Have you ever been caught in a habit that, although wasn’t necessarily that bad (as we all rationalize), just felt like it had to go? Well, I have been and I am so over it. I thought I had kicked the habit for good, but it has shown up in this blog and now that I look back to the past couple of years as a mama, it has shown up all over the place in our house and beyond as well.
It’s the nasty habit of saying yes just to please others (and consequently always putting other people first, obligingly.)
Oh yuck.
When I wrote about Making Space For Something Dying To Be Born, I now suspect that it has largely to do about that, my people-pleasin’ ways. See, I’ve had these tendencies growing up and it has led me to careers and a way of life that was just slightly short of becoming a doormat to serve the needs of the greater good. As you can imagine, this has resulted in an epic breakdown of sorts. Picture me snapping into hysterical sobs while driving my car on the way to see my spiritual advisor/pastor while telling everyone in my life to basically f*** off. I dropped off the face of the planet, flaked out on every responsibility I could and one by one sabotaged my friendships so I can retreat into a nice lonely cocoon all by my lonesome self. I just needed to breathe darn it.
That was about 8 years ago. And I’m still picking up the pieces.
Over the years, I’ve intentionally exercised my prerogative to say no to so many things just so I can regain some sort of sanity in my life. I truly had no clue where my boundaries were and slowly with the help of a wise therapist, my then boyfriend-turned-husband, and a really supportive group of people at the place where I worked, I started to develop my muscles for defining who I am.
Ironically, I realized that I no longer wanted to be in any professional ministry of any sort. I was done with missionary work, like I was done with the American Brand of Christianity, among many other things. I was just beginning to sort out my mess and figure out who I truly was.
And then I became a mother.
And you know how that goes, right? This journey towards discovering who I am Created to be and what Gifts I truly have to offer came to a halt as I focused the first year of motherhood on making sure that me and my baby at least survive. Yah, it was that crazy and beautiful all at once.
So here I am. Blogging away about all kinds of stuff without addressing directly this huge huge huge part of my story. Which is why I have often felt off-key somehow, or feeling like I’m spewing out all sorts of outrageously insightful stuff and yet there’s this elephant in the room stomping all over my wisdom and calling me a fraud. Because I’m not telling the whole truth.
Not that we always have to spill EVERYTHING, but context is King. And this is my context for this blog.
Which leads to all the fabulous and insane changes I’m going to be making here. Still with me?
(To Be Continued…)





















