Whether it comes from a “Protestant Work Ethic”adopted by the Western world or the American Dream Seekers defining themselves through their Productivity, it’s still here and it’s exhausting and outdated. We’re at home against our will and still we can’t just BE.
I think there needs to be a time, a moment when you have been productive enough. Being helpless makes people want to be in control of things. For me that looks like doing laundry, cleaning, and cooking. Knowing that I have fulfilled all my care-taking duties to the best and most of my abilities.
And then there’s a point when I need to just be a human being, not a human doing.
I need to read a book. I need to do a home manicure on myself. I need to light a candle and write in my journal. Anything that feels like I am being me, with me, and for me. These are the things that may seem indulgent or selfish but will fill my tanks instead of deplete them more.
When have we been productive enough? Is experiencing burnout and breakdown worth that much productivity. Or can we cease the self-judgment and self-bullying just long enough to enjoy just being ourselves. Enjoy being a human being for 15 minutes everyday. That’s the healing I think we all need to gift ourselves with. What other choice do we truly have in light of the lack of busyness?
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The holidays are here. I told my husband last night that I feel like a blender without enough liquid. It groans as it tries to blend the contents and becomes bogged down and then it begins to make a high pitch whirring noise as the blades are spin below the contents.
It is the nature of the time of year. This sudden burst of busyness feels a little like September after a hot lazy Summer. You can see it coming but you still feel caught unprepared. Except with the holidays, there’s production value to consider and scheduling snafus lurking.
I’m the sort of person who can not install my Christmas tree until the month at least hits double digits. And this year, I’d dearly like a different decorating theme. Good luck with that Shalagh.
But if Thanksgiving was any indication of how my Christmas will go, it’ll be smooth and lovely. I just need to make double dog sure that I spend intentional time this month taking care of ME. Because even though you are an event planner this month, you are the only one who can sit you down in a coffee shop with a friend for a nice long leisurely catch up. Hurry up and make that date!
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Why is it we think that we assume other people will suck? That they’ll be mean to us if we ask them for a hand or a hot shot. Why are we so surprised when we are rewarded with humanity.
I have recently noticed that when I present myself to the world with a glad and kind heart, a smile and a wave, and a little more confidence than I used to have, I am rewarded with the same. In fact, my kindness expands as I give it out. I touch them with the flame and they light up.
Kindness is the gift that keeps on giving. It costs nothing yet it is so valuable as it spreads exponentially expanding in heart after heart.
The final frontier for many of us is practicing kindness with ourselves. To be as gentle and compassionate as we would with an animal, with ourselves. That kindness is what the world needs most of all.
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And then I suffered an anxiety setback that set me reeling. I abandoned my aspirations and hunkered down to ride out the storm. And I took myself to the doctor’s and asked for medicinal help. Because pain is your body telling you that it needs help.
Why had I waited so long, I asked the doctor. He said “Stigma”. I had made it my goal trying to prove that anxiety can be conquered by therapy and creativity. And I was admitting I was wrong. I felt defeated and yet, once I had the medication cooking, I felt the hope of perhaps finally moving from a stuck place. And 9 months later, I was right. I have grieved my ego loss and moved on to what was beyond. Possibilities don’t feel like burdens of tasks I’m unable to do but rather hopes for a fun future.
Last year taught me that you have to do whatever it takes to take care of yourself. You have to ask for help and sometimes, give up and do something different. And you are the only one who can make the best decisions for you. Even if those decisions are hard to make. Because I think the hardest part of making a decision is making the decision. After that it’s just following through and seeing what happens next.
My wish for 2018 for myself was for perspective, safety, joy, inspiration, value, chances, strength, hope, and comfort. And “to live within my creative zone often enough to keep me joyful, true to myself, and to be able to appreciate this action and the interaction with my fellow people who know the truth of me.” I’d say that I fulfilled most of those intentions and then some last year. I feel creatively satiated and held by a growing community and I am trusting that I will take care of me in the coming years.
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For
a very long time, I had no permission to be myself. Seems silly
considering there wasn’t anyone threatening my life if I created. But
it felt like a NO No. A hidden shame. An act of treason and insanity.
Artists are crazy. You can only create if you have some sort of
degree in art. You can’t make money doing it. You will be stoned to
death if they find out what you are thinking.
These messages are deeply rooted in our history. We’re kept in check by fear of authenticity and failure. Our parents want us to be pragmatic and stay safe and they pass these inane messages onto us meaning well. We so quickly forget that we owe our existences to innovators and creators who stepped out of their boxes and found a new way to do everything.
I
read a quote online from Stephi Wagner, MSW. She said, “Please
don’t wait to ‘be healed’ to do your creating. Your creating is your
healing.” She further says, “Creating is an act of self-care.
Creating is an act of self-love. Creating is and act of self-healing.
You deserve to create because you deserve care, love, healing”.
How
can any of us believe we are so unworthy as to not deserve
self-healing, self-care, or self-love ? And yet here we are
controlling and bullying and punishing ourselves by holding back out
primary beings, our inner six year-old. They are joyful prolific
beings who love to be and see themselves emerge. And they deserve all
the love we are capable of coming up with.
So
keep creating and caring for yourself in all the ways that make you
feel loved. And I will too.
And
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My name is Shalagh Hogan, pronounced Shay-La. I'm the mother of a teen, a seven year-old, and I turned 54 this year. This blog was born in 2011 and my hope and joy as a writer, an artist, and an uber-creative, is that by sharing my journey of self-discovery, others will gain inspiration and permission for their own journeys.