Thank you all for bearing with me when I was ill. Sometimes our bodies demand rest in the form of congestion and fevers with chills, you know? Let me ease into this because I am still on the mend, but again, thanks for sticking with me.
You know those things you always mean to do but yet always forget? I always mean to join Emily’s Grateful Heart link up and somehow with all my planning, I miss it. I am thankful for creativity, the kind that runs real, true, and deep. This week, I am thankful for a body that knows me better than I know myself and God who knows my body better than I ever could. I am also thankful for this article based on a TED Talk by Elizabeth Gilbert. I have mixed feelings on Gilbert; I won’t lie to you about it. But this article spoke to me on so many levels. Here are just two parts that hit me particularly:
I mean, I had a conversation with someone close to me when I was still super raw from influence and I tried to explain the level of perfectionism I hold myself to when it really has a grip on me. And I was crying. It happened to be my dad since he was driving me to the city from the burbs on Sunday night (the conference ended Saturday night and I drove home Sunday afternoon). My dad is super successful but I don’t see him holding himself to a level of perfection that is unhealthy. And my parents never, ever demanded perfectionism from me, or anything close to it. So he was generously letting me process things and also trying to understand how deep these ugly roots have grown in me. Seriously: when I allow perfectionism to rule my world? There is no such thing as good as enough. Those words are actually the enemy. I would prefer not to do it at all. I’m being real. But then you’ve got the people pleaser thing happening too…anyway.
This idea was helpful to me and when I look back at my life: when I have been the most healthy mentally and physically (even with the illness) and where I felt that my creativity was rolling, I kept myself occupied when I couldn’t be writing or doing other things of the like. I drew a lot of things with sharpies, I am not ashamed to admit. If you read my two parter on mania (plus God and Grace) last week, you’ll know that it’s something I sometimes deal with. It’s not out of control by any means, but I know when my heart is pumping and my mind is going in a million different directions. So: numero uno, I feel less alone reading this quote. Actually, I feel normal. And numero due, it made me evaluate when I was most healthy like I mentioned earlier and I’ll be making adjustments to my life and getting some new sharpies because a lot of my stash has dried up.
Read the article. Let me know what you think.
P.S. If I owe you an email, a tweet, a package (Anne) I am so sorry for the delay. This also applies to comments! I literally had to go offline because my eyes were burning and I had the chills. I’m not 100% but I am getting there and I will get to everything. But I am also trying to balance this with the whole grace thing I talked about last week.
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