Sunday, May 29, 2016

UN

I got this fancy new app so that I can blog from my phone while traveling. Yay! Sometimes I'm too lazy to travel with my laptop. #thestruggleisreal

Anyway I've been doing some soul searching in my time away from home, and I've also been reading this little gem called The New Codependency. 

It's made me think. 

Codependency is another topic. 

What I'm thinking about right now is this phrase a very good friend of mine and I came up with. 


"UN" 

You know how I've talked on here about people who come into your life and lift you up and bring you joy and deliver energy and just generally make you better?

And I've also talked about the scary other type of person. The soul-sucking, life draining, try-to-avoid-at-all-costs takers. (Sadly sometimes we cannot avoid these people at all because they actually live in our homes.)

And then there is the third type of person. The UN. Theses are the really dangerous ones because these are the people that don't give and they don't take.  But they exist in our lives and they take up headspace. 

Because we let them. 

Hey listen, what makes an UN so dangerous is the mere fact that they are hiding behind the facade of NOT being a soul sucker. But they are. Oh they are. 

These are the people that get under our skin just enough to throw our state of peace off balance. Peace we've worked very hard to achieve. A lot of times we encounter these people on social media. You know, "friends who aren't really friends but they follow you anyway and make comments here and there that make you want to scream?" 

Possibly a person you haven't seen in 10 years and even more likely, a person you'll never see again. 

That's an UN. 

Here's a good one, a person at work that you don't work closely with but you see them just enough that you have to maintain a good rapport with them. You may pass this person in the hallway or see them at the water cooler and make polite chit chat with them.  My guess is you're probably even Facebook friends with this person. And it's all fine and good until that person makes one tiny comment that makes you cringe. 

That's an UN. 

We give thought and precious energy to these cringe-worthy comments and moments and we find ourselves obsessing  over things that don't matter, because these people don't really "matter." 

This is NOT to say that people don't matter. All people matter. But who matters to you? 

More importantly, who deserves your time, your energy, your head space, and perhaps more importantly, your heart space? 

The people who are lifting you up. The people who are there for you, really there for you when the chips are down. The people who make you laugh, and want to be better. The people who support you in your dreams and push you to be more. The people who, when you lose your way, help you find your true north. Your tribe.  

This whole "simplifying" thing is all the rage. Cleaning closets, paring down the "things" that we own. I encourage you to reevaluate the people in your lives too. It might be time to clean out an emotional closet or two and make room for space in your heart and in your life for the people who deserve to, and should be there. 



   
 

Friday, May 13, 2016

And I think it's going to be a long, long time.

Has anyone else noticed that I haven't written in.......... MONTHS?

Yeah, me too.

Which seems a bit odd, given that I had this utterly life changing gift handed to me by none other than Elizabeth Glibert herself.  You know, that time she published me in a little book called, "Eat Pray Love Made Me Do It." The book that is currently number five on the New York Times Travel Bestseller List?



I can't even dream this stuff up.

So here's what I did.

I choked.

I'm not even going to sugar coat it or pretend it's anything else.  It's time for me to come clean.  These past few months I haven't been living my own words, my own mantra.  I haven't been thriving at all, I've been barely surviving.  I've been nearly choking on my own existence.  

There's about 30 blog posts in here for sure, but as it relates to the book and the writing, and the website let me just say that my friend Jessica summed it up so perfectly.

"Your perfectionism vs. laziness comment is SO true.  Here's some of the psychology:  If you can''t do it perfectly or get it right, you avoid it.  So, some of your "laziness" is avoidance.  Because less than perfect is unacceptable to you.  It's a neuroses of course.  You have to convince yourself to let good be good enough."



ME?????? That person with "ENOUGH" tattooed on her WRIST?

Yes me.

The day I found out I was getting published in "the book" I took about 4,982 cinder blocks and placed them on my shoulders.  The clock was ticking.  From October to March I had to have **the most** beautiful website of all time and I had to have **the most** amazing content EVER on it.  In fact, obsessed for months about EXACTLY the single blog post would say the day that the book was released.  Because it was going to be the most perfect, eye catching, "make everyone want to follow me and book me for GMA" post of ALL TIME.  It was going to go viral and Oprah was going to hire me to write for her magazine. From there I would easily become a best selling author.  I had it all figured out.  So instead, I did NOTHING.  I stared at my computer in paralyzed fear.  For months. 

To be fair, the choke was slow rolling.  The oxygen escaped my lungs very slowly as my own REAL life was piling up on me in big, bad, ugly ways as it is known to do.  I knew that creating the most stunning website was beyond my reach, so I attempted to hire (as in pay, with money) "professionals" to do it for me.  They both flaked.  Jessica herself tried to help me but she's kind of an uber busy person and the guilt got the best of me (raise your hand if you suck at asking for, or accepting help). So the night before the book launch I relied on the one person I can ALWAYS count on, myself and I stared at this computer until I figured it out.  It's not perfect.  At this time, in this moment, good must be good enough.  

And how on earth could I possibly write something?  At this point I began to see myself as a complete fraud.  A failure.  All of those cinder blocks? I was crushing and suffocating and dying beneath the weight of them.  The weight that I created myself.  The expectations I placed on me.  

This is exactly what I feel like. Trapped in a cage
and I'm about to tear my wings off in order to get out.

I once wrote here about "Rock bottom being the solid foundation on which I built my life," a quote from none other than J.K. Rowling who is somewhat a famous author herself.   



You'll never guess what I'm going to do with all of these cinder blocks....



But watch me.  Stay with me.   

One

Brick

At


Time.  

Like a phoenix rising from the ashes of destruction she created herself I shall rebuild the very foundation of my life.