I decided to follow the theme of self care as my topic for this week. It’s something that I’ve done a lot of since I’ve come out, but from time to time, happens to fall by the wayside as events unfold in my life.
I’ve written previously that as women, our society tends to glorify us who can do it all. “Wow! You’re such a great Mom. You work, take care of your husband and kids, all while maintaining a home. Superwoman!”
I was once that woman. Although I was very fortunate to stay home with my kids for about 10 years, I was still very active in maintaining a home, kids activities, portraying the outward appearance of having the absolute perfect life that some would envy. Unbeknowst to others, I was slowly withering away. Everything I did was for everyone else but myself.
When I came out I heard all of the usual lines… “How could you be so selfish?” “What about your kids? Husband?” “What will people think?” Not one person asked “How are you feeling through all of this? How is this change affecting you?” It didn’t matter how I felt to others. I was the cause of the disruption and change, so if I was suffering then it was justified.
I took on this guilt for a couple of years after I left. I was also slowly accepting that I was deserving of happiness too. I started to concentrate on my health. Not masking my pain with food and alcohol. Acknowledging the hurt and feeling it. The regrets. The heartaches. The disappointments. It was not an easy time at all, but for once I wanted to do something for myself that was my decision.
The first fear I faced was doing things by myself. There was a time when I would never go anywhere by myself. I wanted to discover so many places and start new activities but was always so scared to do them alone. At 42, I decided if I wanted to be a better version of myself, I needed to face these fears and step out of my comfort zone. So I did.
I started driving downtown to Center City Philadelphia, PA. Visiting museums, small towns, sipping coffee in cafes, and hiking the local trails. Taking myself out to eat and to the movies. I started running, mountain biking, indoor rock climbing, kayaking, weight lifting, and traveling. All by myself. I was discovering what I liked because for the longest time, I did what everyone else wanted. I had no idea what I truly was interested in, so I did a lot.
Due to some knee issues, I’ve had to give up a few of these activities, but I still try new things because I believe we are ever evolving beings. If something no longer interests or serves us, then we have the right to cease doing it or make a change.
The main benefit I’ve gained from discovering my autonomy, is that I can trust myself. That my actions are enough. If I make a mistake while doing anything that was my sole decision (and believe me, I’ve made plenty) I will be OK. Nothing has killed me yet. This does not mean that I live without regret from some of my actions, or suffer from hurt now and again. I’m human. It’s unrealistic to have a well lived life thinking that you can maneuver without having some ups and downs. How else do we learn lessons? Become better people? How can we stand with our arms raised high, exhausted but beaming as we’re finally at the top of the mountain, without looking back and seeing all of the places we fell down but had the strength to just get back up again?
We. I. You. Have the same abilities as the next person who is living the life they want. Chose to do it. Your mind is a powerful tool that can either work against you, or for you. Feed it with positivity to achieve the life YOU deserve and get out there and LIVE.
