Monday, May 7, 2018

On Big Girl Friendship 

Wow!!! What a week. We spent Saturday reconnecting with my college roommate, my maid of honour and her 2 boys. She later came out to Kingston’s first two games. Then in Sunday I made phone calls to friends who didn’t even ask questions as they took BOTH my boys for sleepovers on school nights. And then during a particularly stressful work week,I could see who was there to lift me up. I’ve had moments of absolute "this is why we’re friends". There is beauty and grace and ease in these friendships.


And here’s the thing, I have always found friendship a challenging road to navigate.

I was a very shy little girl. I was an only child and I was acutely aware of my "only-ness". From a very young age, I felt like friendship was a game and I didn’t know the rules. So I simply kept to myself.

I was blessed with a couple of beautiful friends during high school. Sadly, those were also some of the hardest years of my life, which made investing in those friendships a difficult task.

By the time University came along, I had endured enough to believe that people weren’t worth trusting or investing in. My years in University were spent knowing people four months at a time, based on who I shared a class or an apartment with. I moved from one year to the next with very little attachment.

Having said that, I was a great rescuer. Give me your broken pieces and I’ll give you what’s left of my soul. I thought if I could fix everyone else, my own fractured self would get healed along the way.

I came to discover that life doesn’t really work like that. No amount of sacrifice to someone else’s pain would lessen my own deep wounds.

Trust me, I’ve tried.

Very recently, a long time friend pointed out...no SHOWCASED PROUDLY... that I have "been broken for a long time and sinking and taking everyone down with me". This call out was earth shattering to me and rocked me to me core. Her candor and anger has forced me to dig deep into who I am. 


I have found the strength and the courage to look at my own bleeding heart...here's what happened...

My heart had changed, but it was still pretty scared of other people. It was still afraid of being rejected. It still wanted to hide from any potential hurt.

And because of this, I got so consumed with trying to BE a good friend…that I didn’t really notice if I HAD a good friend in return.

MIn case you're wondering...this realization hurts.


A LOT!!!!!

So last month, I decided to become much more intentional about friendship. To pay attention. To notice. And for the first time in my life, to select.

I’m not going to lie. This was hard. When you've been driven by approval and acceptance, putting on the brakes can make your flesh physically ache and the tears flow indescrimantly. 

I took steps back from people that I thought were close friends. I opened my eyes to notice people who weren’t really friends at all. And I sat through a lot of really uncomfortable feelings again.

It was lonely and painful and involved a lot of new grieving in various ways.

It still does most days as I think of how I might be letting people down.

But I have spent so much of my life just wanting to be chosen, that it never occurred to me that--I too--got to choose.

I was allowed to choose people whom I could trust. I was allowed to choose people who truly cared. I was allowed to choose people who would support me as much as I would support them.

I was allowed to choose people...who also chose me.

And that doesn’t mean that every friend will last a lifetime. It doesn’t mean that there won’t be challenges along the way. It doesn’t mean that you won’t get hurt in the end.

It means that you're worth something.

Your friendship is worth something.

Your beautiful heart is worth something.

So choose people who choose you.

<3

Sunday, April 29, 2018

On Letting You Down 

Confession: I have this super raw insecurity about letting people down; about not being good enough. It’s an insecurity that has crawled deeper into my soul and grown very strong roots over the last three years.

I can remember having sitting at Crabby Joe’s with a work colleague a couple of years ago and while sitting across from them over a drink, a curious smile suddenly spread across her face... 

"You’re much more soft spoken than I thought you would be," she said.

"Really?" I asked "What were you expecting?"

"I’m not sure" she replied "but there’s a gentleness about you that I wasn’t anticipating."


Disappointing others is an insecurity that I’ve struggled with for a very long time. And then the internet happened and made that insecurity a hundred times worse!

Because people come to my blog and stumble across my words on FB.  They read my stories and they feel my life. 

Then they fill in the blanks.

They take all of those empty spaces and paint a picture of who I am in between.  

Sometimes it's this super social girl who says all the right things at all the right times. Sometimes it's a girl who walks into a room and parts the crowd like the Red Sea. Sometimes it's a girl who turns everything she touches into gold. And often times, it's a girl who becomes the best friend we all wish we had.  This week I realized there were people that wanted me to follow suit;  present the party line; to play their way. 

So, when people meet me in person or get to know what I actually stand for, they realize I’m not any of those things…a subtle shift in their facial expression occurs.

That’s when I realize that it's happened. That I’ve let them down. And it makes my heart hurt.

 I’m actually a girl who is super uncomfortable in big groups of people. I’m a girl who has felt invisible for most of her life and still does to this day. I’m a girl who often feels really insecure about the words that she writes and the person that she is. I’m a girl who needs to hear my own stories as much as I need to write them. I’m a girl who is really shy and really self-conscious and most of the time, I just want to belong.

This week I quit. I quit something I felt good at. I quit something I felt good at. I quit something because of my own insecurity. It felt like an awful break up and the tears flowed for the past 3 days. 


There is something about this vulnerability and incongruency that throws people off.

Because I’m not larger than life. Nor did I ever hope to be.

I’m not always a very good friend. I’m not always easy to love. I’m not always confident in who I am or what I do or where I’m going.

I often feel left out and not good enough and a burden to other people.

But none of this seems to fit well with the people that rely on me. In those empty spaces, where words can’t fill the spaces, I can only stand in front of my friends in naked vulnerability and hope that see who stands before them. 

So it leaves people disappointed.

And I’m sorry for that.

I’m sorry because I can only be who I can be at any given moment. I'm sorry that it's often not a person who is as strong or confident or grounded as you think she is.

While my insecurities still haunt me deeply, I'm honoured to be the person you've allowed me to be here...but, at the end of the day, I’m still just a girl…writing herself into wholeness. Hey 

Monday, April 2, 2018

On Becoming the person you’re meant to be 

This weekend I had a moment where I looked at K on the ice and said "Shit. When did that happen!"  My sweet boy looks taller. He speaks more maturely. He loves more fiercely yet selectively. He skates faster and eats more. FFS the kid has abs!  He’s also been waking up lately because his limbs are sore. He’s grown an inch and a half over the last couple of months. His clothes don’t fit, his shoes are too small... but he’s growing into the person he was always meant to be.


But his body is literally aching in process!

Because growing can hurt.

As we spent this Easter with friends that feel like family, but decided to not see biological family I felt I needed this reminder too.  I need to remember this as I endure growth in other ways; that I am becoming more of the person I was always meant to be.

It may not feel like it through the pain of navigating a tense family drama or through the restlessness of setting boundaries or through pushing past your own limiting beliefs, but change is happening.

Growth is happening.

Sometimes that growth is going to ache. Sometimes it’s going to be uncomfortable. Sometimes it’s going to keep me awake a night and make the tears flow. Sometimes it’s going to make me feel like I just want my mommy. 

But whether we know it or not, my son and I are becoming stronger right now. 

Quietly...subtly...deeply.

And when all is said and done…something amazing is happening...

Through the pain we are becoming the people that we are meant to become. And there is beauty and grace in that. 


Monday, January 1, 2018

On The Power of Reflection and Renewal

I can’t help but look up tonight. To patiently wait for the new year to sweep over me while the old one drifts away. I can’t help but reach up and try to touch all that awaits.


It was the year that took my soul and stretched it in a thousand different ways. My soul was molded it into something new.

It was the year defined by relationships and by grace.

It was the year in which I started to see my value; as a teacher, as a friend, as a mother and as a wife. I began to see that finding my way in this life is entirely possible. 

It was the year that I realized meeting people is better than chasing people and that my own opinion of myself matters more than someone else’s opinion of me.

It was the year I discovered what is truly worth fighting for and it was the year I realized that one of those things was me.


It was the year I made some beautiful new friends that are clearly meant to be in my life. I also found peace and grace in letting go of relationships that I had high hopes for but, for reasons that are beyond me, will never bring positivity to my life. 


It was the year of walking through my family’s challenges and my family’s pain...and my family’s renewal. We looked heartache and resentment and lies right in the face. We felt uncomfortable in the conversations but we grew and learned the most profound lessons. 


We learned that LOVE ALWAYS wins. 

We learned that there is nothing that we can’t solve when we are together in love and honesty. 

It was the year of heart wrenching obstacles and unexpected joy.

It was the year of bright, new futures and painfully hard pasts.


It was…the very essence of life.


I think there are often times when we desperately wait for the day to come when we can bid farewell to the moments that brought us to our knees. We want to shut the doors and turn our backs and close our eyes. And that’s okay. But before we do that, let’s not forget what it all means…

We did it.

We endured and we surpassed and we survived and we conquered and we fought and we climbed and we reached and most of all…we lived.

The year may have been hard for some of us. The year may have been more than expected for some of us. The year may have been an immense struggle for some of us.

But please, my beautiful, resilient, strong tribe, please refuse to let this last night pass without recognizing what the year has shown you…


You were stronger.


We all were.


Tonight, may you breathe deep. May you love hard. May you wish well. 


May you look up as a new year passes through time and may you always let it remind you that whatever came your way this past year, you came at it with even more.


<3

Saturday, July 22, 2017

On Weeding My Garden... On Friendship...

I was talking with a "friend" today.  I was reminded of all the times we confided in each other, laughed until we cried, and supported each other.  I would have done anything for her.  In fact, there were times that I did go the distance in support of her.  After our conversation today I was left feeling heartbroken and insecure. Then a song came on that reminded me of our fleeting but powerful friendship. We were friends for a short while…until we weren’t anymore. Something happened.  The relationship was lost, and sometimes, I miss it tremendously.
The piano playing during the second half of the chorus is one of those times when I miss her.
I used to think that I was good at friendship. I used to think that I had something to offer. Until an avalanche of hurt came along and buried this belief I had about myself. Until I was left holding broken pieces of everything I knew to be true. Until I let seeds of self-doubt slip between my fingers and cover the ground beneath me.
Eventually, the seasons changed, as they always do, but those seeds began to grow and weeds began to rise. Those weeds slowly wrapped themselves around my limbs and ultimately, they tied me to a new truth; the one that said I wasn’t worth anything as a friend anymore. The one that said I had fallen short of being enough.
I have struggled to navigate my way through friendship since I was young.   I have struggled to stand strong in friendships. I have struggled to trust them. I have struggled to believe that I deserve them.
And then, there are days like today…
A day when the ground is soggy and the earth is rising in growth. It's the type of day when the temperature is warm but the overcast sky gives you shelter from the heat. It's a type of day that is clearly summer but provides you with the excuse to stay in and reflect. It’s vulnerable and messy and raw. It’s the type of day that makes my emotions run wide and my memories run deep.
For a long time now, I’ve stared at the footprints around me and counted each one as a mark of failure on my part. A mark of inadequacy. A mark of rejection.
And on many rainy, muddy summer days, I notice those footprints of failures and lost friendships. They are the imprints of everything I couldn’t make right. But today, I also noticed something else; I noticed that I hadn’t made any footprints of my own. Because I had never moved. I had never stepped forward. I had never walked away from the pain and the hurt.  I just kept letting their demons consume me.  
When others were done punishing me for my failure, I have always simply picked up where they had left off.
Today's realization and reflection; today's hurt, made me wonder…how long can any one person remain entangled in a truth that someone else hands them?
Summer is about beginning and growth and vibrancy. It is about claiming your rightful place in this world. It’s about rising from the ground and standing tall in honour of who you have fought to be.
It’s about changing and standing strong in the heat of the sun and in the thunderstorms that follow the intense heat. 
I’ve decided that I would like my Summer of 2017 to be about untying myself from the weeds that have held me hostage.  It will be about forgiving everything I was never able to be.  It will be about hearing that beautiful song and knowing that I did the very best that I could with all that I had for my friendship. It will be about weeding my garden and ridding of the insidious roots that tell me I'm not good enough.  I will stand tall and strong knowing that I will always go to any lengths for the people I love, but I won't allow them to tear me down in thunderstorm of their turmoil.  
Because, in our frailty of being human, we will end up failing others. But, when we don’t make footprints of our own, we will end up failing ourselves.

Saturday, March 4, 2017

On What I'm Begging From You... On Invisible Illness

***In my life I have watched as several of the people I care about must have suffered and even died from an illness that no one could see. This one is for those whom suffer from invisible illness. For mom. For Krystal.***


Let me tell you a story; one that is close to my heart, but admittedly from my own perspective, not the sufferer's. I'll do my best to convey the sentiments although I may have it all wrong. 

Imagine for a moment.... you're excited for a weekend working at an awesome outdoor concert festival. You'll be surrounded be fun-loving people, music and your passion. You'll laugh and be the life of the party and make everyone feel like a million bucks. You'll take some awesome selfies, probably post some SnapChats of the fun from your perspective. After all, that's who you are. 
Then mid way through the first afternoon you notice that you're losing feeling in your lower half. Weird. Onward. Selfies. Snapchat. Belly laughs. By the evening you can barely walk as you can no longer feel the steps you're taking. You use the washroom only to hear yourself urinate but feel nothing. Concern. Confusion. Snapchat. Insta. Sing a song. Maybe it's time I head to the hospital!

4 weeks later you're still in the hospital. They've tested and prodded and made conjectures. People has visited and speculated. Flowers are sent. Worried loved ones are frantic to help you. The worried phone calls and text are frequent. Snapchat. Selfie. Laugh and play all while laying in a hospital bed unable to feel your legs. Finally, a doctor gives you the diagnosis.  Multiple Sclerosis. Your brain has lesions on it that on the bad days will cause you immobilizing pain, on other days will cause to feel nothing in your extremities, on other days you'll have some grace and feel mildly better. The myelin that covers your brain will continue to degenerate. They will try to mitigate your symptoms with daily injections that invade your skin to the tune of 8cm into your flesh. Snapchat. Send a joke, laugh, make new friends in the hospital bed. 

It's now been 7 months since the diagnosis. The months have spent searching. You have searched for the right medications; searched for the answers to how this illness is affecting your brain; searched for connections and relationships. Searched for the "you" that was there days before your 30th birthday. Some days you find the answers and you celebrate! Most days your search yields more pain, confusion, loneliness, more fear, more needles -- more reality.

Laughter....

Snapchat....

Selfie....

Dancing....

"You look so good. I had no idea...". 
"But you seem to be so happy. Are you sure you're sick" 
"You're so positive and strong" 

Each time she is told that she "looks good" or "looks like you're ok’ by people who have little concept of even the lengths she has gone to just to connect with them at all, it carries with it an additional pain of appearing ‘well’ or ‘normal’ despite how awful she actually feels.

Our culture does its best to ignore the existence of illness, especially when that illness is chronic, invisible, complex and as a consequence doesn’t fit inside the mainstream idea of what ill-health means or apparently ‘looks like’. Instead the focus is on the beautiful, the youthful and the healthy, as if in denial of pain, illness, and suffering. Mainstream media also seldom caters for those with ill-health, disability, limited mobility or pain but exclusively the ‘well’ population. She is expected to wear her illness on the outside all the time. Ironically, despite your discomfort with her pain and your wish for her to be "normal" again, you expect her to let this disease take her good days. You see her on those good days and wonder if she's really sick at all. After all, she looks so good. She doesn't let the pain and anguish of the past 7 months swallow her.  She refuses to let the uncertain future fill her with despair and darkness. 

When you live with a condition that defies others’ ideas of chronic illness or cannot be placed neatly in a box, sadly it’s often the sufferer who is expected to explain and even defend the very symptoms that thwart their very existence. Living with constant pain, needles to ease that pain, fatigue and even the mental health issues associated with chronic pain and life-altering illness, means that her life is already full to the brim with challenges. Yet her inability to ‘be well’ coupled with looking healthy presents further challenges, from being disbelieved and poorly treated, to being judged or repeatedly advised on how to ‘heal’ herself.


The biggest grievance I have is that those around her, even the ones that care the most, often do not believe what she is going through is real because to others she “looks good.” She laughs. On her good days, she tries her hardest to make sure that this disease doesn't rob her of her sense of self and her charismatic personality. On her bad days, she suffers in silence barely able to get out of bed while the depression and anxiety of her sudden universe-shattering diagnosis threaten to consume her. Sadly, this makes her feel as if she are being called a liar. 

Ironically, those with chronic conditions would like nothing more than to gain complete control of their lives and not have to adjust to any limitations at all! Nonetheless, their bodies do not always cooperate with their desires, no matter how much they want it to. 

I beg of you...celebrate her good moments with her.  

Sunday, January 22, 2017

On Being Right

Last month, during these very same cold winter months, I reached out to a friend. I sat across from her in our local pub, my eyes fighting to look up from the floor and I asked her for forgiveness.

Several months ago, I had hurt her. She had hurt me. 

It was because of something that I did but more importantly because of something that I didn’t do. I stayed silent when she needed my voice. I stood distant when she needed my strength. I cowered away when she needed my bravery.

Last year, I failed my friend.

I failed her because – sometimes – our quiet nothings can do even more harm than our loudest somethings.

Last month, when I finally found the courage to let my eyes meet hers, I felt every ounce of my humility rise within me. I felt everything I had done and everything I had failed to do. And I felt the only two words that were left to be said…

“I’m sorry”

And as the words came out of my mouth, I felt that tear form in the corner of my eye; the tear that you try to hold back. The tear that so often marks the beginning. The tear that sometimes means the end.

My friend reached across the table to me, grabbing my hands in hers, and quietly said “It’s okay, Nat! Let's forgive each other”

My two words had somehow torn down a wall between us. My two words had brought us closer together. My two words had set us both free.

We spent the next little while acknowledging our pain and asked forgiveness for our collective wrong doings. We put all of our honesty and all of our vulnerability and all of our frailty on the table and together we built something with it; we built our new story.

I reflect back on that moment a lot because it was one of my greatest lessons in humility. It was a lesson in what it meant to just say, “I was wrong and I’m truly sorry” and to allow someone else to hold that truth in the palm of their hands.

It can be a really hard thing to do sometimes.

But I think that the world breaks a little bit every time a relationship is lost to pride. When we don’t allow ourselves to break open...the entire world breaks around us as a consequence.

Every time we choose to be right instead of choosing to be happy, something is inherently lost in the struggle. And, eventually, we all end up losing. We lose our integrity; we lose our connection; most of all…we lose each other.

And the thing of it is that we’re just imperfect people loving these imperfect relationships.

We are filled with insecurities and hurts and a whole bunch of bruises we’ve gathered along the way. So we tend to break things and lose things and take things for granted.



We can also fix things. We’re really good at fixing things.

Sometimes we take the broken pieces of our hearts and tape them back together again.

Sometimes we hurt and we wait and we love until the gaping holes inside of us begin to heal.

Other times, we sit quietly in a room together with the only two words we have left to say.

“I’m sorry”

And, if you’re really lucky those two words just might be enough.