Well, I had intended to post this weeks ago but, as I was still working through much of this content, it took me a little time to be fully ready.
The rollercoaster of life continues to swing from big highs to deep lows (I’ll give an update on grad school at the end, for those who didn’t get the news via social media), but I try not to put too much stock in my feelings. My very awesome and incredible therapist reminds me often to pay attention to my thoughts and try to be intentional in the ways I direct them. For instance, that last sentence should be rewritten to eliminate the word “try” and simply say “be.” Because, apparently, words matter. OK, not apparently. Words matter. Period.
The multitude of closed doors I’ve encountered have forced me to think a lot about who it is I want to be… and what it is I want out of life. Recently, I journaled a sentence that turned out to be a huge revelation. It was this…
“I never really chose who I was going to become. I simply became without direction or intent, rolling my life out according to the narrative I had grown up with.”
That is likely true for most of us. We often simply assume the selves we were told to be while growing up… or the selves we were told we were. It never really occurred to me until recently that we can, actually, choose who we are going to be. Like… every day.
As I began to think about who I actually want to be, I found myself hitting a wall. While I have no problem producing a long list of my faults and flaws, I found it much harder to define my gifts and strengths. Each time I approached it, I felt panicky. When I attempted to articulate who I wanted to be… who I AM… in a positive light… my mind would freeze up. It’s like it refused to accept any entries other than the ones it had already logged.
I pitched it to my therapist. Why couldn’t I get clear on this?
We backpedaled a bit. Who did I currently believe myself to be? What was the dominant narrative taking up space in my mind? What words did I apply to myself on a daily basis?
Trouble-maker. Rebellious. Inconvenient. Bitch. Idiot. A pain in the ass. Screw up. Argumentative. Ungrateful. Needy. Demanding. Insufficient. The reason things went wrong. Unable to abide by the rules. Difficult. Anger-inducing. Exhausting.
This is the narrative that had evolved throughout my lifetime. I never questioned those beliefs. I incorporated them into my being as something to apologize for. I approached every situation anticipating that the world would eventually discover these ugly pieces of me, knowing I would simply have to clean up whatever mess came when it did.
I suddenly understood why applying for jobs has been so absolutely and utterly exhausting. I wrote each cover letter with the unconscious apology that anyone should ever have to have me as an employee.
It’s why I shy away from positions of leadership.
It’s why I second guess every parenting decision I make.
It’s why I assume that if anything goes wrong in my life… anything at all… it’s exactly what I deserved.
I had been walking through my life with the inarticulable sensation that I was tainting the world with my existence.
My therapist utilizes an incredible model of therapy called Internal Family Systems. (If you’re interested in learning more about it, you can hear an interview with founder Richard Scwartz on one of my favorite podcasts- Ten Percent Happier. It has been an invaluable part of my recent journey.) Essentially, we revisit pieces of ourselves stuck in a part of our developmental history. We get curious. What role do these stuck pieces play in protecting our present selves? What do they need in order to feel safe and leave the past? What beliefs do they perpetuate?
We all have these pieces. They’re sneaky. We become so used to their narratives that we no longer notice or question them.
That’s a really powerful idea.
One by one, I visit the intersection of where my personal attributes were turned from positives to negatives. I pull a specific feeling from the rolodex- one that has been acute more recently- and then to go back in my memory to see if I can pinpoint its origins. Can I remember where I was standing or what I was doing the first time I felt that way? The goal is to get curious about what that little person- or teen or young adult- needs… about what hurts, what’s confusing, what’s being protected. I tell my small self the truth of who I really am.
It is unspeakably liberating.
The goal it to create counternarratives to the misbeliefs we hold about ourselves. I replace the idea that I am a trouble-maker, inconvenient, rebellious, with something that more aligns with the truth. Almost immediately, something inside me levitates. I feel light and joyful, free. Yes… absolutely. I want to be someone who is a source of goodness… not just for myself but more importantly, in the world. It reminds me that the spirit of God does not exist in chaos or dissonance or scarcity and that also, the spirit of God dwells within me.
It is life-changing.
When I feel a wave of anxiety presenting me with the belief of my not-enoughness, I repeat the mantras we’ve come up with to counter the old narratives. In doing so, I am able to worry less about what vocation I land in and more about putting myself in situations that enable me to live this truth. It roots my parenting efforts. It roots my contributions to my friendships. It roots the direction of my healing.
And that brings me to my most recent update. I did not get the assistantship for grad school. The initial news of that felt like quite a blow, even though I knew it was very competitive and that my chances were slim. I was most disappointed that I didn’t even get interviewed… a common theme across all areas. But, while it was hard to close the door on the idea of grad school- at least for now- it also felt like somewhat of a relief in that:
(a.) I finally have an answer and
(b.) it just really, really feels like with so many closed doors, something very intentional and specific and GOOD is coming my way. Because seriously, it’s impossible for things to just suck this much just for the sake of sucking. I truly do believe it’s leading somewhere.
In the past two weeks, a picture of something else has begun to form. A little tiny seed of a something that might bloom into more. In time. I’ll have to hold you in suspense on this one for a while. But I am beginning to create a vision of who I am and who I want to be in this world.
And it’s good. It’s very good.