My day started at 2 P.M. today.
Its currently 2:15 P.M.
Did I waste my day? Its a very relative answer. But I have to say… I am fighting the urge to not feel like I failed today.
Sitting at a quaint coffee shop on my little island, its very quiet except for food orders, Christmas music and the creaking floors of the old house turned warm business. I opted out of using headphones today. Something about shutting the world out around me felt wrong for today. There’s a lovely older couple at the table in front of me shifting cash around to find an appropriate tip. I wonder how many times their hands have done this… I wonder what their eyes have seen in their lifetime. And I thought that it must feel good to feel full… I cant wait for my oven roasted turkey panini with onions, light mayo, lettuce and tomato. And don’t forget the pasta salad.
I felt kinda lonely when they left. I’m not sure why.
I think they were just really warm people and their smile to me was really nice.
I woke up around 11 A.M. today. A late hour for me. I then laid in bed until 1:30 P.M. reading different articles, Facebooking, stalking instagram, and draining my phone battery. I read hundreds of Humans of New York posts and dreamed of being in a big city. I just laid in bed doing a lot of dreaming. When I got in my car 30 minutes later to go to this coffee shop and blog… I got this drop in my stomach. It was the infamous guilt trip. I felt terrible for wasting my day. I should have done way more by this hour, right? “I need to go to the bank. Friends want to catch up. I should be praying or catching up on my latest self-help book. My car is a mess. I need to paint or create something. I need to be here. And there. And everywhere…..”
As I was driving away from my home, I made a connection with this feeling and where I am in my life and what I am learning the most: vulnerability. I think I blogged about this months ago but vulnerability isn’t a season. Its what makes life… well, life. So its still where I am and where I will always be. One of the biggest things I struggle with is being me. But who doesn’t? Every human I have met so far has cracked open in some form or fashion their struggle with being just human… with being who they are. Some are better at it than others whether through years of experience or moments of deep revelation. This has become my magnified focus in the past few months. The ability to perform in order to receive love and affection has conjured a life and an identity that has proven to be unstable, shaky, poor, and ultimately exhausting. I deal with it every day. Just recently with the help of mentors, therapy, and tough love, I have started the journey of changing my way of thinking. Capturing thoughts at the seedling of development before they grow into those nasty monsters that choke my securities and produce lies. Hearing someone tell me, “Who you are is very much enough. You do not need to perform or do things to make me love you,” causes these tiny little atomic bomb explosions in my mind.
Its a foreign concept to think that who I am is enough.
But something I really like about myself… is that I really like a good challenge.
Being vulnerable is such a very interesting thing to be. And it could look like so many different things. I was vulnerable yesterday when I stood up for what my heart could handle and what it couldn’t. I was vulnerable last week at a memorial service for my father. It was the hardest thing to let friends see my heart’s true insides. I am vulnerable every time I try to answer to casual “how are you?” question with all honesty. I am vulnerable when I ask for help or when I am the shoulder that is being cried on.I am vulnerable when I show people a new piece of choreography… what if they don’t like it or even understand it? I am vulnerable when I am trying something new, admitting I am afraid, saying no, sharing an unpopular opinion, asking for forgiveness, wearing a new crazy pair of boots I really like, trusting, hoping, loving, and simply just being me.
But with just the few times I have successfully and awkwardly tried to let me be enough… its always the most peaceful, liberating, and fun experience. And usually people tell me how fun I am or how something about me is different.. and good.
I realized that laying in bed was not lazy today. I had a really fun time resting and dreaming. I’m choosing to let go of even MY own expectations. I am doing what I can and letting go of what I cannot. I am even letting go of this awful fear of my blogs being absolutely lame and stupid and overly emotional. I am a really emotional being. I like writing out what I am learning and this is where I am. It has to be enough because its who I am today.
And I am really learning to love me because of who made me. God isn’t this being far away that is waiting for me to just “get” this whole life thing. He isn’t sitting across the room taking notes on my performance. I am not in a waiting season to simply learn how to wait. My life is not an arbitrary season. I am waiting for not just something but for a specific experience. My future husband and children aren’t just random floating spirits in my future. They have names and are real. And who I am is absolutely incredible because yes, I was made to do great things, but I was made to be me. Its what God needs the most. For me to be me. And every day I am learning that living in TRUTH is what vulnerability is all about. I don’t think I will ever just wake up and say, “I know myself.” Who knows… I’m really young and I don’t know what it feels like to be old with a body full of experiences. But it seems like to me that I was made in such beautiful fashion by such an intricate God that I will always keep learning something about myself. I believe I will become more comfortable with how and who I was made to be… but I think my own self will keep surprising me.
Today I love how I make a sanctuary wherever I go. My table at this coffee shop is covered in books and food and I am bundled up in a hand made scarf and my favorite moccasin boots. I love that I can strike a conversation with the older gentlemen behind me about more things than just the weather. I love that I am giving myself the freedom to do this day the way I want to… not the way I expect myself to do it.
And I love that I am letting my thoughts be enough instead of trying to make this blog be “inspirational” or “astounding.”