As I allowed my thoughts to carry me to a victim place, I began to hesitate. Feeling a bit neglected and abandoned (old habits die hard), I was beginning to think some common thoughts about no one caring, blah, blah, blah. And I stopped. I stopped and realized that I was giving power to my relationships with other people, but I wasn’t giving any power to my relationship with myself.
I am beginning to realize that I never really have. I have learned to listen to my intuition because it has been right more than not. But I have not really ever considered my own connection to myself. In fact, when I think about it, I don’t really ever check in with myself. Or honor myself by stopping and considering what I really want in any given situation. I have played the roles of wife and mother and in those roles I have definitely made choices. Whether they were choices for me or for others is a whole other issue and somewhat irrelevant now. But this idea of being with myself and honoring myself and caring about myself and what I think is kind of new.
To be honest, maybe it is a luxury that I can now afford myself that was not possible in many ways when my children were young and my marriage was in tact. I don’t know. But I do know that I have valued myself through the eyes of others for ever. This is who I have been. A people-pleaser to be sure. If my parents were happy with my actions, then I was happy. If my boss was happy with my job, then I was happy. In fact, I would strive diligently to make these people happy. It was part of my job some how.
Now I see it differently. I see how I gave myself away in these relationships. As a child, I think most kids do. My parents raised me pretty much the way they were raised, with a lot of guilt, shame, intimidation. I parented in a similar style until both my kids rebelled. They taught me that I didn’t know much about being a parent and that they were not intimidated by me nor would they do what I wanted them to do purely because I said so. This has been a hard and painful lesson for me. I didn’t question my parents authority much, and was therefore completely unprepared for two children that questioned mine on a daily basis.
But they hopefully were able to keep something of themselves in the process. I am having to relearn or possibly learn for the first time what is means to have a relationship with myself. My children are part of the reason I am now realizing this. They are both strong, sensitive, independent thinkers and I am very proud of them both. They are also way ahead of me in valuing their own Self and their relationship to themselves.
The single most important thing I am practicing right now is checking in with me. How do I feel? What am I thinking? Where do I want to go? What do I want to do? Sounds easy, but it is not necessarily so. Sometimes I am feeling tired, slow, and sad. I don’t feel like doing any of the things I need to do, should do or even want to do. I sometimes don’t feel like doing anything that will make me feel better either. I just want to veg out and do nothing. This is probably a sign of depression and I am beginning to understand it. I have been such a mental, in-my-head kind of person, that I can truly make myself sick and tired with my thinking.
But I am learning some valuable things. I am learning that feelings that I stuff or ignore can literally make me sick. After developing migraine headaches for the first time in my life and being forced to do nothing but lay in bed, I am beginning to understand myself better. I am also learning tools on how to let those feelings out in a healthy way. Stay tuned for another blog on that.
In the meantime, I leave you with a quote that I really like. “Your behavior is irrelevant to my connection with me.” In other words, I can and will be responsible for my relationship with me. I cannot and will not be responsible for your connection with you.