I’m a giver, I enjoy being able to give to people. I don’t need much in return. Sometimes that can get me into trouble, in a relationship I might over compensate for the other person. In my marriage, I took charge of everything. My now ex-husband may have felt he could do less (and I felt he did) because I took care of everything. If it becomes to unequal, I can grow resentful. This is not good for me or them. In the last few years, I’ve gone through some traumatic losses which have been the most difficult in my life. I’ve gotten through it, grown from it and now have learned to catch myself before I grow resentful. I’ve got great stamina but that shouldn’t stop me from taking care of myself. I think I’ve finally figured out how to recognize when I need some nurturing, support and extra kindness.
The bigger thing is to be able to ask for help or nurturing from other people. When I got my first massage a few years ago, I could hardly hold myself together. I had attended a womens retreat and they had massages available and I signed up for 30 minutes. Looking back, I feel a little embarrassed but recognize it was a time for huge growth. The poor nun who provided the massage was wonderful despite my bawling on the table and going way over my 30 minutes. I had such a hard time allowing someone to nurture me, to touch me and give me support. I don’t know if I felt I was unworthy or what it was. The following year, I signed up for 60 minutes and only cried a little bit. I’ve had two more hours since then without tears.
In a few weeks, I’m going on another retreat at a retreat center run by nuns whose mission it is to provide hospitality and a place for retreats for people in need. That is me! We have passed an anniversary of deep loss, I’ve had to hold in some of my sadness to allow the room for another’s sadness. This I did out of love and recognition of how difficult anniversaries of loss is from my own deep loss from the year before. Trying to provide that space for grieving is so difficult when you have your own feelings of loss. Grief is such hard and heavy work.
I celebrate that I can ask for my nurturing even though it’s uncomfortable. I celebrate that I have the resources (time, money and desire) to find what I need.
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