The one where she talks about fear.

When I think of the concept of fear, it feels a bit of a misnomer in my life. As someone who has dealt with anxiety the better part of adulthood, fear has felt like a familiar voice, lingering in the recesses of my brain in the form of overthinking and worry about the unknown. As a person who tends to be more driven by emotion, that means I have given far too much merit to my thoughts and feelings, ergo my fears.

A few years ago when Dave passed, my anxiety hit its peak and I knew I needed to take care of my mental health as much as my physical self. As I have taken the time to peel back the layers the past few years, digging through the murky sense of self that I couldn’t quite define, I have come to realize that a lot of who I am has been built by my thoughts and feelings and not on what I’ve known to be there the whole time. My sense of self has been built more on feelings and not always on what I know to be true, what feels right and what feels best for me.

Until recently, I hadn’t realized just how much my decisions – or lack thereof – I have struggled with not because of lack of belief in myself, but because of the constant thought loop in my brain that gets stuck in the familiar, the voice of what I had assumed was reason telling me to stay where it feels safe. It turns out, the voice I had rationalized as reason was a fear that if I were to listen to what I truly want, that it wouldn’t go the way I’d hoped it would. Or it would be harder than I had anticipated. While both thoughts may be true, because of the constant thought loop in my brain, those thoughts turned into irrational fears that have kept me from moving forward.

This summer I picked up doing regular yoga again. What I love about yoga is that it takes you back to yourself; you learn the art of mindfulness, of letting go of your thoughts, of returning to the breath. You learn how to listen, to be still and present in the moment, and how to trust in what you know rather than in the thought loop in your brain.

As I have continued to practice this art (because yoga and mindfulness truly are an art), I have become more fully aware of what I know to be true, what feels right and what feels best for me. My practice and my prayers have kept me grounded on days where I feel like my thoughts have wandered into places of overthinking. As I sit on the cusp of making some life changes, it’s easy to question what lies ahead. It’s easy to ask myself if this is what I really want because I know it’s going to be challenging.

Here’s the thing. Life is hard and I’ve endured a lot. I could choose to stay in survival mode and in this place where my life feels somewhat safe and relatively easy. That isn’t inherently wrong. But I know deep down that in doing so I would be denying a part of myself that I have uncovered, a part of myself that knows I am made for more. I know that some things in life are worth the risk because the reward will be even greater.

Listening to yourself is an ongoing process. It’s a conversation between yourself, your heart and God. For too long, I have invited too many people into the conversation rather than trusting in what I know to be true. Because somehow I have convinced myself that I need permission to go and do the things I want rather than just doing them. Now don’t get me wrong, getting feedback from others is invaluable, but when you trust that or feel the need to answer to that over what you know what is best, then it becomes a loss of self, a letting go of your boundaries for the sake of pleasing those around you.

So here I am, several layers into this onion of my new sense of self. I’ve shed some tears along the way because of the potency of losing ideas I thought mattered, but really were not what I wanted for myself. In yoga, they call this letting go of what is no longer serving you.

As I look ahead to the next few weeks, months and years, I know that I have some challenges, but they are filled with excitement and anticipation. I’m not ready to share the details yet, but soon my recent posts on change will begin to make sense. God makes beauty from ashes and soon enough he will take what I’ve been through, and I will be able to give back to and make a difference for others. My journey is far from complete, and God and his grace are with me every step of the way.

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2022: New Year, New Hope.

Like just about everyone this time of year, I find myself reflecting on the past 12 months—everything I have been through, have learned and see myself hoping to work on in the new year.

I’ve never been big on New Year’s resolutions; I find them to be glorified versions of personal goals (or maybe that’s just me). The trend in more recent years has been finding a “word of the year” that sets an intention. This could be a word that helps you stay focused on the person you want to be, or a quality, truth or hope you wish to hold onto.

I’ve tried both resolutions and words of the year and while in theory they have been helpful, I find myself quickly getting back into the routines and busyness of everyday life and quickly forgetting any sort of intentions (or resolutions) I’ve set for myself.

If I’m honest, I know that goals are helpful for me to stay focused and give me a sense of purpose when I otherwise sometimes feel a lack of control. While I am not setting out to name resolutions for myself this coming year, there are a handful of things that I want to do more of, and some things that I am realizing I want to do less of. In shedding the things that do not serve me, I am hoping to make fewer excuses for not doing the things that give me a greater sense of joy and purpose.  Let’s call them goals of what I want to do and not do.

2022 Goals

1. Less scrolling. I find myself doing way too much mindless scrolling on my phone, namely on social media, sinking into the rabbit hole that is the internet. When I am really up for wasting my energy, I click into the comments section of a news article. Most of this mindless scrolling leaves me feeling like I have wasted my time and energy on things that really serve me little purpose. I am considering removing social media apps from my phone temporarily to help me stay more focused on the present and less on things that don’t matter.

Don’t get me wrong, I love seeing updates on what my friends are up to, especially those I don’t see very often, but I know I need to be better at picking up the phone or texting when I’m thinking about someone, even if it requires more emotional energy than scrolling. (Side note: If I haven’t called or texted you…sometimes it requires more emotional bandwidth than I am up for…forgive me if it takes me a while to pick up the phone for a long conversation. I love talking, but at the end of the day I have little energy for more than reading a good book or writing a blog post. 😊)

2.  Less justifying. Sometimes I feel the need to justify my reasons for saying no to something or overexplain myself for decisions I make. I am realizing that I am allowed to set boundaries and name what I need without feeling like I have to overshare. I am allowed to give myself grace and space.

3. Less guilt. Oof this is hard. Author Nedra Tawwab says you can’t set boundaries without feeling some sense of guilt, but ultimately you need to focus on not disappointing yourself and your needs. As selfish as I know this sounds, I know that I need to take care of myself. It’s like the whole oxygen mask on the airplane thing. To be the best mom, friend, employee, family member, etc. that I can be, I need to make sure that my needs are met and my tank is full without feeling guilty. I need to make the best decisions for me and my girls without feeling guilty. I need to create space for the things I love and enjoy without feeling guilty.

Somehow I make too many excuses or don’t make enough time for things I enjoy, which I hope to change in 2022. There are several things I want to do more of.

1. More yoga. I fell in love with yoga a few years ago, pre-pandemic before everyone became obsessed with at-home yoga sensation Yoga with Adriene. I have fallen out of the habit this past year, but yoga has been something that has kept me grounded, and it has allowed me to take care of my body when it carries so much stress. I’ve signed up for the next 30 day yoga journey, and while I don’t typically finish these in 30 days straight, I tend to stick with them. Yoga has helped me mind, body and soul.

2. More reading. I love to read, both fiction and nonfiction. During the 2020 year of Covid that felt like the longest year of my life, I probably read close to 50 books after a long hiatus of reading for fun. Since downloading the Libby app on my phone and having library books at my fingertips I have been reading so much more. I look to continue my reading habit next year but want to do more reading of physical books too, and not just on my phone.

3. More sleep. Ugh, this is probably my worst habit. Worse than biting my fingernails. I stay up way too late most nights. As a single parent of young kids, I definitely am lacking on time for myself. I try to make up for it by staying up far too late after the girls are in bed, crossing things off my to-do list and then trying to squeeze in plenty of wind down time prior to lights out. I know that I function at my best and am much more pleasant to be around when I have more sleep. I’m happier, less likely to say something stupid, and amazingly more patient with my children. Win, win, win. I know I need to make sleep a priority, it’s just a matter of following through and making it happen.

4. More writing. The lizard in my brain tells me that no one really wants to read what I have to say, that my writing doesn’t serve much purpose other than to get the thoughts out of my head and onto paper (or computer). I know deep down that this isn’t totally true, but I make excuses for not writing more. Confession time: A few months ago I started a book. I abandoned ship after one writing. I’ve gotten approximately two paragraphs written. I’m hoping to come back to it next year and dedicate a whole lot more of my time to writing it.

5. More time with friends IRL. For those who don’t know the lingo the kids are saying these days, IRL = In Real Life. The combination of being thrust into single parenthood in the midst of a global pandemic has put a huge damper on my personal life. I need to get over feeling guilty asking people to watch my kids so I can have one. There is no substitute for in person conversations, hugs, prayers and quality time.

I’ve set some what I feel to be attainable goals for myself next year that allow me to focus more on who I want to be. It’s been a year (ok let’s be honest, two years) and I’m hopeful that the next year will be one of challenges, growth and joy. I am grateful for my girls, my tribe, and a community that has supported me through this journey called life. God has given me more than I could ask for or imagine, even with all of the challenges and curveballs. It is by grace that I continue to find joy and hope in what’s to come.

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