I talk a lot here about goals and dreams and plans. Things I want to get done. Things I need to get done.
I realize that I have a definite inner voice (or critic) that I am constantly trying to please. Where that voice comes from doesn’t really matter anymore. Maybe some of us are born with it attached to our perfectionist gene. Maybe it is recorded in childhood from the voices around us – intentional, careless, or misunderstood language that we recorded as children and carry around with us.
Does it matter? What’s done is done. The past is the past and no amount of striving, obsessing, or analysis can change it.
All I know is that I have a choice. I can choose to continue behavior that doesn’t bring me peace and joy once I have identified it, or…
I can change.
What am I striving for?
For everyone who comes into or might come into my home to think I’m doing a good job as a homemaker, wife and mom? My family already loves me – just as I am with all my flaws and faults and potential. The love me even when there isn’t a clean towel or two vegetables at the meal (maybe especially then).
For the world to see me as a “real” artist? I like to make stuff. That should be enough – to create for the sheer pleasure of it.
For the world to acknowledge that I do enough, I am enough, I have enough…
Unrealistic expectations. Stupid even. This is not the first time that I’ve had this realization and I’m sure that it won’t be the last.
Affirmation from the people around you and the world at large is meaningless if you don’t believe in yourself.
What brought all of this on? Yesterday, I started feeling ill – reminiscent of my emergency surgery almost two years ago. I was scared enough that I went to the doctor voluntarily today. It turned out to be nothing significant.
I now think it was stress. I’m not good at relaxing. I suck at it. I always feel the need to be doing something productive.
I have a choice. I’m going to make the choice to start practicing doing nothing sometimes – Scribbling, coloring, staring, thinking, telling the voices to be quiet, just being. Decluttering my possessions is not enough. I need to declutter negative behavior and unnecessary stress also.
I imagine that this will take some practice.
I have enough, I am enough, I do enough.
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Visual artist playing with collage, assemblage and whatever else I imagine. Homemaker and homeschooling Mom of four children aged 10 to 24. Ready to fully embrace life and leave regret and fear behind. Each new day is an opportunity to love, create and live with intention...