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.

No New Friends

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Always searching for the truth

Have you heard Drake’s song “No New Friends…?” The message in this song is; due to Drake’s newfound fame/money flush existence, he’d like to keep newcomers, with unclear intentions out of his inner circle. It seems that he has an existing group of confidants and is not looking to recruit “new friends.” He proclaims, on repeat, that he only stays down with “my day one ni**as.” I contemplate this idea as a 38-year-old mother and not a famous, 30-year-old rapper. It is amazing the parallels I can draw from this notion of “no new friends,” both as the one wanting to be the “new friend,” and the one who feels most comfortable with my “day one”’s.

The difference between Drake and I, and clearly there are a few, but for the sake of keeping this succinct, let’s just point out the obvious. I am a non-famous, woman, who can rap, BUT, my daily life requires the more mundane tasks of preschool drop-off and various forms of cleaning. Thus, my social life is likely less volatile and/or desirable. However, making friends as an adult woman/mom has a similar theme to a famous rap crew.

You see, the woman who have been in the same mom-gang since their kids where born, or moved into their current neighborhood at the same time as said child’s birth, have developed a desirable ‘crew-life.’ For these crews, geography, life circumstance and general social classes aligned for them from the get, thus creating a friend-making all-you-can-hang-buffet. And now that crew is established, trying to join can be tricky, if not impossible. Is my “groupie” “rap crew” analogy making any sense?

I find myself on the in and outside of the “no, new friends,” motto. I’m on the outside as I’ve entered a community after its creation, thus making me the “new friend.” However, I have my own close friends; they do not share my neighborhood or life circumstances, but they are my ‘day one’’s. And now I’m finding myself looking for “new friends,” while also proceeding with some pretty serious caution. I’m starting think that exercising such caution has been limiting my experience and leaving me consequently lonely.

It really doesn’t matter what stage of life you’re in, making new friends can be complicated and loaded with fear and land mines. Entering into a new group is really about your ‘box’. No, not your vagina… your packaging, your attributes that make you relatable. Think about your box, what type of packaging are you working with? Does it have a nice cellophane screen so that others can easily know what’s inside? Does your box contain enough room for the contents of your soul?

You see, your box is how others identify you. Your packaging is how others know whether they can or cannot handle you. So, if your box is the same shape as other boxes, you can join that stack!

I don’t have a box. I am box-less; Identity-less really. You may think, EVERYONE has to have an identity, but the truth is, everyone has a persona (likes, dislikes, conditioned preferences). I have never been defined by any one thing; I don’t really know my ethnic background; my social and monetary status is ambiguous and I have no singular talent. My likes and dislikes change all of the time, while containing a few intrinsic truths. But, I’m without a ‘typical’ box. I am unable to be categorized on sight. For me, making friends is a process that must be rooted in love, acceptance and authenticity…not always common when newly sniffing the butts of strangers;-)

The point of sharing this is to shed light on the complications of building true bonds and connections. It’s no one’s fault. Everyone is conditioned to align with those that feel safe, and can be defined or associated with familiarity. It is egoic and human to desire bonds that elevate one’s status and/or feelings of belonging.

I find myself in this new (neighborhood, son’s school) place in the life, where it’s as though I’m a bit late to the ball. I’ve arrived but everyone is already seated at their tables and engaged in a dialogue that began what seems like a lifetime ago. I’m also not exercising much bravery in my situation. I could find an empty chair, bring my truth to the table in order to find a community…but I haven’t. It’s the old “chicken and the egg;” which came first? Does the person hatch new opportunities in order to join a community, or do the opportunities hatch from being a part of the new community?

For now, I’ve assigned myself the task of entering into all social dynamics with an open heart and a conduit of love and peace. Maybe that’s how the community begins, with a core of energy that engages new people and draws them together for a shared experience.

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