Is forgiveness really possible?

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Forgiveness is one of the world’s greatest mysteries, one that seems to always come with a short answer “just accept and move on”. Hah! Yeah right… seriously? Just accept it and move on? You have to be kidding people!

After hearing that one liner so many times I stopped asking others how they came to forgive another. I started to realize that each of us have our own journeys to live with roads that may intersect at times but overall are lived only by us. No one can tell you how to come to a place where forgiving someone for something they did to you is accomplished.

imageThat said, I have also come to realize that in order for any one of us to reach a place where we genuinely forgive another we have to face the past and the transgression head on. We can skim over it and act like we have forgiven someone but all it does is delay the pain.

I call forgiveness a devil ghost with a multitude of horns for it haunts us, sits on both our shoulders and whispers negativity, it reminds us of the hurt and encourages us to distrust constantly. Forgiveness is a ghost that can haunt our lives right up till the time we join it in a ghostly fashion. No, you can’t just forget nor can you just accept and move on.  If that were the case there would be no vengeful acts or murders, suicides or even estranged relatives.

So how can you come to accept and to forgive?

The long and short of it is that it is ultimately up to you. From my experience it is a lifelong process with many different stages and in turn these stages can often take the form of Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and finally Acceptance.  Much like how they work in the 5 Stages of Grief, these 5 amigos swing between each other.

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It’s easy to deny that we are hurt, more often than not it is easier to pretend we weren’t hurt in the first place as a “pay back” against the person who hurt us… I think that deep down we truly want to believe that we weren’t hurt by their actions, that we aren’t that weak.

Anger… well that is a totally different matter, one we all know too well (well I do anyways).

imageBargaining – Perhaps it was actually me, perhaps they didn’t really mean to hurt me so badly, maybe I instigated it!

Depression, now this one sneaks up on you, it slips in undetected and normally this only comes in when the hurt is so profound that it changes how we “operate” or our belief structures.

Acceptance?

From my experience:

· Acceptance feels like knowing that what happened to you can never be undone.

· Knowing that the lessons in what happened, how you reacted and how the other person acted, help you be a better person and guide you towards the person you want to be.

· Knowing that you yourself are capable of doing what was done to you (it’s the scary truth).image

Forgiveness?

It comes in many different shapes and forms and it can take a life time to attain, your friends and/or loved ones may not understand how you could ever reach it and that it is ok… and the cherry on the cake is that more often than not you reach it without even realizing. One day you suddenly realize that you are not carrying the extra weight on your shoulders anymore and you smile.

I’ve mourned my childhood and I have mourned the ideals I had set for certain figures in my life, I have heard the request for forgiveness from another and understood that those that hurt us don’t always realize they hurt us unless we let them know.

I’m no guru nor do I proclaim anything but I do speak from my own personal journey in hope that perhaps it helps you.

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One day at a time, focus on today and the rest will follow

The Impulse to run and to run fast…

imageSome people are runners and others find their feet glued to the ground much  like looking down to see that your feet are embedded in a floor of cement with not even the toes showing.

Those who have their feet solid on the floor often frown upon those that have the impulse to run.  They do not understand the reasons behind a runner or what sets off a sprint.  Often they will frown upon them and castigate them, laugh and pity them.  Often they do not take the time to look at their own lives to see their own legs were once free and sprinting.

I am not beating anyone up here just merely explaining the different impulses as I see them, impulses brought about by more things that just fear.

Fear, an interesting creature often put to blame for the impulse to run, but is it just that? Fear? In my books it comes down to our lives, how we grew up, our self confidence, how many times we have had our hearts broken, how many times our soul has been burnt alive…

There are no short answers as to the whys nor are there any short answers to the solutions, rights or wrongs.  Each persons reasons are different to the other, we are each unique and hold a different set of circumstances and life experiences.

If someone gets close to us, gets under our skin, a runners first impulse is to split the scene of the crime and not go back while a huge “Danger Danger” sign flashes in the backs of our minds in neon yellow.

“What if the person under our skin hurts us like the last person, I can’t take another heart and soul beating. I can’t risk breaking again because I might not rise again.  I am just going to mess this relationship up again like the last time.  I am going to fail.  They are going to see me for who I am and not like me anymore.  I don’t deserve this.  I can’t risk experiencing true happiness in case it gets ripped from under my feet again. No ways.  Stop it before it has even started, way easier. Run. Get out. Run. Fast get out quick! RUN!”

If someone is kind to us and shows compassion the same sign flashes once more.

“How long will their kindness last, will they turn into another person like the last? What if I fail them? What are the strings attached, there must be a few evil lurking strings just waiting to break me down again. Don’t trust them, they will just hurt you like the others. Don’t believe for one second that their intentions are good, no ones is, you know this, you’ve seen it over and over and over again. Run. Before they break your heart and your faith in humanity forever more.  I won’t get up again if I stay around to see it all fall. Get out. Run. Fast, quick get out! RUN!”

… and so it goes, the impulse to run.

Survival of the fittest, I’ll get out before you get the chance to break me to the point I won’t be able to get up again.

Survival of the weak or of the brave?

Fear disables a persons spirit from experiencing true happiness, beauty in the small moments and life.

Fear is a giant jigsaw puzzle with so many pieces that often it can overwhelm us to even contemplate putting it all together. But, once you start finding the pieces, looking at each different colour, shape, contour and patterns, slowly it starts to fall into place. Piece by piece the puzzle grows unveiling a deeply buried truth hidden in a locked tight chest within our soul.

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Putting the pieces together takes a lot of hard work, no quick fix lasts forever.  Sometimes it can get so hard that we start to think that to even contemplate continuing our last thread will snap, shatter into millions of pieces.  All those puzzle pieces stand like a wall before us, overwhelming us and bringing us to our knees.

If you walk into a gallery you always stand back to take in the whole image that lies before you.  Looking at the puzzle we are putting together is much like that picture hanging on the wall in the gallery.  In order to see how much progress we have made and are making we have to step back and look at the whole.  Take in all that we have found out about ourselves, see the true growth and our stumbling blocks, where the other pieces fall and where the gaps lie.

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Putting the puzzle of reasons for our fears, our impulses and our lives together is no simple four by four image.  It is the most complex puzzle with contours that put a 3D shape to shame but the end result is one of the most rewarding nourishing things that feed our souls.

Without realising it the pieces that you put into the puzzle turn into the walls that once stood in your way preventing you from doing things, the walls that made a maze out of your heart and blocked true joy from filtering through to your spirit.

Its a hard, scary, sometimes floor crashing journey but more worth it than I could ever put into words.  Making the choice to build that puzzle is our individual choice.  Each and every single one of us has one to build, whether you do it or not is up to you.

Are you a puzzle builder?

Self tanning for life

image Yesterday while out walking I caught a glimpse of my newly tanned legs sporting shorts that I haven’t fitted in to for years and was so chuffed with myself! I can’t tell you how exciting it was the fact that the mere sight of my bare skin didn’t cause my eyes to get glare cramp. Yip, you know the one where you look at something really bright and you quickly shut your eyes and rub them hoping for the pain to go away? That’s the one I normally get when I look at my skin, I tend to go a tad on the ghost look during winter. Not my fault, I blame my position in the queue on the way down to earth, that and my parents.  Look it’s like this ok, in the shower I wear sunglasses, honest, am not joking here!

So self tan really works for me, I get to cover over the glare while the real tan slowly seeps through becoming the real deal.  I don’t bother in winter no, what is the point? I am fully covered and sunglasses are kind of fun um yeah.  Moving along swiftly…

The truth about self tan though is that it wears off after a while with the ideal that when it does there would be hardly any difference in skin tone.  While you wear it you take the glare away and allow the sun to tone your skin colour with out the risk of lovely red peeling skin. 

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In the past I’ve used self tan on my soul as well, sometimes it is easier for me to fake it till I make it.  When something really traumatic or big goes down in my world I absorb the news and then continue as if nothing has happened.  No, it is not that I am blocking it merely putting on a front for the outside world while I process.

If the process takes longer because of the depth of the “trauma/pain/circumstance” then I just keep on reapplying the self tan until I feel ready to let my own skin show again.

For me, being able to fake it till I have finished processing, works and I don’t feel an ounce of guilt about it either.  Perhaps it does for you as well or perhaps you are one of types of people who have no need for it. Either way if you do it or not there is nothing to feel bad about.

Always remember that sometimes the self tan is just a thin layer, sometimes it is a number of layers, it all depends on the glare on the soul.  The brighter the glare the more self tan that is applied but the one thing that is certain through it all is that there will come a time when the faking it becomes making it, the fake tan fades and the real true colour shows once more.

Faking always fades, it never lasts, and our true souls come out to play once more… you just have to be willing to allow it to happen and in its own time.

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… Smile on …

Working winter to enjoy the Summer

I don’t know about you, but I suffer from the Winterassgrowth disease, yip you know the one where you get all cosy, eat more, less exercise and just be, that one.  Much like a squirrel storing its supplies for hibernation our bodies tend to hit this mode, anything we eat it keeps some back in “supplies” to keep our bodies warm.

So if you are like me then ten to one you don’t tend to work out or exercise as hard during winter as you would in summer.  First hint of summer and we go “oh bleep” and start a mad rush to get in shape so that we can fit back into our summer clothes.  Pure incredible madness.

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In emotions it is much the same.  During the winter, sad, depressing, rough times in our lives we tend to bury ourselves much like that squirrel in hope of sunshine.  We build our defences, erect our walls, turn people away and run from our problems in hope that they would just disappear in our melancholy.  We spend our time coping, surviving and keeping warm, not working out our emotional muscles, learning from the experience and breathing.  We stop breathing.

Both you and I know our problems never just go away, if we don’t deal with our pasts, our issues or learn the lessons that need to be learnt they come back to bite us on our asses. We both know that they bite hard when they do and ten to one its during a glorious summer.  Because we never faced what we needed to, because we ran away instead of facing everything head on our summer days are shortened and tarnished with winter rains.

What if while going through a really rough time we hold on tight, we hang in there, we face the things that come our way and we breathe…

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What if we worked out during winter, would this give us more time to enjoy the summer?

No matter how far we run from our problems they always find us like the genie in the bottle just waiting for that “rub” to pop out and throw everything back at your feet to deal with.

The sooner you deal with Winter the sooner you will be able to enjoy a true summer…

… breathe.

Dealing with weight issues

A while back I wrote a post “Love who you are, just as you are!” talking about the eating disorder I had and how it came to be, how I had moved forward and the repercussions on my body.

It’s been a long journey, one that has been up and down for many years, I learnt different coping tactics and taught myself to enjoy a meal, a real meal, relearnt what meals I enjoyed and started actually eating.  My focus was on eating healthy not binging and then hitting the toilet to get rid of it all. 

My body took a serious hit from all the years of abusing it, the binging, the throwing up, the periods where I just wouldn’t eat.  Because of what I did I now have endometriosis and Fibroadenomas coupled with fibroadenosis, the latter two the doctors say are in relation to the first.  The first is apparently due to the fact that by abusing my body so much some of my organ functions changed, my system rewired itself to cope.

I’ve always told myself that these three amigo’s came to me so that I remember never to go back to that place, to never revisit my eating disorder or to make it a way of life ever again.  They’re not too bad in all honesty they aren’t bad, they don’t affect my day today until they rare their ugly heads, they aren’t life threatening or dangerous unless they turn cancerous. 

The only time they affect my life is in realty is through the fibroadenosis. I can be talking to you face to face and the next moment I am contorted in pain, it’s like a knife is stuck between my ribs and twisted over and over again.  It comes and it goes, for two months now I haven’t had it so bad as that, just small knifes not the cleavers.  Perhaps my system is finally working together and healing properly… rewiring the way it should.

The reason I am writing all this is perhaps to remind myself more than anything.  Last night we had a neighbour over and she made comment on how little I eat.  To me my plate was full, I had one piece of meat, sauce and rice, it was a decent sized plate but to them it seemed that it was little and the comments that were made when I didn’t go for a second helping got to me.

When I was asked why I don’t have more I responded with the simple answer that I was full, I really was.  Her response was “Well I really am surprised that you aren’t thinner, I mean you never eat a lot and yet you are still a big girl”.  I was shocked, I just stared at her with my mouth open, speechless.  My mother came to my defence and told the woman that I have inherited the big hips of the family and because I am not tall like her I look slightly bigger than I really am.  She really did try to defend me which I appreciated but I was still in shock with the fact that some people judge so easily.

I am not my ideal weight at the moment, I have 5 kg’s to spare, I’ll admit it. In the last two months I have lost only 4… yes 5 to go though I am not consciously doing it.  I still fit into a size 34 even though I’ve picked up the weight, they just fit more snuggly than before although they are loosing up nicely.  I try not to ever focus on my weight enough for it to become an obsession again and yet her comment disturbed me beyond reason.

It disturbed me because people have always deemed to tell me about my weight and what they thought of it.  With out fail someone will always make a comment, normally I am thick skinned, now I am just sick of it. 

The old adage of trying to look perfect so others like me I outgrew a while back, I rebel against it most times.  If you don’t like me the way I am and for who I am then your shallow personality has no place in my radius. 

There’s a soul inside this “overweight” body, a soul with a personality, life and love… if you can’t see that, your loss.

Do I exercise? Yes

Have I got an eating disorder revisited? No I am still “clean”

Am I losing weight? Yes, stress is the best diet

Am I on a diet? No

Next time someone makes that statement I will ask them about my soul, whether they think that is overweight as well…

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