If not me, then who?

If I will not go the extra mile, how will I reach my destination?

If I am not willing to forgive and forget, why should anyone else be willing to do so?

If I am not willing to be the bigger person, how can I expect someone else to step up?

If I am not willing to challenge to status quo, how will change occur?

If I am not willing to be vulnerable, how will anyone else open up?

If I am not willing to expect more than mediocrity, who will raise the bar?

If I won’t go out on a limb, why would anyone else want to risk it?

If I am not willing to take a chance, how will I know the difference one person can make?

If I am too afraid to reach out, to say hello, to smile, how will we connect?

If I am not willing to stand up for what I believe in, how will revolution begin?

If I am not willing to take responsibility for myself, how can I expect others to be held accountable for their actions?

If I will not claim my own power, how can I blame another for taking it away?

If not me, then who?

If not you, then who?

"Be the change you want to see in the world." Ghandi

Sowing the Seeds of Love

I was recently having dinner with some of my closest peeps.  Over the course of our discussion, we started to talk badly about some people that we know.  Not people we would have chosen to come into our lives, necessarily, but who are part of our stories nevertheless.  After a few minutes, I suggested that we change the subject to something else, and we moved right along.

On my drive home, it really began to bother me.  If I am truly going to live a life of love, that means extending grace and mercy in unlimited quantities, especially to those that I might think deserve it “least”.  And let’s be honest, these people are no more flawed than me, but perhaps their flaws are just more obvious.  It’s far too easy to pick apart someone who very clearly doesn’t have it all  together.   Our thoughts, our words, our beliefs…we send these out into the world, and they are woven in with your thoughts, words and beliefs, as well as everyone else’s thoughts, words and beliefs, to collectively create the fabric of our world.  Do I really want to add more nastiness, negativity or hate?  Do I want to diminish love, or do I want to increase it??  Of course, I want to do the latter.  But it’s not enough to say I want to do it; I must live it.  So I must consciously watch my words, control my thoughts, and ultimately, guard my heart, because my words are a reflection of my heart.

What’s your heart condition?  Are you building others up or tearing them down?  Are you making the world a brighter, more loving place, or are you contributing to the darkness?

Lord, let me be a beacon of love in this sometimes cold, cruel world.  Let me speak words of encouragement rather than judgment.  Let me spend less time talking about living a life of love, and more time showing love through my actions.

The Sweetness of Freedom

“Smeagol is freeeeeee!!”  That’s a line from [arguably] the greatest book/movie trilogy of all-time, The Lord of the Rings.  The cursed creature Smeagol realizes that he is finally free from his menacing alter-ego Gollum, and he expresses his freedom exuberantly.  How did he obtain such freedom? you may be wondering.  It’s simple: he made a choice.

In the very same way as Smeagol, we either choose to be free, or we choose to be prisoners.  Many of us choose to be prisoners.  I chose to be a prisoner of my own making for years.  I was “trapped” by my job, my finances, or whatever other circumstances made for a convenient excuse not to take responsibility for my own happiness.

I’m not sure why so many of us make this choice.  Maybe it is easier.  Maybe we don’t realize how powerful we really are.  Maybe we would rather be a victim than a victor.

If you’re a Christ-follower, then you know, and probably wholeheartedly believe, that Jesus died for our freedom.  I believed that in theory, but yet I wasn’t able to live it for several years.  If I was free, why did I still feel so miserable?  What was I doing wrong?

It was all about my decisions.

When I made the decision to take responsibility for my own happiness, I became free.  When I started making healthy lifestyle choices, I became free.  When I gave myself permission to make mistakes, to be wrong, to fail – in other words, to be human – I became free.  When I made the choice to forgive myself and others for past hurts and disappointments, I became free.  It really was that simple.

I know, this is a process, and it’s not a one-time decision.  (Unfortunately for Smeagol, he was not able to maintain his positive choice, and eventually the dark side claimed him.)  The choice to be free has to be made on a regular basis, just like eating wholesome food.  If I decide to eat pizza and ice cream for dinner every night, eventually I will feel bad, look bad, have less energy, gain weight, and host of other bad things.  Similarly, if I choose to focus on the negative, look for the bad in others, allow stress on the job to get the best of me, repress my feelings and so on, eventually I will feel bad, look bad, have less energy, gain weight and a host of other bad things.  Crap in, crap out.  Positivity in, positivity out.

To help free yourself from yourself (smile), I suggest the following action steps:

1. Pay attention to your self-talk.  Become aware of how often you say negative things to yourself, and work persistently to change negative to positive.  (This same principle applies in your dealings with others.)  Appreciate the things and people your have in your life, however little it may seem at the time.
2. Feed your mind with positive, encouraging words.  There is a wealth of information available at your local bookstore or library, as well as on the web.  Here are a couple of my online faves, but there are many, many out there – find one or two that resonate with you and read them regularly.  Subscribe to email updates when you can – a dose of positivity will show up without your having to even think about it!
1. www.values.com – sign up for their inspirational quote of the day
2. http://www.thepowerofawareness.com/ – my spiritual mentor Laina Orlando
3. Take care of you.  This is the most basic advice, but it is 100% correct 100% of the time: eat better, exercise as often as possible, get enough sleep.  Listen to your body: if you’re tired, turn down whatever pressing item is on your agenda and rest.  If you’re hungry, eat some whole, healthy food.  (Tip: if it comes in a box, it’s probably neither whole nor healthy.  Try to eat foods in their most natural form as often as possible.)  Drink more water.  You really don’t need me to tell you this.
4. Develop a support network.  If you do not have many friends or family nearby, find a church in which you feel most at home or look for groups such as Celebrate Recovery (www.celebraterecovery.com - It’s much more than a substance abuse program.)
5. Get it off your chest.  If you cannot or do not want to talk to others about what’s on your mind, start a journal (or a blog!).  Not only will this give voice to your feelings, I have found that it also gives me clarity of mind.  I had resisted journaling for years – heck, even now I don’t do it regularly – but I was truly amazed at how helpful it is.  You can burn the journals when they’re full if you want, or you can keep them to reflect on how far you’ve come.  Whatever you need to do – just get those feelings out!
6. Surround yourself with happy, positive people as much as possible.  Do what you can to avoid time with negative people.  They will suck the life and happiness out of most anybody!

I could go on and on about this subject because I believe in it so completely.  I was a prisoner for many years.  Now that I know with every fiber of my being that I do not have to live that way again.  I encourage you to make the same choice I did.  Free yourself.  Live in the now…don’t be held prisoner to a past that you cannot recreate or change, to a future you fear, to the worries and “what if’s”, the opinions of others, the job you hate…whatever it is that is keeping you in bondage.  Choose freedom.

I hope you’ll make this choice today, and join me in triumphantly and joyously declaring, “I am freeeeeee!!”

Forecast: Cloudy with a chance for growth

The weather outside today looks like I feel: gray, cloudy, sad.  I’m having a hard time dealing with the break-up.  In fact, I haven’t felt this depressed in quite a long time.  Anyone who has ever felt deep sadness knows the symptoms: lack of interest in activity, sleeping a lot, withdrawal.  I’ve come too far to let this do me in, but still, it’s hard not to want to revert back to the old habits…the desire to comfort myself with food, bottle my feelings up instead of acknowledging them, or overindulge in destructive habits such as shopping, drinking, eating. 

Thankfully, I am stronger than I used to be, and too unwilling to go back to that dark place.  I know I need some time to heal, and though I will allow myself a bowl of ice cream for lunch today, I won’t allow that to become the norm.  I won’t repress my feelings and cover them up with unhealthy living.  I won’t go out, get drunk and act like my life is all wonderful and great today when I’m really hurting on the inside.

I remind myself that, though my relationship with Chris brought me a lot of happiness, it was not the source of my happiness, not my reason for living.  God is my source, and he is always with me and knows my pain.  He sends his angels to comfort me in the form of my friends, who – thank God – have been so wonderful this past week.  I needed to know that I am not alone, and whether they consciously knew it or not, they have reached out just when I needed it most.

I’ve been thinking about what to do with the extra time I now have.  On one hand, I know that I want to use this time to continue the work (which I refer to as ‘inner-self clean-up’) that I started last year.  If this past week has shown me anything, it’s that I still have a lot of issues to address, especially concerning my anger.  On the other hand, I believe that it’s important to get outside of myself and reach out to others in need.  Not only does this shift my focus off of my own pain, it also provides perspective.  In other words, I may feel lonely and sad right now, but there are other people out there, perhaps seniors in a nursing home, who literally have no one.   Can I reach out in my time of need to someone whose needs are greater than my own?  In doing so, will my own wounds be healed?  I believe the answer to both of those questions is yes.

Times of pain are opportune times for personal growth.  In fact, I’d dare say there aren’t too many people who have experienced true personal growth in times of peace.  It is only through pain that we are motivated to make change, to seek something more or different.

Now is one of those times for me, and I don’t want to waste the opportunity to become more.  More peaceful; stronger.  More focused on the world around me and less focused on the world within me.  After all, what is joy if there is no pain?  Just as the earth requires both sunshine and rain to grow and thrive, so it is with our souls.

For today, I will embrace the clouds, knowing fully that they will be followed by sunshine.

Love stinks

Not!  Love does not, in fact, stink.  Love is wonderful.  Amazing.  Breathtaking.  There is absolutely nothing else like it.  What stinks is the pain of loss.  The pain of separation.  Rejection.  The heartbreaking realization that you’re not enough, or perhaps more aptly, simply not right for someone else that you love dearly.  Most of us know that pain; I am no exception.

Unfortunately for me, that pain is my reality at the moment.  I am mourning the end of my relationship with Chris.  I knew it was not perfect, but that was okay.  I’m not perfect, nor is he.  I did not expect our relationship to be any different.  Though I had struggled with it the last several weeks, I was not ready for it to end.  I honestly thought that God had a lesson in it for me. (Well, I’m sure He had several.)  Specifically, I thought it was a lesson in patience.  In fact, during each moment of struggle, I would hear “love is patient, love is kind…”  For me, the origin scripture (1 Cor 13:4-8) is the standard for how I want to live my life.  Of course, I fail often, and that’s okay.  What matters is that I continue to strive to live in that manner.

I thought that my relationship with Chris was simply a matter of being patient, loving him to the best of my ability, and enjoying our time together.  Apparently, the Universe has another plan.

So…I cry often.  I’m not trying to run from my pain or avoid it (unless I’m sitting at my desk at work!).  I cry because I know we are not going to do all of the things that we said we would do, or try the restaurants we said we would try, or ever go on his friend’s boat.  I cry because I loved having a companion, especially him, and now I have none.  I cry because, for the first time in years, I allowed myself to be vulnerable, and now I hurt.

But…and this is an important BUT…I don’t regret it.  I would not trade it to avoid this pain.  For me, that is huge, because there was a time in my life when I would not have been able to say that.  I loved it.  It was wonderful.  I would do it all over again in a moment.

So, to Chris: thank you.  Right now, I don’t think you’d be able to understand this, but your presence in my life last year, my desire to let you into my life, gave me the courage to overcome years of fear, doubt, and sadness.  My life has been forever changed.  Though this was not action by you, it still happened because of you, and for that I will always be grateful. 

I hope it’s not the end.  I truly hope that we are able to maintain a friendship.  (I know this would be an exception to your rule; for me, it would not be.)  You are an amazing person.  Honest.  Courageous.  Devoted.  Stronger that I think you think you are.  I believe in you…the present you.  But I also believe in your potential to be more.  Free.  Open.  Joyful.  Peaceful.  I hope you find whatever it is that you seek.  I hope that you are able to open up and be vulnerable.  I hope that you one day find someone that you love the way that I love you, because it is an amazing feeling.  And I hope she loves you back in the same way, because you deserve it.

Pain sucks.  But life goes on.  I still believe in a thing called love…

The privilege of having a bad day

Today was a bad day at work.  Extremely busy.  Lots of problems and issues.  Didn't leave till almost 8:00 pm.  Throughout the day, I allowed myself to groan and complain.  A lot.  Way more than I should have.  [I hate to admit what a spoiled brat I can be at the lowest part of my nature, but it's true.]  Then tonight, a profound truth hit me hard: I should consider myself fortunate to have had a bad day at work.

How many hundreds of thousands of people in northern Japan would gladly trade places with me today?  Take my "bad" day in place of the sheer horror that they are living and breathing today?  Take a bad day at work and know that their homes are in tact, their loved ones are safe and accounted for, that they have running water, food, shelter, and oh so many other things I take for granted on a regular basis?

How many unemployed people in my own country would take a "bad" day at work in place of being unable to find a job?  How many would take my bad day in place of losing sleep at night, not sure if they can pay this month's mortgage or car payment or gas bill?  Not sure of how they are going to provide food for their children or a roof over their heads.

How many terminally ill people would take my "bad" day at work and hardly even bat an eye at having a rough day on the job in place of not knowing how long their cancer will stay in remission or how much longer they have to spend with their families? 

Stopped in my tracks, I am chagrined at my immaturity and pettiness.  A new attitude emerges: gratitude.  (There's that word again!)  In place of self-pity at my "awful" day, I realize more than anything, I should be thankful for the opportunity and privilege to have a bad day at work.  Thankful that my company has customers that need my help (hello, job "security").  Thankful that I have skills that are valuable and needed in the marketplace.  Thankful that chance and the recession did not take away my livelihood in the past few years as has happened to so many other people, through no fault of their own. 

Beyond my gratitude for my job, I am also thankful that the worst thing I had to worry about today was how much work needed to be done.  I did not worry whether or not my home would be safe and fit for habitation.  I did not worry if I would have food to eat.  I did not worry that I would have money to pay for the tank of gas I needed on the way home.  I could take comfort knowing that my family and friends are safe and healthy. 

So many blessings.  So little time spent saying thanks.  I am humbled.  May I never forget - even on my "worst" day - how lucky, blessed and fortunate I am.

Thank you, God!!  Thank you, thank you, thank you!!

Saying goodbye

I recently made the decision to find a new home for my Dachshund Toby, who joined my family last September.  It was a difficult choice for many reasons.  Toby is a wonderful, sweet, loving puppy.  He brought many laughs and a lot of joy to my life in our short time together.  He is an uncomplicated creature that simply wants to play and cuddle.  Everyone that met him fell head over heels for him.

Leaving him yesterday, I could not help but feel as if I were abandoning this puppy, and I found myself assigning many human traits to him.  Did he wonder what he had done to make me leave him?  Did he think, if only I had been a better boy, if only I hadn’t have had so many accidents on the carpet, maybe she wouldn’t leave me.  No, a dog’s mind doesn’t work like that.  I recognize that this feeling stems from my own feelings of abandonment by my father as a child.

I also felt selfish and shallow.  I’ve never taken pet ownership light-heartedly.  I have always felt it is a commitment on my part, and I felt like a horrible person for going back on my unspoken vow.  I felt unworthy and ashamed.

In spite of this, I believe that I made the right choice.  Though it was certainly made in part for my own convenience, it was also made with the hope and belief that Toby will find the perfect family, one who can provide him with the love and affection that he so craves and deserves.  Though I cried all the way home, most of the night, and several times again today, I still believe that I made the right choice.

In the bigger picture of life, I am reminded that we are all faced with moments in life where we have to say goodbye.  Sometimes it’s to a friend with whom you no longer share values, sometimes it’s to a lover from whom you’ve grown apart, sometimes it’s from an unhealthy relationship that you will no longer tolerate.  And sometimes it’s to an adorable puppy named Toby that stole your heart and refuses to let go.  Regardless of the who’s and why’s, it is not easy, but sometimes it is necessary.

Recognizing when a relationship has run its course isn’t easy, either.  We may not want to see it, or be ready to see it.  Sometimes, we recognize it, but we’re scared to let go.  It’s comfortable.  It’s what we want.  It’s easier to stay in it.

I’m pretty sure that I don’t have all of the answers on this subject, but I have learned how not to end a relationship.  Regardless of the circumstances, don’t take action coming from a place of anger or blame.  You will inflict unnecessary pain, and likely regret your actions.  (Unfortunately, I speak from firsthand experience on this one.)  Do be thankful for the good times; focus on what was right and good about the relationship.  Let go of bad times and hurt.  Keep the love and the laughter.  Remember what drew you to that person in the first place, and then make your decisions from a place of love and compassion.  Be gentle.  Try to think of how you would feel in the other person’s shoes.  For them, it may be a complete and unexpected shock.  Maintain their dignity, and in turn, you will maintain your own.

There is an expression that some people come into our lives for a reason, others for a season, and some for a lifetime.  No matter which, always be thankful for the time you have with each person that comes into your life.  Express gratitude for the lessons learned, and the growth you experienced as a result of that relationship.

I’m thankful for the joy and love Toby brought into my home for the past four and a half months. I’m happy when I think of the new family that will have the chance to love and be loved by this sweet little fellow.  Goodbye, Toby.