by Hannah Saunders
New years are wonderful. A clean page to draw and color your life on, a new canvas you get to paint anything you want on, a chance for change that you couldn’t get the grip of in 2017.
The difficulty is that life doesn’t always pan out the way we want it to. You might say “In 2018, I want to be stronger and happier”. No matter how hard you try you will stumble upon days during this year that you’re a little tearful or perhaps can’t get out of bed or socialize. People often beat themselves up, they feel as if they’ve failed because they couldn’t stick to a new years resolution. It’s not a failure, it’s being human. Don’t get me wrong, goals and ambitions are a necessity to keep yourself motivated, to gain that sense of accomplishment, something else to tick off. However, failure is a part of being human, our emotions and feelings fluctuate on a daily basis and effect the way we think and what we do - it’s normal.
2018. What if you simply devoted this year to loving yourself more? Find your fire and run with it. Why don’t you live more spontaneously, live in the moment. Anxiety always finds its way into my life when I fail a goal I set or haven’t planned my life to the minute. We all tend to put deadlines and timelines on our accomplishments, failures and self-healing. Stop doing that. Just be. We’re all going through this process called life and we’re processing at different rates. Just lend yourself a bit of the patience and love you so freely lend to others, because chances are you really need it. Give yourself more time to heal from the hurt that consumed you last year or the year before. Self-healing doesn’t happen overnight: it may take a few days or even take a few years - it sucks, I know.
Half way through the first month of 2018 you might have a few New Years resolutions or you might not. Allow yourself to make mistakes and fail (sounds ridiculous), but we grow and learn through turmoil. This year take some more time for yourself. Do more for yourself and what makes you feel more alive. This is your year. Just be.
A few years ago, I received a sort of hate letter from someone I thought to be a dear friend.
It really, really hurt. And I still seek truth over the lies that were written. Over the angrily, sprawled out red letters that detailed where I had got it wrong. How I was a burden. How they couldn't handle me.
I still get nervous and have a moment of anxiety when I see a note written for me. It just goes to show how much impact experiences and events have on us. And how important it is - to really question what you are living into. What you are believing.
In recent years, having fall in love with the written word and now having discovered how much its been a part of me since I was a kid, having people affirm it in me. Speak truth over me. Call out the greatness and potential in me while still believing I am worthy as I am. It is a sort of healing, a transformation.
A way to turn something that hurt into something good.
It makes me realise how we can create life or death with our words. How we can be mean, cynical and lazy with our words. And how we can be kind, affirming and creative with our words.
People are desperately, fighting and wrestling with lies that have been spoken over them. Lies create death. Truth sets you free.
We use words all the time. Face to face, email, texts, social media, over the phone. All the time.
The fastest, best way to create transformation is to seek truth. To not only root out the weeds (lies) but to plant flowers (truth, beauty) in their place.
Calling out someones potential, affirming them in who they are and what they are good at is something that makes them want to be even better. Call someone kind, and they become more so. Call someone courageous and they live into that. It sounds like manipulation, and we do not like manipulation. But its the best kind. Affirming someone and laying down our cynicism is one of the best ways to create change. To call someone up to be the best version of themselves.
Actions are important. I get that. I to believe that words are empty if not followed by action. If someone says they'll be there for you - it only holds up if that comes true. If they show with action their love, their promise.
Its become quite cute to say 'I'm here for you'. I often wonder what it would do if we actually meant it. If we showed up for ourselves, if we showed up for people. I think we might just change the narrative.
Surprised, to say the least.
I was believing another story.
Scared of what they would think.
But the words came out of my mouth, quite slowly and with a little bit of fear - 'I have started going to a therapist'.
The look on their face was not one that made me cringe or want to hide, the look they gave me was one of compassion, relief and empathy. They gave me a look that said I am so glad / Good for you / I am so proud of you.
It was one of those rare times where you feel seen and known and cared about to the very core of your being.
I wanted to forever imprint that memory onto my heart.
One of the most vulnerable things you can do is to say you're not okay. To ask for help. To tell someone how you are doing.
I went to a counsellor for a few years in high school after my dads accident and didn't really give two cents about what people thought about it. I wanted to get help. I wanted to heal. The gift of being able to pour out my heart, my ugliness, my doubt, my scary thoughts or my wrestle with faith after losing someone was one of the best things I've ever received.
This time feels a little different. There's this thought that comes up that says - 'You should be over this by now. Its been X many months, years, whatever. Why are you not over it?'
And these past few weeks, particularly this last week - I have had so many people approach me, thank me and love me. They've told me stories of their struggles, they've called me or messaged me or stopped me in the middle of an ordinary day and said thank you. There have also been people that have loved me, that have not run away but actually leaned in closer. And those people are a gift.
Two things for you today.
1. Hold onto those moments where it feels that Heaven has just collided into earth, they are rare and a gift. When hard times come, when trials feel like all you are facing right now. REMEMBER that time that someone hugged you when you needed it. When you felt someone understood exactly what you were trying to say. When you felt loved and cared for. When someone appreciated you and your impact in the world.
They are few and far between. In the hard times, is when we most need to hold onto those gifts. Write them down. Hold them close. And when you feel that you are alone and the only one struggling, call to mind a recent time where you felt you saw the face of God in a friend or a stranger. Hug that beauty tightly.
2. Ask for help. Let people in. BE vulnerable, get small, ask for prayer or a hug. Do not be afraid to say how you are really doing. Do this with safe people.
It doesn't happen everyday, so I cherish it when it does but I have had a few people in the last few months tell me how thankful they are for my vulnerability, I have seen people who are more able to be vulnerable because they have felt safe with me or they have seen my healing because of my openness. Nothing you ever do goes to waste, and sometimes you never see what comes out of it.
Sometimes it takes years to see if your kindness actually did anything for someone, but it is always always always worth it. Every single thing you do and word you say matters. Even if it seems that no one sees, or that it doesn't make a dent. I promise you this, it matters. It matters so much.
So ask for help, and see how many other people pop out of the woodworks needing help to. See how loved you actually are. Because you are, far more than you could grasp. Healing happens when its put into the light. Shame cannot exist in the light.
You're not enough.
You're too much.
These two evil 'friends' of ours that often come and taunt and tease and wrestle with each other, about which one it is this time.
Why did you say that? Why aren't you more interesting? Why do you always have to make things so deep? Why can't you just laugh and have fun?
Why did you have to bring that up? Why did you ask such a personal question? Why did you share about your dad agaiiiiin? Why did you tell them you were struggling with anxiety and in counselling?
You're too broken. And you're not interesting. What would they want in you? Why do you stick around?
Look at how well-liked they are, how loved they are, how good they are at this and how passionate they are about that.
These are just a few of the questions and thoughts that have been rattling around in my mind since a conversation with a friend of mine.
It seems the worst when you have those thoughts when its someone you care about. Someone you respect and admire, someone who makes you want to be a better person just because of their sheer joy, their zest for life and their confidence.
It was a great conversation, and there was no reason or any indication that my friend was not having as good a time as I was. We are two broken people spending time together talking and laughing and going deep and resurfacing light. It was good. And needed.
And after we said goodbye and went our separate ways, some new thoughts came up - I wonder if they ever have those thoughts? I wonder if they maybe are thinking a few of those thoughts after just having been with me?
As quick as those thoughts came, I brushed them away. Because I mean they're way more interesting and confident - of course they aren't thinking that.
See what I mean?
Maybe you don't struggle with those kinds of thoughts. Especially if you know its someone who cares about you. Who wanted to meet up with you to connect. Who asks how they can pray for you. And who genuinely has an interest in your life, in who you are and who you're becoming.
But I am guessing thats not the case. For most of us at least.
We all battle with those thoughts. Again and again and again.
Each time we must say no, we stand firm in what we know is truth.
That you are worthy and loved. That you are just as interesting in your own right. That you have fought hard and long to unravel layers to get to your truest, most courageous self. That you have a smile that lights up a space and facial expressions that make even the saddest person want to laugh.
That you are your own person on your own journey.
I used to fight so hard, I used to wrangle them to the ground and say NO, this is not me, this is not true, it is not pure or lovely or noble.
I am not thinking about such things.
But that often left me exhausted and bruised and tired.
So I try observing my thoughts instead, I try observing my feelings to. They are not absolute truth but they lead us to the root, to the part of us that is believing a lie. They are triggers that help us cover ourselves with truth again.
I also ask this question -
'Do I want this to become a part of me?'
Your thoughts affect you. Mentally, emotionally, physiologically. I could go on and on. But the point is what we think, becomes what we do and becomes who we are. If I think to myself often enough that I am not as interesting or as vibrant as someone else - that quickly becomes my reality.
I used to be quite accident-prone, nothing serious but I often had a bruise, or a scrape down my leg. I made a decision to no longer label myself like that. It used to be cute. In hindsight it was silly.
However, we to truly embrace who we are - we must accept who we were to.
The more I called myself something, they more I became it. If I constantly thought I wasn't good at something, it became truth. If I called myself too sensitive - I began to unhealthily identify myself as that. I am sensitive, I am a deep feeling person but thats not all I am. Thats not the truest thing about me.
What is it that you're believing? What lie keeps resurfacing? The lie that comes no matter how hard you fight? What are you believing? What are you living into?
If you know me well - you know I struggle and have struggled with direction for a very long time. It is still something I get quite embarrassed about, I'm in my 20's and I get lost. I often forget where the car is parked or where a particular shop is in a mall.
Different corners and places look the same to me, they get all jumbled up. You could almost say I'm dyslexic with places. I don't know. That's probably not a thing. But you get the idea?
We live into what we think about ourselves, what we think about others, what we think of the past, present and future. And I would argue the most important - what we think about God. All of these shape us into the people we are.
You are interesting. You are worthy. You are the 'man' or the 'woman'. You have flaws, you have strengths, you have gifts and you can make something beautiful with your life, everyday.
You don't have to prove yourself. Just relax into who you are. Don't worry about who you're not.
We are all broken. We're all a little weary and messy and confused at times.
But we're journeying together. And its quite a maze, but its beautiful and holy and right. And we get to call each other to the truth every single day.
More beauty, more truth, more grace, more love. More standing up for what is right.
More of that.
I hear the rushing
of your wings
not afraid of
to breathe like
you have magic
in your spirit
because you are
and you are
of inspired dust
in this universe
this 'one sentence' work of
the earth is just
you live and believe
as if you and him
and her and us
are all just pure fairy dust
walking each other home
Often, when you feel resistance towards something - its even more important that you do it. When you feel resistance is when something can be changed, something can be shifted. If you're feeling the resistance, there is a good chance its something you need to do, you must do.
If it requires all of you, it is hard but so worth it.
I often think in terms of past, present and future self. I am loving myself well when I can do something hard now knowing that I am setting my future self up for a win. Be it moving your body or telling a friend the truth, you will never regret doing the difficult but needed thing.
Going after what you want, being the best version of you is not a piece of cake. It is an incredibly difficult feat. It's easy to set goals but not to follow them through. You must daily, daily choose to do the best you can. Its easy to 'follow the crowd', to complain, to not tell the truth, to manipulate.
But you have dreams and plans and goals and they will not magically land in your lap. Anything worth doing requires work and discipline. We must be willing to put it in.
And rest to, thats just as hard. To slow down, to be quiet, to pay attention to what is going on underneath.
We often think we need to harden up against life, we need to get tough and strong and fearless.
I no longer think this is the case, I think the best solution, (the harder one) is to release, to surrender, to let go, to soften. I think the bravest choice is to get small and vulnerable, to actually ask for help.
When we ask for help, we are reminded of our humanity, our need for community. We cannot do this thing alone. We are in this together, and too often we get hurt when we fail to recognise this.
I, on a regular basis - embarrass myself, put myself out there and make myself vulnerable and it doesn't always go well. But I always have this to hold on to - if I just help one person through 'putting myself out there' that will be enough.
There is enough for all of us. Love multiplies, it doesn't work like finite things do, where there is a limited number and once its all gone, its all gone. NO more. Sorry, try again tomorrow.
My brother and I equally adored each other and fought with each other when we were little. (Still do most days, but hey there has been some maturing ;) ) We were really good sharers, particularly with food. I have a memory of us sitting down on the lounge room floor splitting a smarties box. One for you, one for me, and so we would choose on our turn until the box was empty. We'd be happy and satisfied that we each had an equal amount (and if there was an odd one - mum would get it)
My point? Life doesn't work like that with love, with trust, with belonging. Most of the time it actually multiplies, I can't hog love - I can give you love out of the overflow I've been given. It doesn't work like a box of smarties. One for you, one for me and on and on. We cannot measure the most important things in life.
They require attention, evaluation and effort.
And at the end of the day, those things are always worth it.
This is written according to my musings and experience - in no way I am trying to attack or offend; only to give a perspective and provoke some thinking about this subject.
You want to kick and scream don't you?
But you've been told that little girls should nod and keep their lips sealed.
They should only speak when spoken to.
They should only try be the best 'whatever' for a girl, they shouldn't want to be better than the boys to.
They should laugh when boys will be boys. Little girls shouldn't feel ashamed when a boy spies on her in the shower or 'accidentally' sees up her skirt.
If they kick your chair - tell them to quit it. Loudly and with confidence.
Hah. Speak up little one. Do not nod your head and tolerate it.
You do hit, run and kick like a girl - because you are one and they can't help but be jealous of the way your eyes sparkle when you've been beaten down and choose to get back up again.
There will be good guys in your life. I repeat: there will be good guys in your life. They'll make you get out of the house when you don't want to. They'll ask you how you're doing hours, weeks and years after dads death. They'll hold you close and they'll be with you and sit with you - they'll help you find your laugh again.
They'll tease you, and challenge you. They'll be there for you. You'll be so thankful for them. It will seem like you never even met a jerk. But you did - and they are still around. They just don't bother you like they used to.
hey eyelashes and toes, fingertips and funny bone, hey hair on my head and back of my neck.
I haven't felt at home very often. I've always felt quite out of place. And I'm beginning to enjoy calling you home. I feel like we're starting to get along. We are starting to love each other. To enjoy the gift of being intricately woven as we are.
We can feel so detached? Can we not? We run and go and stop and hurry and stop and go again.
Then we stop, we cease, we begin to rest and we feel heart beating louder, louder saying "I am here, I am here. Please remember me."
When we stop, we feel tired joints and achy limbs. We feel our souls sighing and our heart beating - oh so fast.
mind affects body.
We get sick, we feel sad, we feel lost. Often it is body telling us to listen... to me.
Often body is just used as a means to get places, to do stuff.
I once heard it said so poetically: that without body - there is no touch. No hugs, no tears, no hands grasped around a table to give thanks for nourishment to our very bones and blood.
Here we are - having to face what we have been given. Make peace with body, your body. The one you've been gifted.
I know - I can almost hear you thinking.
"Easier said than done."
And I agree. It is easier to say something and not actually believe it - not actually live as if it were true.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Practice. Practice until you get it, and then practice some more - because this is a lifetime. You will not be perfect with loving body today, you will not be perfect with loving the life you were given tomorrow.
You've been given these days. To enjoy, to delight, to find hope flowing through suffering. Most of all to be of service to friends and foes, to those you love and those whom you haven't yet come to love.
This, this beautiful thing pull it out of the overflow of your heart, of what you've been given. Keep your heart soft. It is much easier to discard it - to throw away your imagination, your feelings and emotions but I want to suggest a better way.
A way that you pay attention to doubt, you let fear say what he thinks - but then (and this is important) - you take a deep breath, you seek truth and you go on your way.