
Each day I contemplate my blogging challenge for 2020 - "I AM." Each day the language that follows it changes. My mood changes, my energy ebbs and flows, my focus and my mantras change. But here's what remains constant...
I AM - in so many ways - uniquely and spectacularly, ME.
My 2020 challenge comes from the following:
“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
― The Bell JarNot many of us have read much of Plath's work (or maybe you have - I'd love to hear more!), but this story is not all sunshine and rainbows. It's a story of mental health issues, relationships gone wrong, fear, shame, and tragedy. And most of all, hidden somewhere in the chaos ... hope. At the funeral of a friend who died by suicide, she whispers the above line. Deep in her heart, she knows who she is - the words I am, I am, I am beat like her heart. But no one else seems to know her (by her own choice). She is the product of her life experiences, and there's no making it all go away.
Sheesh. That's depressing, isn't it? No. And I'll tell you why...
We are all shaped by our experiences and similarly SHAPE OUR REACTIONS to those experiences. We have choices, even though sometimes it feels like we don't. We can choose hope over despair, love over hate, acceptance over judgment, and tenacity instead of quitting. We can ask for help instead of going it alone, we can find joy and gratitude instead of misery and resentment.
No matter what I'm facing, the time of my life, my job, where I live, who I love, I am ME. Unique and wonderful, deserving of love and respect, capable of so much, imperfect and wonderful in my own way.
And sometimes that's hard to remember. Sometimes we have to step back, sit still, and breathe to get back to it. Sometimes we have to talk to someone else, maybe a friend, family member or professional. Sometimes we have to whisper in time with our heart beat, "I am, I am, I am."
It's easy to judge ourselves against others, it's part of society! Class rank, titles at work, stats posted at the gym (splat points?!), race results, salaries, the size of your house, keeping up with the damn Joneses. But does any of that truly serve you?
I regurgitate the old quote by Theodore Roosevelt "Comparison is the thief of Joy." often - which, coming from a fiercely competitive person (especially in my school days), feels counter intuitive. But as I've gotten older, I've come to realize that comparing myself to others often leads to shame, resentment, or excessive pride - none of which serve me long term. Even comparing myself to myself of the past is tricky business. So much is different and beyond my control. Does comparison drive me to be my best, or use shame and guilt to push me forward in an endeavor that doesn't bring me joy or kills the joy I once had?
Having goals, setting benchmarks, and working towards personal bests are all wonderful endeavors! But these tools, for me, need to be independent of comparison, shame and guilt. Accepting myself, loving myself where I am, for who I am is so much more important.
Y'all. I want to be good at what I do. I want to be fit. I want to be stronger. I want to love and be loved. But most of all... I want to be ME.
I hope that today, and every day, you can connect with all the ways that you are uniquely YOU.
Just a few more days in my 31 Days of The Daily Minute - you can check them out HERE.
Until next time...
Ciao for now!
<3 Jen
