So I asked God for a word for 2014 and He gave me two, Fully Alive. Sounds a little exciting, doesn’t it? I had visions of adventure, mystery and joy. Somehow Fully Alive (as opposed to dead) sounded exciting and happy to me.
So far though, Fully Alive has been TWO hot, messy emotional melt downs; being angry for multiple, ridiculous reasons that make no sense at all; experiencing a traumatic loss and walking through grief; being happy, joyous AND overwhelmed and feeling unworthy for ALL THE GOOD THINGS THAT ARE HAPPENING; and simply being confused. And since I’ve decided to be kinder to myself, there was also one brief moment of total brilliance that I really enjoyed.
And literally, as I am writing this, another bird just flew into my house. And he felt trapped.
And I feel trapped. Trapped inside a body that refuses to cooperate and just be fine. A body that won’t just sit down, shut up, paint on a smile and pretend to be happy regardless of what’s going on.
I am forty-five years old and all of a sudden I have emotions and they are whipping me around like a ride at an amusement park…minus the amusing part. Apparently I was born with them (AS ALL HUMANS ARE!) I just became very adept early in life at stuffing and hiding them. It really didn’t seem to matter to anyone else when they made an appearance. They were inconvenient and inefficient and so down they went. Down into the pit of my stomach where they hid. Until now.
They aren’t hiding anymore. They won’t be quiet and they won’t leave me alone. They don’t care how embarrassing, inconvenient and inefficient they are. They are coming out and are on full display. This really is some of the ugly part of life.
Fully Alive people have emotions. And they allow themselves to be human and experience them.
This is hard for a woman who wants to do her hair, put on her lipstick, tuck in her mess and say, “I’m fine.”
Well I am saying it right now, I am not fine. Fully Alive is hard. It means being vulnerable and living in relationship with others and engaging with them even when it’s painful. And it is painful. And messy. And beautiful. And exciting. And overwhelming. And worth it. (I am really counting on that last one being true because in this moment I’m wondering).
It’s 2014, I AM NOT FINE, but I’m Fully Alive.
Pray for my family, they look scared. :) I think they are wondering if Fully Alive might possibly mean Totally Crazy!