The Roots of Resolutions

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January is over, the dust has settled on the new year hype, and I’m thinking about resolutions and how they will play out. The global rhetoric right now is saturated with messages of “clean slates,” and “new beginnings.” We all want “it,” that “clean slate,” a “fresh” start a place that feels unblemished with the mistakes and poor decisions of our past. I totally sympathize with wanting something “better,” every year, even if the will power only lasts a few weeks. I salute the energy of the resolution.

But heres the “thing,” how can we move forward into theses new, uncharted, “better” places, completely free of the ties that have rooted us in our current habits and behaviors? Can anyone really have a clean slate? Wouldn’t we have to forget everything about what and why we are who we are in this moment to really start fresh? Maybe…maybe not, I’m genuinely curious.

I’ve found myself in a internal struggle this week trying to begin a new. I was sick most of January making prioritizing my resolutions difficult. But now, when I start putting up expectations and labels such as “good,” and “bad” for my choices, I start to feel weary. My heart literally begins to ache as though to say “Really? have you no idea who we are? Are you so “bad” as you are today? Do you really need such a drastic change? Can’t we just continue to be kind and act with loving intentions and let the chips fall where they may??” My heart’s voice is becoming louder as I become more experienced and connected to my truest self and my highest good. So when it speaks, I know that I must pay attention to it’s message.

My point in observing resolutions and the behavior/desire associated with wanting to start anew, is, that we can’t really ever start over without honoring how we’ve “grown” in this spot. If I’m overweight and want to start eating better to loose said weight, I cannot simply start a new routine and use phrases like “responsibility,” “good choices,”  and “accountability.” I have to address what the weight represents both physically and emotionally in my heart and on my hips.  Perhaps I am padding my body so that it will go unnoticed to others, there’s a chance I stopped working out because I was feeling low and had no energy, and maybe I just ate whatever the fuck I wanted out of surrender to not wanting to care so much about my body for once…If  I don’t evaluate what my current state is rooted in, how can I really evolve out of the place? It’s not enough to want the clean slate, we have to want to get to the bottom of the “why,” maybe work on healing it (if necessary) in order to proceed with new connectedness, awareness and acceptance.

I write this because I see so many people, myself included, beating themselves up over unsuccessful attempts at change and resolve. But that whole idea of a fresh start is tricky…you can cut the tree down but the roots still exist under the foundation. I find myself asking the questions “what is this about?” “where is this coming from,” “what am I resisting, and why?” I have to ask and answer these internal inquiries in order to evolve my choices and behavior. You hear the phrase “you can’t teach an old dog new tricks,” I’m guessing most people assume that saying is a reference to age and cemented habits, but for me that saying illuminates how decisions rooted in old responses are hard to undo without a lot of inquiry and a loving eye. The word “teach” really means “expect to do.”

I used to look at myself in the mirror incessantly, consumed with my appearance, hoping it was good enough…but now I’m looking within, with a magnifying glass constructed of love, wisdom and curiosity. I know that any decisions, responses or reactions that may be negatively affecting my world are deeply rooted.

And here, ladies and gentleman, is what I’ve learned about a root system; some lie below the surface but can also be areal or aerating( growing up above). A roots architecture is regulated through a complex interaction between genetic responses and responses due to environmental stimuli. AND did you know that tree roots usually grow up to three times the diameter of it’s branch spread? What does all of this “root wikipedia” shit mean? It means that our sources are affected by our experiences as well our DNA and that roots are actually far deeper and larger than what they are supporting. So, understanding our roots growth patterns is really where we should start when we resolve to create a new experience.

If you feel stuck, maybe the place your in needs evaluating before you can “move on.” If your frustrated, maybe your exercising some serious resistance to change, is it possible there’s a lesson that’s not being learned? I’m just asking…I ask for myself for anyone else who feels like what is is not enough. I happen to think that what is today is more than enough and if you are breathing and alive, maybe start there, with gratitude. And with one small gratitude comes the next, and then some compassion for the stuff that you’ve been through and an internal hug or high five for being a human being, which can be really fucking hard some days.

Maybe resolutions have to start with taking a good look at what is, above and below the surface.

Happy New Year.

Love You, Love, Me: Hello Motherhood! Part 5

I just finished reading my old diaries from the pubescent era of life. It was like reading a very immature Jane Austen in the midst of an existential crises…and with horrible grammar. What stands out for me in my emotional hangover of diary reading, is how much love I cultivated in my heart every day. Love for boys who didn’t even know my name. Love for dysfunctional friendships. Love for hopes and dream that where rooted in fantasy and make believe. The words kept popping up over and over “I love…” this, “I love…” him, “I love…” that!

I realize now, I was desperate to create love in my heart to protect me from the fear and loneliness I was harboring. If I could create an imaginary romance with a person who I’d never be with, it would distract me from my turmoil and self-loathing.

I’m pretty impressed with my teenage self. She was always searching for the light in the depths of the shadows. She was pretty tough and spunky, always clinging to love wherever she could find it. She was also a self-centered brat, like most privileged white girls in suburban America. I can’t blame her, I think a journey through the “ME ME ME” period is necessary for our development and the amusing story telling’s of our adult selves.

But theme remains, how desperately I’ve always wanted to feel love. As I read, my first thought was, “what was wrong with me?” And like a flash, it came to me, I sought love on the outside as it did not live within.

This post is specifically about body love, however, as you’ve learned from my previous stories, the keys usually unlock inner doors. I could/can notlove my body while detesting who I am.

I was loved. My parents adored me. My friends thought I was great. Most of my teachers where charmed by my wit in absence of my homework…I wasn’t some leper who didn’t experience true human bonds. The thing was, I was not amused by myself. I was constantly tap dancing for everyone, even though it was not required. I never thought just being me was enough, because I didn’t know who I was. So that’s it…when you don’t know yourself, how the hell you gonna love yourself? (That’s a play on a RuPaul phrase, look it up).

I didn’t have anything to identify with; I wasn’t an athlete, I wasn’t particularly good in school, I wasn’t the prettiest girl…Without any discernable, marketable skills in adolescence, how does one find themselves? Their place? I still don’t know…It’s taken me close to 38 years to finally know myself.

I learned recently that not having an identity can be quite powerful, because if you can live without the attachment what you think you are (to yourself and others), isn’t that the ultimate freedom? How, as these infinite souls/beings do we live in one little box? That’s not to say you can’t celebrate your strengths and pursue passions of a specific aptitude. But what if we just lived without being so focused on one or a few things; like “I’m a mom, I’m a writer, I’m an amazing memorizer of song lyrics…” YES, those things make up my persona, but my soul is boundless.

How I’ve learned to love myself is by recognizing that my soul’s potential reaches so much further than my abilities or the amounts of people who “approve” of or “accept” me. My path of self-discovery and self-connectedness has lead me to this really peaceful place of just being. I just am…

So back to my body, my health, and those tactical tools I use to care for my temporary vessel. When I am fully connected to my truest self, my body is my beautiful home, no matter what the scale reads. If I am nourishing my soul, I’m also doing so with my body. When I released the stress of needing to look a specific way or weigh a specific number, ironically, my body started to shift; it was no longer carrying the emotional weight of self-hate, self-criticism, self-who-the-fuck-are-you.

When I could fully grasp the miracle of motherhood, of pregnancy, of growing life inside life, how could I hate that? How could I continue to look in the mirror and feel ugly when I look at the life my body helped to create as stunning? I simply cannot!

We live in a society where woman are constantly beating themselves up. I’m not saying anything you haven’t read before…we compare ourselves to the likes of 21-year-old super models and call ourselves fat as a greeting! Our culture of woman has grown accustomed to apologizing for their appearance “Hi, ugh don’t look at my hair, I’m a mess…”

We are the most magical fucking beings! WE ARE! And we are often valued by our youth and hip-to-waste-ratios…I’m so sick of it. I’ve surrendered to my imperfections and I would love to help anyone else find a way to share in that peace.

Now more than ever, we as woman, need to start loving ourselves unconditionally. If we can step into our power without fear, we will rule this world. We will take our future to places that are uncharted and likely pretty magnificent.

Self-love/body-love it’s all rooted in the same thing, connectedness and uncontainable, unconditional love. It’s not an easy place to find, but the first step is just wanting something more than a daily ritual of dissatisfaction. I deserved that, you deserve that. I pray you all find it in some way, and I send you my love.