We had already talked for hours, and sometimes that’s what it takes, hours. Hours to get to the heart of a matter. We’d shared our stories, bruised and battered as they were, yet on the mend. The conversation unboxed some old dusty memories of the “me” I used to be, broken. Broken in so many ways.
Emotionally broken, mentally broken, and spiritually broken. Recently these types of conversations have unearthed some old narratives that I used to allow to replay and control my life, set on repeat like tracks on a broken record. These narratives defined who I was by others, and who I saw myself to be. I’ve spent years rewriting these narratives, inserting more and more truth, adding objectivity and grace.
And yet with all that work I still find there are old silent narratives that live inside of me just waiting to be discovered in conversations like these. But now they serve a different purpose. Where they once bound me to a life of pain and abuse, they can now be used to unlock cell doors for others. While I had longed for someone to fight my battles for me, the real growth was learning to stand up for myself. I needed to endure the process of learning to set protective boundaries. It takes courage to set boundaries.
Its hard to loving yourself and trust yourself in the places where you have a dent in your courage. A beat up spot that keeps you from wholeness, health, and freedom. This is a place of self doubt. I had almost forgotten how far I’d come until my conversation today. The journey has been long and hard, but worth it. After waiting in this place for years, just hoping someone might secretly come and save me, I’m glad I finally got tired of waiting.
If you live on a pendulum that swings from the poles of discouragement to encouragement on a regular basis, you need to take the leap yourself. Disrupt the cycle. The decision to stop waiting is a leap, the action that follows is a step. Feeling your way to a middle ground begins by taking a small step that requires courage. We all have different battles to fight, but they all require the same thing – just a little bit of courage.
Will you take a small step today?
I hope so, you can do it, you are strong and courageous,
If you’re in a place where life is hard and need some perspective, I’m glad you found me.
PERSPECTIVE is what I can offer you. I’m a wife of 20 years, mom of a couple of teens, I’ve worked in corporate America, run a small family owned business, and served faithfully in ministry along the way. I’ve been a working mom, a homeschooling mom, and whatever else the world has chosen to label me. When I had a big important job – I also had a nanny, when I traded my private office and six figure salary to give my family the attention they needed, I became the nanny and day one almost broke me. Over the last 20 years, I’ve upsized, downsized, and weathered many storms, but that’s life…LIFE HAPPENS. If you’re feeling discouraged because LIFE HAS HAPPENED, or HAS HAPPENED AGAIN, I’m here to help you gain PERSPECTIVE. Not to sugar coat your version of hard, but to offer some real PERSPECTIVE coming from a gal who’s developed grit through adversity. I’m here to remind you that cultivating courage in your everyday ordinary life is the path to help you find some higher ground and gain a healthy PERSPECTIVE to keep moving forward.