Showing posts with label Emotional Hurdles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Emotional Hurdles. Show all posts

Patience is Becoming a Virtue

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As I think about the different hurdles in my life and the different ways in which they have come I can't help but think that some of the most difficult ones to face, let alone jump, are the ones that come because of decisions other people in my life have made. It seems like when I have caused the problem it is easier to fix, or at least easier to accept. I can look at the situation and think about what I need to learn from it, what I will do different next time, and what I need to do to make it better. But when the trials come because someone I am close to has made a life decision that affects me it makes it much harder for me to adjust to, mostly because I don't get to control how or when it is fixed.

I once heard someone say that our biggest trials in our lives we either married or gave birth to. Anyone who is married with children can probably relate to that philosophy. As much as I love my family, learning to live with other people and accept the fact that they have their own opinions and way of doing things is a big life lesson, especially when their choices or priorities are different from my own. I think I must be a little bit of a control freak, or maybe it is human nature. But I know I have a tendency to want to push my husband and my children to do the things I want them to do, at the time I want them to do them. But when I step back and think about it, I realize that my Father in Heaven does not handle me in that way, and it must be disappointing to Him when I try to handle His other children in that way.

The only person I can change is me. The only actions I can change are mine. And the only attitude I can improve is my own. I have to allow other people that same opportunity. I have to let them make their own bad decisions and allow them to fix their own problems in their own way. Sometimes it is quite challenging, a big hurdle, to stand back and watch someone I care about suffer through a learning experience without trying to fix it for them. But how else will they learn? How else will they grow?

When I was younger my mother would always remind me that “Patience is a Virtue”, to which I always retorted, “But not one of mine!” But I really am trying to learn patience, to trust that when trials come through no decision of my own that there is a learning opportunity there even for me. Even if it is only to learn how to have patience with the trial, or to trust that God has a hand in it, and be patient with His timetable.

One of my favorite quotes is by Neal A. Maxwell. He says, “Patience is tied very closely to faith in our Heavenly Father. Actually, when we are unduly impatient, we are suggesting that we know what is best--better than does God. Or, at least, we are asserting that our timetable is better than His. We can grow in faith only if we are willing to wait patiently for God's purposes and pattern to unfold in our lives, on His timetable."


I think the most important thing I have learned with trials in my life, no matter the trial, our doing or because of someone else, God knows what we are going through. He knows and He cares. He always sees a bigger picture than we do. He knows what we need to learn and how we need to grow, and He patiently waits as we learn and grow. And if it is a trial that someone close to us needs to go through, He will comfort us while we wait. He is always there for us! I am so grateful for that knowledge, it makes the hurdles in life so much easier to face, no matter where they come from.


The "P" Word

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When I was younger I had a very messy room.   

I knew where everything was.  It was just messy.   

My mom often referred to it as my “pig-sty.”  Leaving me, therefore, a pig.   

My mom in her attempts to get me to clean it tried everything from bribery, threats and the occasional rewards.  I even remember coming home one day to find everything I owned in trash bags in the garage.  That is, everything that was not put away.  Which was basically everything.  This attempt only made me mad.  It did not ignite the fire in me to clean everything as I’m sure my mom was hoping for.   

This was the constant battle between my mom and I.  We always had a third guy that started it all.  My messy room.  These battles continued on into my high school years.  My mom would tell me I couldn’t go out with my friends until it was all put away.  That only encouraged my creativity.  My friends would come over and we would spend 20 minutes stuffing every bit of clothing on top of my bed where we would nicely make the bed over it.    My mom knew what we were doing.  But how could she argue?  It was off the floor, right?  She used to get so frustrated at my thinking.  Why wouldn’t I just take the time to put it away?  It took me the same amount of time to disguise it as it would take to put it away!  Stubborness?  Laziness?  

Perhaps.   

It wasn’t until I got to college and had a roommate who was an artist.  Yes Tallulah.  This is you.  I am no where near the talent she is in her artwork.  But I am in my desires of creativity and appreciation of art.  She would tell me that a messy room was a sign of creativity.   

That was it!  I wasn’t a pig after all!  I was creative!   

And then I got married.  And as I quickly discovered in my marriage, it was like there was a big, huge magnifying glass on every weakness I had!  I don’t know why that is!  Perhaps to help us learn more about ourselves.  And this worked.  I have learned more about myself.  I don’t know if it is my marriage or a cause of just getting older.  Or perhaps both.  But the reason behind all of it came one day…around age 30 as I was anal-retentively organizing my business office space.   

Perfectionism.   

I am neither a messy person nor a pig.  I keep a messy space, not because I am stubborn, lazy or a creative genius.  I am a perfectionist.  It is all or nothing.  It is either picture-perfect organized or it is the opposite.   

This was a major epiphany in my life.   

I was so THRILLED to discover the method behind my madness!!

Now the question comes: “Is this a curse or blessing?”   At times when my house is singing from cleanliness and every little thing has a home, it is a blessing indeed.  And most days it is my greatest weakness and a curse indeed.    

I’m sure my mom would be taken back to know the solution to our battles could have been solved by a well thought out trip to the Container Store and an investment of a few hundred dollars in some well planned and organized “homes” for my belongings.    

I don’t know why my brain works this way.  But it does.  If it has a home, I can rest.  If it doesn’t, “I will get to it.”  While in the meantime the pile heaps.  While I am sure there are many reasons behind this quirky trait, I have found comfort in knowing WHY I do the things I do.   

I guess the next part of my life will be in discovering ways to overcome this part of me that at times can be a curse.   

And while I am learning, I will repeat my motto of "It doesn't have to be perfect, it just has to be."  Maybe one day I'll really mean it.

Topic: Overcoming Emotional Hurdles

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My childhood was full of tension. There were eight of us so the house was full of fighting for physical territory, emotional support, and food. Being one of the youngest I learned quickly who to avoid and who to pick on. Often I found myself enjoying the sport of a good wrestle for the couch or the beloved remote control. Quickly these friendly banters turned to rough housing, screaming matches, and yes, a quick punch to any available body part.

My mom sometimes tried to intercept such situations by saying things like "Be the bigger man!" or my personal irritant, "You can catch flies better with honey than you can with vinegar." I wish you could hear her tone...almost like sweet goodness coated around a pill of "I mean business!" These attempts worked. I never wanted to let my sweet mother down, but as I grew (well into my 20's) I started asking the question...Why would I want to catch flies anyway? There are some people I don't want in my circle of friends! I know my mom said this mantra mainly to keep peace within the household but for some reason I over-nurtured my people-pleasing seed which has the ability of overshadowing my own needs if left unchecked.

My life has become dotted with emotional hurdles. Sometimes I soar effortlessly over these lumps of anguish. Other times I'm clawing my way up, hoping for a peek at the clarity that lies beyond. More often than I'd like to admit, these hurdles stem from my old vice, people-pleasing. After each climb whether it be easy or profoundly hard, I've come to realize that I have no time or room in my life for "flies." In fact, I think it absurd to try to catch people when they don't want to be caught. My older and wiser sister once explained to me that by spending so much energy trying to please everyone, I'm really robbing those I love and need me most. I'm too concerned by what others are feeling or thinking that I've exhausted my reserve. I've nothing left for myself or those who really love me.

So now I'm more picky about with whom I share my honey. And I'm trying not to feel guilty when I spit vinegar. Life is too short to be fussing over flies anyway! I just want to spend my love and energy on those who will appreciate it most and who will lovingly give in return.

I know of so many women who struggle with pleasing everyone connected with them. It's hard to stay grounded when you depend on the approval of others. Do for yourself. Follow what makes you happy. Realize it's okay to take a different path than everyone around you; it just might make you happiest.