Stories. They won’t go away, or change, until you tell them.

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First, write it down, then ask four questions, turn it around: a Revolution

People in my Eating Peace class are invited to keep a journal during the 3 months course together online.

Whenever I’ve taught this course, I suggest writing at least once a day, for five minutes if you can’t do anything more.

But it’s almost embarrassing….

I myself have been practically rebelling against journaling.

Again.

Even though, when I do it, it brings such clarity. As if I see the story I’m telling in vivid formation.

It has to come out into the open, when you write it down.

And sometimes….

….OK, maybe often….

….we humans hate this.

Can’t the thing that happened, or the meaning we’ve put to it, or the difficult incident, or the truly awful experience and the terrible accompanying thoughts….

….just GO AWAY?

I really do know better than to think something can “just go away”.

It doesn’t.

Even if it’s forgotten, it’s only buried and ready to crawl out of the grave at the perfect trigger moment, if you don’t look at it, share it (with yourself, with others) and question the story you’ve made from what you experienced.

Like, for example, holiday season.

People getting together, the weather and sky very dark, memories, hopes to gather, disappointments.

I suddenly realized the other day….

….after waking up with a terrible nightmare about being stuck in a weekend business mastermind conference that cost 5 million dollars….

….I not only need to slow down, I also need to go ahead and talk with myself.

By writing.

So even though part of me is complaining about it, I’m writing.

It’s astonishing the list of things I can find that feel upsetting.

  • I miss my mom who is traveling in Mexico with my aunt
  • I miss my dad who died 25 years ago and who would have been busy cooking for all the expected and invited guests
  • clients I’m working with feel the same awareness of holidays past and I hear their sadness and despair
  • I’m taking two trips in December and I’m nervous about both
  • my neck and hamstring injury site are hurting
  • I haven’t had a super close transformative conversation with my husband in quite awhile
  • I have two friends I feel distant towards and I notice I don’t write to them, or call them, because it might be hard or stir up feelings
In Brene Brown’s book Rising Strong, she talks about the arc of a story when someone “rises strong” and faces hurt in a way that brings more wisdom to life.

 

The Reckoning: get curious about your feelings, see how they connect to how you’re thinking and acting

 

The Rumble: own your story: get honest, then challenge your assumptions (gosh….that would be doing The Work!)

 

The Revolution: experience a new, braver story to change how we engage with the world and to ultimately transform the way we live

 

The act of simple writing of all your judgments, complaints, whining, stressful feelings allows you, allows me, to step on the path of this journey.

 

Without even starting there….

 

….I’m just a mish-mash of memories, pictures, sensations, feelings and disturbances.

 

Everything is unconscious, without having some way to look at it more slowly.

 

Writing seems to be the easiest way.

 

So today….

 

….give yourself the immense gift of journaling what’s going on inside that head of yours.

 

Yes, I know….it would be really fantastic if it would all just go away.

 

It would be great if we didn’t really have to feel the agony or pain of our stories, our memories, and drag through them again.

 

But it’s the only way I have ever found that they can get challenged, questioned, seen, digested.

 

It’s the only way I ever stopped “eating” over something, was to actually spend time with the “something”.

 

Then eating (or drinking, smoking, doing that escape thing) to shove it back underwater is of course no longer required, or even cared about, or in any way interesting.

Right after this, tonight, I’m going to write about the things I mentioned above that feel upsetting.

Will you join me?

Because only then can we begin to look, investigate, and have a rumble.

And only then can we experience the revolution that follows.

And THAT is a story I love.

Much love, Grace

 

It’s Not As Bad As I Thought (How Embarrassing)

Yesterday I saw several medical people, including a surgeon, about this injury I’ve been mentioning.

But today I am not talking about the injury, it’s about another interesting thought that began to invade, while thinking about appointments, hospitals, procedures, xrays, having pins put into bones, and what was going to happen next.

(I’m not getting surgery quite yet, outcome still uncertain).

Last night as I went to bed, I had the thought “what if I don’t even have surgery, at all, for this injury?”

Then just on the heals of that thought, embarrassment.

Like, wait. Everyone thinks I was going to get surgery and that I’m in dire straits, and now….I might just have a chronic injury that’s not getting better, but there may be time to wait and try a experimental injection, and perhaps other alternatives.

Someone very dear had brought me a care package. Someone else was drumming for me. A local church had me on the prayer list. Many people were sending wonderful wishes on facebook.

But what is this uncomfortable feeling?

A little like when a woman says she is pregnant, and receives many well-wishes, and then has a miscarriage.

I’ve had friends before who have had this not uncommon experience.

Some women ride along with it, talk with others, hash out what they imagine will happen next, visit the doctor, try to get pregnant again.

But some women feel…..embarrassed. 

Like they shouldn’t have said anything yet. Like the well-wishes were unfounded, not necessary somehow.

NEXT TIME, they say, they won’t tell they’re pregnant until they are well into the fifth month, or whenever is “safe” to make the announcement.

The stressful feeling descends in….for me I felt undeserving, kind of guilty. I was mistaken. 

  • I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions based on one doctor’s advice
  • People are worried for me unnecessarily
  • I’m too much of a nervous ninny
  • I’m receiving support that I don’t deserve
  • What a whiner, this pain isn’t THAT bad, I should have realized this
  • I overreacted
  • People are giving me attention I’m unworthy to receive
  • People should help someone else in greater need

Oh, the sinking yuck feeling. Shameful almost.

Let’s take a look at these beliefs and investigate.

Is it true, that I overreacted, I shouldn’t have spoken up, I did it wrong, that I’m not suffering enough to deserve all this attention, focus, support?

Yes! I got carried away in reading on the internet, taking the first doctor’s advice very seriously, jumping to conclusions before having all the information.

I’m not in as bad condition as I thought. That isn’t good. That is BAD. I’ve misled myself and everyone else! God, what a loser!

Deep breath. Really? Can I know absolutely that all this is true?

No. I didn’t know before. I had no idea there were so many differing opinions about my injury. I don’t know if I’ve done it wrong. It’s not true that I am unworthy, or that I’m undeserving. Maybe I’m a nervous ninny, that’s OK.

I never had this happen before–the pain kind of worries me.

But I should be ashamed of myself? No.

“Shame is easily understood as the fear of disconnection. Is there something about me, that if other people know it or see it, that I won’t be worthy of connection.” ~ Brene Brown 

How do I react when I believe the thought that I revealed myself, in that moment, with fear and trepidation, received mountains of incredible support, and now…things are looking a little different.

It’s my fault.

Like getting a diagnosis of cancer, and then finding out it was a false positive.

Why can’t you relax??

How do I react? Embarrassment, shame, confusion, worried about what people will think.

So who would I be without the thought that I should have kept my medical condition to myself for the time being, that I shouldn’t have complained about my pain in public?

I would actually laugh. I would feel the fun of watching thoughts come and go, like a roller coaster ride.

I would notice how human I am, and how I think I’m supposed to know everything before it even happens, and that I got really scared in the last couple of days about surgery and photos of that surgery.

I would see how when I feel pain physically, my mind jumps up and starts working on it ASAP to find relief, and a conclusion, and an answer. This is sort of natural. It’s part of biology.

I turn the thought around: it is a good thing that I responded the way I did? That I reached out for support?

Can I find that to be just as true?

  • I should have jumped to conclusions
  • People are NOT worried for me unnecessarily
  • I’m a regular human nervous ninny sometimes
  • I’m receiving support that I do deserve
  • What an in-touch, aware person, this pain is important, I should have realized exactly what I realized in the last few days
  • I did not overreact
  • People are giving me attention I’m worthy to receive
  • People are already helping people in greater need (I’m not keeping them from that)

Can I feel what it’s like if I didn’t have the belief that I was mistaken and being mistaken is BAD? Something to be ashamed of myself about?

“Thoughts are like the wind or the leaves on the trees or the raindrops falling. They’re not personal, they don’t belong to us, they just come and go. When they’re met with understanding, they’re friends. I love my stories……..

……I love how the mind changes. I watch it and am steadfast in that delight. I love the sweet movement and flavor of mind changing. I move as it moves, without an atom of resistance.” ~ Byron Katie in A Thousand Names for Joy

You never know what is going to happen. Up, down, left, right, life, death, forward, backward, coming, going, injury, healing.

Whatever you thought or said yesterday is sweet, was right at that moment for you and for everyone.

And now is a different day, with new thoughts. A new sweet movement and flavor.

Much love, Grace