Thursday, March 20, 2014

3/20/2014—Being Born Again and Again

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This week, this blog has addressed the stories we tell ourselves about our lives. The topic came up as I recalled an epic canoe trip I took with my dad when I was a girl. Until I recalled that trip, I had always told myself the story that I never had a special connection or memory with my father that was just between me and him. Thinking this was a sad thought. It was also untrue. 

As I look back on my life, I can see a lot of similar unfounded stories I've told myself. Because I grew up overweight, I never had the endurance for sports. So I developed a story that I wasn't good at sports. Many years later I started exercising and lost weight. Then I discovered that I totally have "the eye of the tiger". I compete against myself quite effectively, physically speaking. I found I was good at a lot of physical challenges I had told myself I couldn't do and would even go so far as to say I excelled at power walking—my long stride, focused mind, competitive spirit and newfound endurance fueling the fire. 

Writing this, trying to think of the stories I've bought into, most of them are really sad and pathetic...the kinds of things that undermine confidence and keep me "small". Today's blog isn't about feeling sorry for myself, though, so I won't share those. But I mention them because somewhere in the dark corners of your mind, you probably have similar stories. Whether they were told to you through the thoughtless comments of parents, siblings and teachers, ingrained in you by societal boundaries or produced yourself to explain or assuage places where you might have fallen short at one time or another, chances are good they're simply not true. 

Here's an easy one to tell. I hate peas. I find them disgusting. And if you serve me peas in something, I will go to great lengths to pick them out. When was the last time I ate a pea? Well, maybe 45 years ago. So there's this story I tell myself about peas that may not even be true. What's true is that I love split pea soup. And even now as I think of buttery, salty, mushy peas, I'm thinking they're not all that bad. But I have this story that keeps me from ever finding out for sure. 

The unfounded stories and "lies" we tell ourselves are not absolute. What was true at five isn't necessarily true at 51. And we can just as easily continue stories about things we like or do well long past their expiration date, as we can stories about what we don't like or can't do. 

And what does all of this have to do with Jesus rising from the dead? In every moment of every day of every year of our life, we have an opportunity to be reborn. Somewhere along the line, the atheist inside me died and was reborn as a very spiritual person. The self-conscious, woman was reborn as confident. The fat girl was reborn as a hottie. Then the hottie was reborn as fat again...haha. But none of this is absolute. 

Our stories often exist only to limit us. And sure, we all have limitations. But our limitations aren't nearly as broad as we make them out to be. Just because we're getting older doesn't mean we have to turn into our mothers. Just because we have a physical or mental handicap doesn't mean we can't be agile. And just because we're not good at something doesn't mean we can't pursue it as a hobby or even a career. Those things are stories. Most of the REAL limitations we have are things we don't even care about. Like I will never play for the NFL. Cry me a river. 

Other things, when you really look at them, just aren't true. Like I might tell myself I'll never have children (in reality, I actually don't want children, so this is a hypothetical) but that wouldn't be true. I could adopt. I could end up in a relationship with someone with children. A child might land on my doorstep from some unforeseen source (hey, it happened with Moses, right?). And as my recent female-cycle-that-shouldn't-have-happened-because-I thought-I-was-in-menopause proves, I may very well still have eggs left. God forbid. 

So rebirth isn't just a story you read about in ancient texts. When I think back over my life, I don't even recognize the woman I was at 20...30...40. I feel like I've been reborn, reinterpreted and resurrected countless times in my life. And while we're on the topic of Jesus, being "born again" isn't just for Christians. It's for everyone. And doing so is not "difficult", unless that's the story you're telling yourself. It's just an intention away. 



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15 comments:

  1. This is a really nice post because you're right, we do all have stories we tell ourselves about who we are, what we do/don't like, what our role is in our community or family, what we're capable of. And oftentimes they are so subtle we don't even realize we're telling them. But recognizing them and then letting them go, or challenging ourselves to move beyond them, is such a powerful transformative experience. Posts like this challenge us to pay attention to them :)

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  2. Have you ever had that moment when you heard just the right thing, at just the right time? That was this article, for me, today! Thank you so much for this little bit of inspiration. If I could hug you from NY I would! :) xo Bridgett

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    1. Yep, Bridget, that triggering question at just the right time. We create such cool things for ourselves, don't we? I'd still be a complete idiot if I hadn't had those moments, and those people brave enough to ask the question.

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  3. I see a lot of clients for "anxiety" (in my other world as therapist) who really are just prisoners of their own stories. The realization that the problematic boundaries are really of their own making is huge, but difficult. It totally reminds me of the 8 of Swords Card. Great post, as always!

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  4. I really enjoyed this post. 'It's never too late to be what you might have become' - perfect!

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  5. Thanks! The quote is from George Eliot, the 19th century female author with the male pen name. I forgot to attribute it. This was a bit of a spill over from a post I made earlier in the week with the same quote. :)

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  6. Awesome post. I really enjoyed it and can relate to it. Really makes one think!

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  7. You're so right (says another pea-hater!) about unfounded stories and needing to let go of what's no longer valid. Thanks for a great post!

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  8. A very enjoyable read. And i promise you i won't sent you a truck load of peas:

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  9. Oh so true! A lovely, tender post....thank you xx (I love peas)

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  10. Thanks, everyone! And who knew so many people had opinions about peas! :D

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  11. Oh, yeah, Tierney. Been all those places. Thanks so much for the reminders of how many me's I've been!

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  12. A very interesting approach to the blog topic! I'll eat your peas for you. :D

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  13. I could definitely do with breaking out of some of my old stories just now! Thanks for the reminder, even if I am getting around to it a bit late ;) Who do I want to be now?

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