Hi! My name is Nancy,
and I have no clue what I am doing.
The other day one of my Facebook friends posted something that
made me pause:
“Nothing
ever goes away until
it teaches us what we need to know.” - Pema Chadron
My first reaction was Sugar Honey Iced Tea! (That’s how I
used to swear when my kids were little, they finally figured it out when they
were teenagers LOL). Is that why I don’t lose weight? Is that why I
work for a crazy person and have a gawd-awful commute? Is that why I’m stuck?
Tell me what I’m supposed to learn, and I’ll ACE it baby!
The good news is, when I toss a question out to the
Universe, I usually get an answer.
The bad news also is, when I toss a question out to the
Universe, I usually get an answer. Ugh.
Clear as the “shouldn’t have when you’re 51” acne on my face
I realized: I’m not learning the lesson.
I’m not doing the work. I’m not
even looking at the text book.
If I had a nickel for every “Self-Help” or “Lose weight and
look awesome” or “Magic workout” or “Find your perfect career so you will love
your life” book that I have bought, and Sometimes read, but did not do the work
suggested, well I’d have at least $500.
It seems that somewhere in my brain, I think if I pay for the book, I don’t
have to do the work. Like some special
form of Osmosis, I will have work that feels like play every day, a yoga body,
and the emotional and spiritual grace to handle such wonderfulness – all for
just one payment of $19.99.
Being a logical, mostly mathematically oriented person, I
put two and two together and got oh damn.
Step 1 – Look at it.
I read an article this morning about someone who made
herself wear everything in her closet for a whole day at work once before
deciding to Toss it, or Treasure it. She
had some eye opening experiences: the classy expensive wool tweed shift really
made her feel dowdy; a colorful blouse she’d had for years still looked fresh,
and she felt good when she wore it; the distressed leather biker jacket had to
go along with her 20’s and going out at 3 AM to see bands. She would decide at the end of the day if the
item supported who she really was and how she wanted to be seen, or not. If it did, it stayed, if it did not, it was
tossed (or sold, in her case – I guess she had some pretty awesome stuff).
It occurred to me (thanks to the metaphysical dope slap) that
my closet is a metaphor for my life. Just
as I still have that fabulous patchwork and glitter vest from the 80’s in my
closet, I have habits, beliefs, personality traits that may have served me well
(emphasis on May Have) in my 20’s. Do
they still serve me, do they still fit me now?
When I “put them on”, is the person I see in the mirror someone I like
and respect, the person I want the world to see? Are there new things that I have not been
able to get because I had no room for them?
When I read something that inspires me, I like to share
it. Often, it’s not a concept that I’ve
accepted or accomplished, but one that I need to work on. Somehow saying it “out loud” even virtually,
makes it stick around a little longer, reminds me to look at it a little
deeper, with the nagging knowledge that someone might show up on my Facebook
doorstep and say: you know that theory you posted? How’s it going with that?
So I figured I’d drag you along, as I pick something, try it
fully on, wear it for a time, and see how it fits. I’d really like to hear your stories too, if
you have any wisdom to share, or empathy, or if you need some of either. Together we will figure out one by one what
is Treasure, and what needs to be Tossed – and then maybe how to actually do
that.
First comment ever! Which is probably fitting since if I remember correctly you were mine! Love the post! I think you put it perfectly! And just think...at the end of the treasure or toss phase...is the shopping phase! :)
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