For years I was praised & rewarded for being and giving and doing anything anyone needed.
For years I stretched myself to just shy of my breaking point:
Working anything from 2-4 jobs to pay the bills
While completing my bachelors degree remotely (but still traveling back and forth to a major city for 3-4 days at a time every month)
While volunteering every other additional hour I had at our local church.
I was losing weight rapidly.
I was frequently sick.
I was anxious - and experiencing extremely painful and debilitating chest pain more and more frequently.
I angry, resentful & bitter.
On the outside I was the model church goer, basically embodying the checklist of requirements that was implicitly and explicitly given to us in exchange for what I was so desperate for: Those elusive feelings of belonging.
On the inside I was a completely different person… but a polished exterior can only get you so far for so long.
Sooner or later the mess on the inside starts to seep through the cracks, and as much as I tried to prevent that - one day mine did too.
That was when I learnt that what I was doing was far from selfless - sure, the actions checked all the boxes - but on the inside it was completely selfish, it was all about me and for me, basically exchanging labor for love, exchanging commitment for community, exchanging every fibre of my being for belonging.
My box-checking was motivated by fear - not compassion - and the more I allowed myself to be propelled forward by fear, whatever compassion was left inside me was being suffocated by comparison.
I was merciless and gracless on the inside, and I was starting to use the same standards of “never-enough” as my ruler on the people around me too.
It wasn’t until after an explosive emotional meltdown at work that I started to see the truth of who I was, and who I was becoming for what it was.
I was hustling for my worth, trespassing on the emotional property of the people around me in a desperate attempt to discover who I was, and whether or not I mattered…
Here’s what I learnt about “doing the right thing” - It's not about what it looks like outwardly, but what's going on inside. I did the right things, but for the wrong reasons. Its also not just about the actions themselves. It's also about the fruit that those actions bear. My outward “right thing to do” actions were bearing fruit of bitterness, jealousy, strife, anxiety, hopelessness, depression, gossip and illness.
We need to be so careful of what we call faithful. Good. Christian. Are we talking just about behaviors or about the orientation of our hearts? My good, faithful, Christian actions were putting men on a pedestal and my own belonging was my god. The beliefs that were driving my actions were completely devoid of love, faith, trust. I believed that I had to earn my place in the world, in my church and in heaven - I was completely engulfed in the quest for self-righteousness - I was far from grace. In fact, I looked down on grace, was repulsed by it even. How dare I or anyone for that matter rest in the truth that they are loved as they are, and that in Christ, they are enough - that whoever and whatever they bring to the table - in whatever condition - is all they are expected to bring.
My choice was simple - continue on the familiar path I was on, journeying on toward a lifetime of brokenness and dysfunction driven by fear… or choose a new one, completely uncharted, armed only with faith and the hope that on that new road toward wholeness, I would not be alone, and that there was indeed a person of value worth discovering out there. I would need a completely new set of navigation tools, deeply held beliefs, and as it turns out - new traveling companions out there, but my options were basically new and scary - or death.
I chose new.
If you would like to hear more about my story, and the tools/skills & wisdom I discovered and nurtured on my journey as a recovering people-pleaser - why don’t you sign up to receive the introduction and prologue of my new book, “The Hearted-Centered Woman’s Guide to Healthy Boundaries” - you can do that HERE.
Nurturing, nourishing and flourishing are best friends.
As women, we tend to loose ourselves in the nurturing and nourishing of the loves around us - but we NEED to make a point of not forgetting to pour some of that nurture and nourishment into ourselves too.
We are the carers, the nurturers of others - we pour into our littles and our sisters and our loves and we want only for them to flourish.
I’ve been thinking of those acts, feminine & maternal inclinations and I wonder sometimes why we have such a hard time accepting those gifts for ourselves, why it’s so difficult to turn some of that mothering inward. .
My developing and growing understanding of self-care is best described as self- mothering. The best Mamas make you eat your veg, go to bed on time and take a nap. They also give you ice cream for dessert, give you hugs when you fail, cheer when you succeed and always, always love you just as you are while being able to see what you are going to become.
My goal with self care is mothering. It’s to Instill rhythms of nourishment and nurture. Nurtured and Nourished Women are Flourishing Women. Flourishing women, nurture and nourish others.
Friends, sisters, mamas, daughters: as you nurture and nourish the loves around you. Don’t forget to pour some of that into yourself. 🌼🌸🌼
One of my favorite self-mothering tools/practices is the establishment & maintenance of healthy boundaries.
When you are watering & weeding everyone else's gardens - your own flourishing suffers and you'll have nothing to sustain and nourish you in the harvest season.
That is exactly why I put together my book - "The Heart-Centered Woman's Guide to Healthy Boundaries" - you can hop on to the waitlist here - you'll get an email with the prologue and the introduction in it (yes, your very own sneak peak) and an email letting you know how and where to grab it if thats what you want to do!
One of the most valuable lessons growing plants has taught me is that growth truly is a mysterious and miraculous force, it is also a pretty straightforward process. .
To flourish plants need sunlight, water and good soil. Yes, each plant needs them in different ratios but if you give them what they need, growth will do the rest. .
I think humans are the same. I see it in myself, my children and my people - we need the right nourishment, and we grow. Sometimes we put waaaaay too much energy trying to “Will” growth into being, we should focus our energy on figuring out what they are and then making sure the right conditions are met. This is true with basic human needs, it’s also true of our higher aspirations. .
I know my body needs nourishing food, enough sunlight, movement, connection with other humans, connection with God and a healthy dose of solitude to flourish. .
Yet, sometimes I am forgetful about this very basic fact of life and I tear out ahead of myself and I for example, don't eat for 6 hours, sleep for only 5 and barely drink enough water to fill two glasses... oh and don't forget how I wash it down with copious amounts of caffeine - thats a recipe for winning right there (JK).
I found myself alone in the park on a sunny spring afternoon this past Sunday. As I spread myself out on the handmade family quilt and looked up at the foliage above and all around me, I noticed how all the trees had suffered considerable losses after the arctic storm that just 6 weeks ago, brought all of Texas to a screeching halt. Usually by this time of the year, our spring is in full force but the delayed onset of our usual beautiful greenery was especially noticeable.
I noticed the buds and imagined how in just a couple of weeks all will be as it should. The leaves matter - but these older trees (way older than me even) had root systems way deeper than the freeze line, and so despite loosing some of their beauty, maintained all of their strength - and so their beauty would return - all I needed to be, was patient.
I wondered about how much of my energy over the past few weeks had been channeled towards my own "greenery" - fragile beauty for the world to see and enjoy, but so very fickle in the face of bad weather.
I thought about how, were I to channel that same efforts into the soil around my root systems, how much stronger, resilient and ultimately fruitful my life's garden would become.
I have a giggle at my priorities sometimes, but the truth is that I can examine them and figure out what I TRULY prioritize.
My afternoon in the park by myself was in of itself a last resort to nurture my roots for the sake of my foliage as a weekend of to few hours asleep and a generous helping of toddler vomit wore at my margins and I felt myself fraying at the edges.
My own commitment right now has returned to my roots.
The roots that will sustain me through the winter, the roots that will anchor me in the wind. No-one sees the work or into the world of the soil, but we notice which trees didn't survive the ice storm.
I wrote this after my afternoon in the park, I hope it nourishes & encourages your heart as it did mine:
Sometimes when the wind rises up against you and you feel it in your branches... they sway, it plays through your leaves, and together with your dead and decaying limbs, some fall to the ground.
Don’t mistake the movement for trepidation. Your trunk holds you firm, your deepest roots sleep soundly through the rustle.
The pruning is no cause for alarm when your roots are deep, and at rest. The loss you feel is not loss, but clearing and then gain.
Buried & unseen roots are what makes you strong and will keep you standing in the wind, not the celebrated foliage.
You’re beautiful in the winter. Naked, but still there.
You’re beautiful in the summer. Lush, winter’s faithfulness bearing its fruit.
Onlookers relish only in what they can see, and use, and enjoy.
What will you relish in? What will you tend to? Where will you throw your nurturing?
Towards the sky, where winds blow at your work?
Toward the earth? Where only you and the One who sees into the darkness can go?
Whose gaze are you tending to?
Leaves scatter in the wind. Deeply rooted, you’ll weather the seasons.
If you would like to dig deeper into designing, building and then protecting a life that feels like flourishing to you, why don't you head on over to a Facebook Group that I have created and moderate called: Healthy Boundaries for Heart-Centered Women - there are a ton of incredible free trainings like "Whose Life Is It Anyway? Getting Clear On Your Priorities" and "31 Things I've Learnt About Boundaries from the Bible" as well as weekly live trainings and Q&A sessions!
It's happened at least twice in less than a week...
I woke up today feeling the same, except this time, rather than my own voice ringing it my ears - it was the chorus of the folks in the cheap seats or the background of my life, the people I barely (if ever) interact with, but whose opinion always seems to float to the very top of my awareness... mostly at those high stakes "crunch-time" moments.
I spent a good part of my morning rage cleaning at the frustration I felt within myself. Almost like I was trapped inside my own head, pleading my case against the verdicts handed down, lording over me.
I literally watched (or heard?) myself going back and forth with them - minutes (nearly an hour) passing as I contended for myself against an imaginary crew of faces and voices all accusing me of realizing some of my deepest, worst fears.
Then suddenly, a beautiful moment of clarity...
The rational part of me must have come back online, and after watching the mental ping-pong finally spoke up...
"hey Lauren - I am pretty sure you're asking the wrong questions, and focusing your energy on the wrong problem..."
***Insert hard blinking here***
"Who cares what they think? Is that even your responsibility to manage?
"No its not ..."
"All you can manage, the only thing you have complete control over, is whether or not you're in agreement with them, with those voices... the rest is completely out of your hands... and not even worth your time or energy."
First of all - welcome to my inner monologue. ( I feel like we know each other really well now).
Second of all... that little exchange that happened earlier is a variation of what I realized last week too.
"You're a failure"
They produce an intense emotional reaction which in me is usually ANGER - but beneath that are usually more vulnerable emotions like sadness, grief and fear.. anger just feels more powerful...
Which is interesting because what I need in that moment - is to reclaim responsibility for and power over my thoughts and the judgements I am making or agreeing with.
I think one of the most powerful boundaries we can draw is the one around ourself. The one where we limit the access the voices, opinions and judgements of others have to our thoughts.
When we draw strong boundaries around ourselves - we can create mechanisms by which we regulate or control who is allowed in, and who is allowed to take up space in our thoughts and our emotions.
This isn't the same as avoiding or suppressing them - thats not healthy or helpful.
Its actually the opposite. When we take full responsible for how we think and feel - rather than sit in blame or judgement over others for what we are experiencing - there is a much greater and more powerful incentive to steward them healthily and responsibly - because we know that the buck stops with us - we might as well get on with it and get the job done properly.
The past week has brought into sharp focus how my mental boundaries need an upgrade - I am letting too much in, I am allowing too much to stay, play and mess up what is mine to nurture and lovingly care for.
Some questions I have found are helpful in this process are:
- Who is making this judgement about me? Why do they have this kind of access to my thoughts? Are they worthy of the space they take up here?
- What is a more helpful/realistic/healthy and TRUE assessment/reflection of who I am?
- How am I pretending that what I think/feel isn't my responsibility to manage?
- If I could do one responsible/loving/healthy thing for my thought or emotional life right now, what would that be?
How about you? What are some helpful ways you clean up your mental messes?
If you're curious about what your boundaries style is, I have created a quick and easy quiz for you to take... find that right here:
Additionally, when they're too long - it becomes a "can't see the wood for the trees situation".
Some people like to just start at the top and work their way down - thats a great strategy if you just want to do SOMETHING but, its not an efficient strategy and it does not guarantee that you will get to the end of your day feeling any less stressed or satisfied about how you spent your time if all you have done is distract or exhaust yourself doing things that aren't really important.
or asked differently:
Additionally, wasting it on priorities that aren't really ours or spending energy dealing with bitterness and resentment because we have allowed other people to dictate to us how we use it isn't worth it.