Don’t post THAT

We all love reading raw material. We love those who share their vulnerabilities. We admire those who pull skeletons out of their closets. Shoot, even the chewbacca lady became famous quick. She was willing to share her real and totally dorky moment of laughter with the world. Viral. She went viral. We admire confessions. We love testimonials.

I love my momma. I do. We’ve had an interesting relationship, but lately we’ve at least been getting along. We talked the other day and she advised me by saying, “Don’t post THAT.” See, she’s aware of me sharing my ED journey on my blog. She’s aware that I share honest moments of life online. When she thinks of the opinions others will have of her daughter, I’m sure she wants them to be good ones; and what could be so good about her daughter telling everyone of her life struggles? Perhaps it makes her not look as good of a parent… Perhaps she’s afraid someone will hurt me when I’ve already put myself in a position of vulnerability. Whatever the reason is, she doesn’t get excited when I share personal details of life struggles. Yet, boy do she and my grandma like when I share my victories, but again- not the struggles.

To put your story out there, whether on Facebook, IG, blogging, etc. takes balls. To share it with your coworker, friend, or brother, takes courage. It takes guts to be honest about what you’re going through. To let others in can be super scary. True, they can hurt you. They can laugh. They can make fun of you. However, there’s also the chance of giving someone else hope. When I was beginning my recovery from anorexia, I scoured the internet just to find someone who perhaps was going through the same thing as I, someone I could relate to. Sharing life experiences can be radically encouraging because whoever you’re talking/writing to might think- “Wow, they’re just like me. I’m glad I’m not the only one going through this.”

Maybe you’re thinking, “What do I have to share? I’m just a stay-at-home mom.” Or, “What I’m dealing with is not THAT bad. Things could be worse.” Another thought could be,“Nothing exciting is going on in my life.”  

Trust me, there’s stuff you have to share.

Look, you don’t have to be a blogger to share your story. Any part of it. It just takes guts. You’re brave. Share. Inspire. Talk. You’ll be amazed at what happens when you share exactly THAT thing!

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Miss. New Ness

  1. A new car.
  2. A new home.
  3. A new relationship.
  4. Your first job.
  5. Fresher clothes.
  6. A new experience. That one— New experiences! We love them!
  7. Your first trip abroad.
  8. Your first kiss.
  9. The first trip outside of your mind.
  10. The first time you voted.
  11. A promotion.
  12. Your baptism.
  13. The day you bungee jumped, skydived, or rock climbed.
  14. Your first tattoo, piercing, and colored hair.
  15. Your first cellphone, time you sneaked out, or took a trip to the movies.
  16. The first time you got stung by a bee.
  17. Your drivers test.
  18. Your relative’s funeral.
  19. Your child’s first word.
  20. A birth.
  21. The list goes on and on and on.

There is something about humanity & new experiences! We tire of the old. We unfriend the familiar. We are on a chase for a new high.

 

However, what do you do the day that drive attempts to pull you South? What if you’ve already got something good going on, but you miss Miss.Newness? The chase- it never satisfies. In a relationship, the most memorable and “exciting” season for many people- is that of courtship. Why? Because so much is new. That’s why after a few years of marriage, the couple needs to “spice things up.” Or take buying that new car- notice that new car smell, but within weeks stop sensing such.

So what do you do to satisfy that insatiable drive? How many new things can you actually experience before the writing ink for your list dries out?

Good or bad, the “first times” and the new moments of our lives, we remember with admiration. I’ve been thinking for a couple weeks now, what is the solution for this search of ours? Is this phenomenon a part of our DNA or our character? Why such a drive?

There is something my friend did say that makes sense- she talked about doing things mechanically once they’re routine and how it isn’t fun to catch yourself doing that. So I conclude- We want to be connected with our hearts. The first time we ever do anything, we are full on into it, hard or easy. We are fully into it, because we want to do our best. Animals do not posses such a quality. The drive DOES give our human lives quality and pushes us to be our best. In that connection with our hearts, is the search for identity.

What do you make of the drive for New Ness?