to move up the "heirarchy", moving toward self actualization. Biolgical needs are the most basic needs. These are needs such as sleep, food, & water. The next set of needs people can move to once their basic needs are met are their needs for safety. Safety needs are things like shelter and security. Once you have met your biological and safety needs you can move to belonginingness and esteem. Belongingness which is essentially having relationships. Esteem needs which is having needs met that produce self esteem. Once all of these needs are met, this is apparenlty when self acualization can begin to occur.
I would like to say I have lived a life in pursuit of becoming more aware. I spout on about consumer awareness, animal rights, womens rights, and as a profession I help others attempt to become self aware. I teach my clients
how to look at their choices, how to consdier what it is they truly want, and then assess if their actions meet these wants. Yet I fail to do this myself. More recently I concluded, I like most people, am content in the first 2 needs. Instant gratification is so much easier. They resemble the other needs, and do not require much effort. They are easy to fill and immediately rewarding. No work required.
By meeting the 2 most basic needs I can easily convince myself, that I really have met them all. I have enough to eat. So much infact that I can have an excess of any object that I desire whenever I want. I want my pumpkin spice latte, I can go get it, afterall there are 3 starbucks with in 10 walking minutes from where I am sitting at this moment. Walking there means I am fulfilling ohter needs, getting exercise and self improvement in right? I have shelter and live in as safe as place as any. What more could I want? If I feel lonely I can always log on to facebook, or send out a text message. I feel insecure, I seek affirmation. All of this basic functioning has encourage my belief that I am meeting my belonging and esteem needs. Meeting the first 2 needs can be so primal that the last 2 needs feel as though they are being met. How do I really meet them?
I go through with what I say I am. I take my existing relationships and spend time on them. I meet my friends where they are at. I love my sisters and parents for who they are. I seek relationships that are not simply convenient or easy. But relationships that are meaningful. Meaningful equals work. I continuously encourage others to make meaningful connections, yet, I am one of the most guilty individuals I know for being content with not. In reality I am one big "talker". Its truly discouraging to figure this out about myself. But shows me, that perhaps I am ready to move beyond the first two levels. Perhaps I am ready to take the risks of moving outside of basic comfort and make some giant leaps towards real self improvement.
What in your life really matters? Is it something you would die for? Do you believe it is always something that will matter? Did it matter 10 years ago? Life is a perpetual complex of grey lately. I enjoy something temporarily and then realize wow, there is nothing about that I truly enjoyed. For example I read the books "Fifty shades of grey". The author did a fabuolous job captivating me using the ultimate factor "shock". Maybe I am old school, maybe I don't really fit into my own society, but after thinking back on what those books represented, I felt ill that I had read them all so avidly. I could not put them down. I had to turn each page and went 2 days with out sleeping just so I could read them all. In hindsight, that was really silly. The author really captured my need to be instantly gratified. I was captivated and could not look away. When what had my attention finally ceased to "exist" I was able to truly process all I had just taken in. I had just read about a man who had experienced horrifying and traumatic life experiences. These life experiences led him to live an excessive life of control. Through out the book there were explicit sex scenarios that in many ways mis-represented the capabilities of many women, and in turn enforces many stereo types. The first stereo type is "dark" men make better lovers. The other being that us women should have an easy time "getting off" as long as the man is mysteriously "bad". Another is that victimized individuals are all dark and all need to be rescued by some form of an innocent person. From the perspective of a person who works closely with individuals who have experienced traumatic life events, this books sets a very unrealistic presedence for these individuals. It sets unrealistic expectations on women, and on men.
This book is just a small example of the grey in my life. There is a vast array of things I want to do and find important. Simply put I would like to change the world, but finidng the time to participate in the activities I care about doesn't seem to exist. My free time... is after 9 at night. I work, go to school, and play mommy everyday. I feel that I am falling apart at the very seams of my soul. I feel alone... and showered in uncertainty of my future. I know what I would like, yet the grey versions of what I want surround me. Then there is the girl who has beliefs. She struggles with her human side, the side of desire.
I decided it is time for me to take some risks. I teach my clients this. Constantly. change it up, do something new, unknown and perhaps a bit uncomfortable. Something that takes effort but when done, will be ultimately rewarding. I found myself asking one of my clients, if you don't do it now, when will you? It hit me hard. If I am not going to change certain things now, when will I? Will I always put it off? will I always say.. tomorrow, I can work on that tomorrow. Tomorrow may never come because it is not guaranteed. So what I can guarentee is that I will ask myself the question I ask my clients.. if not now, when? Its time to take the risk of being uncomfortable. 3..2..1... Here I go.
According to Maslow, people cannot self actualize with out having their very basic needs met. After these are met they can continue to move up the "heirarchy", moving toward self actualization. Biolgical needs are the most basic needs. These are needs such as sleep, food, & water. The next set of needs people can move to once their basic needs are met are their needs for safety. Safety needs are things like shelter and security. Once you have met your biological and safety needs you can move to belonginingness and esteem. Belongingness which is essentially having relationships. Esteem needs which is having needs met that produce self esteem. Once all of these needs are met, this is apparenlty when self acualization can begin to occur.
I would like to say I have lived a life in pursuit of becoming more aware. I spout on about consumer awareness, animal rights, womens rights, and as a profession I help others attempt to become self aware. I teach my clients
how to look at their choices, how to consdier what it is they truly want, and then assess if their actions meet these wants. Yet I fail to do this myself. More recently I concluded, I like most people, am content in the first 2 needs. Instant gratification is so much easier. They resemble the other needs, and do not require much effort. They are easy to fill and immediately rewarding. No work required.
By meeting the 2 most basic needs I can easily convince myself, that I really have met them all. I have enough to eat. So much infact that I can have an excess of any object that I desire whenever I want. I want my pumpkin spice latte, I can go get it, afterall there are 3 starbucks with in 10 walking minutes from where I am sitting at this moment. Walking there means I am fulfilling ohter needs, getting exercise and self improvement in right? I have shelter and live in as safe as place as any. What more could I want? If I feel lonely I can always log on to facebook, or send out a text message. I feel insecure, I seek affirmation. All of this basic functioning has encourage my belief that I am meeting my belonging and esteem needs. Meeting the first 2 needs can be so primal that the last 2 needs feel as though they are being met. How do I really meet them?
I go through with what I say I am. I take my existing relationships and spend time on them. I meet my friends where they are at. I love my sisters and parents for who they are. I seek relationships that are not simply convenient or easy. But relationships that are meaningful. Meaningful equals work. I continuously encourage others to make meaningful connections, yet, I am one of the most guilty individuals I know for being content with not. In reality I am one big "talker". Its truly discouraging to figure this out about myself. But shows me, that perhaps I am ready to move beyond the first two levels. Perhaps I am ready to take the risks of moving outside of basic comfort and make some giant leaps towards real self improvement.
What in your life really matters? Is it something you would die for? Do you believe it is always something that will matter? Did it matter 10 years ago? Life is a perpetual complex of grey lately. I enjoy something temporarily and then realize wow, there is nothing about that I truly enjoyed. For example I read the books "Fifty shades of grey". The author did a fabuolous job captivating me using the ultimate factor "shock". Maybe I am old school, maybe I don't really fit into my own society, but after thinking back on what those books represented, I felt ill that I had read them all so avidly. I could not put them down. I had to turn each page and went 2 days with out sleeping just so I could read them all. In hindsight, that was really silly. The author really captured my need to be instantly gratified. I was captivated and could not look away. When what had my attention finally ceased to "exist" I was able to truly process all I had just taken in. I had just read about a man who had experienced horrifying and traumatic life experiences. These life experiences led him to live an excessive life of control. Through out the book there were explicit sex scenarios that in many ways mis-represented the capabilities of many women, and in turn enforces many stereo types. The first stereo type is "dark" men make better lovers. The other being that us women should have an easy time "getting off" as long as the man is mysteriously "bad". Another is that victimized individuals are all dark and all need to be rescued by some form of an innocent person. From the perspective of a person who works closely with individuals who have experienced traumatic life events, this books sets a very unrealistic presedence for these individuals. It sets unrealistic expectations on women, and on men.
This book is just a small example of the grey in my life. There is a vast array of things I want to do and find important. Simply put I would like to change the world, but finidng the time to participate in the activities I care about doesn't seem to exist. My free time... is after 9 at night. I work, go to school, and play mommy everyday. I feel that I am falling apart at the very seams of my soul. I feel alone... and showered in uncertainty of my future. I know what I would like, yet the grey versions of what I want surround me. Then there is the girl who has beliefs. She struggles with her human side, the side of desire.
I decided it is time for me to take some risks. I teach my clients this. Constantly. change it up, do something new, unknown and perhaps a bit uncomfortable. Something that takes effort but when done, will be ultimately rewarding. I found myself asking one of my clients, if you don't do it now, when will you? It hit me hard. If I am not going to change certain things now, when will I? Will I always put it off? will I always say.. tomorrow, I can work on that tomorrow. Tomorrow may never come because it is not guaranteed. So what I can guarentee is that I will ask myself the question I ask my clients.. if not now, when? Its time to take the risk of being uncomfortable. 3..2..1... Here I go.
Labels:
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Friday, March 23, 2012
Vernacular Matters
Many of you know that I am in school, on my way to becoming an MSW. This quarter we wrote an essay about in regards to a vision for change. This was a great assignment. Thinking of all the things I would like to change. There are so many. For me a multitude of ideas matter. For this assignment I wrote about how language mattered.
In my essay I shared the idea : It is my opinion awareness of our language and how it may be used is a capability all human beings possess. The way we speak to others and about others matters. Language can foster acceptance and trust. At the same time it can foster hate, confusion, and discrimination. Words are a very powerful tool.
Vernacular matters. It is one of my most important weapons of our time. Healing and deadly.
In the beginning of my life I was much more opinionated than I am at this time. I never cared if my opinion infringed on others. I over stepped feelings an carelessly tried to change the world around me by asserting my beliefs with out regards to the beliefs of others. I used my vernacular to make people feel small. I was talented at this. Not something I am proud of. I look back and like my belief systems, but not the way in which they were carried out.
I feel like I have lost the 'who I am' over the last decade. I have officially lost my title as 'perfect'. Not that I ever was. But I have humbled myself to a new me. One who sees her imperfections, acknowledge them, and hopes to change.I realize that everyone's life journey is different. Life teaches us all something new. I have always been some what of an outcast. The hippie of the group, the only vegetarian in my friends group, the weird one... etc. I am an aware consumer, environmentally concerned and very interested in the occupy movements. I wish I knew more people like me. I do not. Sometimes I wonder how I became 'who I am'. My newest goal is to wake up every morning trying to be the best version of myself possible. This person watches what she says to others. She is willing to take in the words and advice of others. At the same time I am allowed to be free and to be myself. The opinionated 'different' one in the group.

As I learn I feel myself growing more opinionated than I have ever been. It is hard to be in the room with someone I disagree with. Life choice, ideas, the way they speak, etc. I am challenging myself to change. I am bringing my ideas in. If they are not received or heard it does not mean that they are 'wrong'. However it also does not mean the opposing party or opinion is wrong either. Its a hard concept to grasp.
I realize that everyone's life journey is different. Life teaches us all something new. I have always been some what of an outcast. The hippy of the group, the only vegetarian in my friends group, the weird one... etc.
When I lost myself I cared so much about what others thought. I stopped being myself. I needed to be accepted. I had never really been accepted. Even though I was silent (for me) I still feel as though I am disliked by my peer systems. So therefore its not worth being silent. Finding myself means I care only about what God would think. I love others by respecting who they are and not forcing the who I am upon them.
I am allowed to use my words to challenge and to accept. I pray that God use me. That God wakes me from were I have been. That I can become the woman I know he created. The one has so much compassion for everything it makes her appear crazy. I pray that I can accept who I am and stop trying so hard to change that. Its OK for people to not like me. Its not about me anyways, its about changing the world for the benefit of others and not myself.
In my essay I shared the idea : It is my opinion awareness of our language and how it may be used is a capability all human beings possess. The way we speak to others and about others matters. Language can foster acceptance and trust. At the same time it can foster hate, confusion, and discrimination. Words are a very powerful tool.
Vernacular matters. It is one of my most important weapons of our time. Healing and deadly.
In the beginning of my life I was much more opinionated than I am at this time. I never cared if my opinion infringed on others. I over stepped feelings an carelessly tried to change the world around me by asserting my beliefs with out regards to the beliefs of others. I used my vernacular to make people feel small. I was talented at this. Not something I am proud of. I look back and like my belief systems, but not the way in which they were carried out.
I feel like I have lost the 'who I am' over the last decade. I have officially lost my title as 'perfect'. Not that I ever was. But I have humbled myself to a new me. One who sees her imperfections, acknowledge them, and hopes to change.I realize that everyone's life journey is different. Life teaches us all something new. I have always been some what of an outcast. The hippie of the group, the only vegetarian in my friends group, the weird one... etc. I am an aware consumer, environmentally concerned and very interested in the occupy movements. I wish I knew more people like me. I do not. Sometimes I wonder how I became 'who I am'. My newest goal is to wake up every morning trying to be the best version of myself possible. This person watches what she says to others. She is willing to take in the words and advice of others. At the same time I am allowed to be free and to be myself. The opinionated 'different' one in the group.
As I learn I feel myself growing more opinionated than I have ever been. It is hard to be in the room with someone I disagree with. Life choice, ideas, the way they speak, etc. I am challenging myself to change. I am bringing my ideas in. If they are not received or heard it does not mean that they are 'wrong'. However it also does not mean the opposing party or opinion is wrong either. Its a hard concept to grasp.
I realize that everyone's life journey is different. Life teaches us all something new. I have always been some what of an outcast. The hippy of the group, the only vegetarian in my friends group, the weird one... etc.
When I lost myself I cared so much about what others thought. I stopped being myself. I needed to be accepted. I had never really been accepted. Even though I was silent (for me) I still feel as though I am disliked by my peer systems. So therefore its not worth being silent. Finding myself means I care only about what God would think. I love others by respecting who they are and not forcing the who I am upon them.
I am allowed to use my words to challenge and to accept. I pray that God use me. That God wakes me from were I have been. That I can become the woman I know he created. The one has so much compassion for everything it makes her appear crazy. I pray that I can accept who I am and stop trying so hard to change that. Its OK for people to not like me. Its not about me anyways, its about changing the world for the benefit of others and not myself.
Labels:
acceptance,
God,
life,
venacular,
words
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