“The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.” ~Albert Einstein
I had drawn a line so deep in the sand about who I was.
I was certain I was on my way to becoming a better version of me.
And then.
Water rushed in, softening that line, revealing that I was part of something much bigger than I saw myself to be.
Something much bigger than I could control myself into.
So many children grow up with circumstances far out of their control. Awful circumstances, such as divorce, alcoholism, drugs, and abuse. My home was full of tremendous amounts of love, laughter, and care; yet, I too had my own share of less than ideal circumstances that I longed to make better.
I never could.
By the time I was a teenager, I had a fair share of obsessive tendencies, mostly revolving around keeping things perfectly neat and organized.
Things got profoundly worse when a high school friend began to love me in a way I couldn’t return.
This situation amped up my need to control greatly.
I took the organizing, cleaning madness to a neurotic level. This, of no surprise, was also one of the ways how women in my family before me demonstrated how to gain control where we had none.
Fast forwarding just a short bit, I was in love, married, and making the decision to have our first child.
Love, adulthood, and motherhood gave me the ability and strength to began to dissolve some of these lingering controls.
Nonetheless, motherhood also gave me new reasons to gain control.
I now had a little being to care for, and my lioness self was driven to do it beautifully; perfectly.
New control took hold.
I started eating all the right foods, simplifying our life to the basics, and bubble wrapping ourselves in a safety net of health.
I began doing all the “right” things and looking down on anything not all natural.
Fast forward again.
I miscarried with my third pregnancy.
This came as a ridiculous surprise, as I believed I was doing it all “right,” and took much pride in my first two conceptions, pregnancies, and births.
After I went on to have a third child, I began to look around and realize how many labels I had given myself: stay-at-home attachment mother, homebirthing, homeschooling, breastfeeding, vegetarian, yogi, all natural, simple living.
I began to look around my beautiful, crunchy, progressive town we were now calling home and taking a look at how many labels others had given themselves.
How we were defining ourselves by what we did, not who we really were.
These labels help(ed) to the extent that they give us an identity that informs our choices and invites our surroundings.
Yet, I couldn’t help but notice that they also gave us limits and set us firmly in the center of a vortex, where we were in and others were out.
With these realizations, I began to unravel and dissolve this need to control myself to perfection. I began to realize that I was being held hostage. By myself.
I began to peel away the hardened layers that I had built and began to allow the light that lived beneath to come out, intuiting my way back to the sacredness and simpleness of who I am.
I traded eating perfectly for eating good enough. I traded practicing yoga for enlightenment for practicing yoga for movement and connection with my body. (Lately I don’t practice yoga at all.)
I quit the relentless worry that nearly everything had a horrible consequence, including chlorinated pools, birthday parties without organic homemade cakes, sugar, reusable diapers, and cell phones.
I quit judging myself for falling short, and started understanding that joy, memories, and a damn good time fills you with something that the “right/healthy” choice can kill in you.
Because, you see, when you decide to no longer be a person defined by all the conscious and mindful choices you make, you gain something remarkable.
You gain access back to your intuition that can only get lost when you are always trying to lead the way.
You gain access to the ability to stand with the shadow parts of yourself instead of running away from them.
You gain access back to presence and the ability to be in the moment, in the joy of experiencing the moments in front of you, without worrying if you are somehow failing yourself.
You gain an understanding that these things that you are labeled by are choices, not definitions.
And you gain access to the freedom to live this life fully, undefined.
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About Falan Storm
Falan Storm is a devoted Mama to three, a loving wife, and a writer who shares ways to live a meaningful, free and feminine life at falanstorm.com. She is the creator of She Cycles, an Ecourse helping women to eliminate the inconvenience and illuminate the wisdom of their menstrual cycles. She can also be found on Instagram.
Hi Falan
This was a really great, thought-provoking post. This line in particular really resonated with me: How we were defining ourselves by what we did, not who we really were.
I meditated on this for a moment after I read this, and it really struck me how true this is.
I think your experience of trying to do what we consider the ‘best’ or the ‘right’ thing can rob us of a lot of joy is something a lot of people can relate to . We believe these are the things that will make us happiest, yet, ironically, the pursuit of these things makes us so unhappy because of how much these choices can restrict our experience. We get consumed by these and it can be hard to break the cycle.
I found myself nodding along the whole time..this really resonated with me. Thanks for sharing your insights!
Freedom!!! Loved reading this today…I struggle with this as well and I’m easing up on the reins.
(I am not a mother, have an [addictive] husband of 27 years, care giver for past 2 years of elderly father-in-law who passed last month, lost a teaching job recently and have not been practicing yoga ‘on-the-mat’ for months now *due to health issues primarily and now by choice…at first I felt guilty, but now I see so many rewards. First, I’m no longer shelling out $108.00 a month for class, my body is healing, my mind is healing and it’s showing me (although subtle) how I need to come-back-to-myself and stop labeling good/bad, stop being “the good girl” and actually live a little, find laughter in every situation, forgive myself and move forward. I will return to my practice on-the-mat when ready again and I am okay with that.)
Wishing you peace in your journey.
Thank you,
Wendy
This is valuable insight. Our reality is that there is no line, and our lives are very fluid.
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Thank you so much Kelli! I completely agree with you too: “We believe these are the things that will make us happiest, yet, ironically, the pursuit of them makes us so unhappy because of how much these choices restrict our experience.”
I appreciate you reading and commenting. xx
Oh, absolutely Eric! Thank you so much for reading and commenting.
Thank you so much for reading and sharing, Wendy. Wishing you that peace too. Much appreciation.
“Softening” is a unique experience. Almost as if you’re boundaries were an earthen dam that the water just worked through and gently collapsed. You can almost feel your blood pressure go down and the lines in your face evaporate as you start to enjoy yourself. If you can do it without guilt, that’s the key.