Thorn writes awesome blog posts on the regular, but her latest one struck especially close to home for me: Self Respect: Come to Your Success. You should read it immediately because it’s frankly life changing and also the rest of this entry won’t make sense without it.
This part really struck me:
When are we not showing up? When are we avoiding our success? We aren’t late to meet friends for dinner, so why do we put off working on our novel? We aren’t late to our jobs, so why do we not get out of bed when it’s time to meditate?
I suck at showing up for myself. I really do. I’m more motivated than the average bear- if there is a strict deadline, other people involved, or it’s money related, I have my shit together like 95% of the time. But when it’s something non deadline related (my hearth witch book) or something that strictly benefits me (a regular magical practice, going to the gym), I suck super hard.
I’m not sure why that is or why I do this to myself. I am honestly and truly so close to becoming the person I want to be and when I get to the part that I’m just about to tip over the edge, I freak.
It’s true! You can ask Jow, Jason, Gordon or anyone who knows me in real life. Freaking sounds so . . .cavalier. What I really mean is I have an actual full on panic attack which renders me useless. I will often self sabotage in exciting ways like messing with my schedule which always gets me crazified or taking my pills late or skipping breakfast or a host of other not helpful behaviors which I work really hard at not indulging.
But there’s something about showing up for myself that has been problematic for a long time. I think fear is a big part of it for me. What happens if I accomplish everything I’ve been trying to accomplish and it changes me? What happens if it’s not what I’ve always thought it would be? Like it or not, I’ve been hurdling towards this for quite some time and I’ve been fairly successful in my efforts so far but I’m also struck with mind killing fear.
In Dollhouse, the dolls always ask, “Was I my best?” And we use that as short hand in our house because in like everything else, that is my perfectionist, apple polishing modus operandi. I want to be my best at everything right up until it’s about being my best for myself.
I saw this really amazing play recently with J. called Sleeping Beauty Wakes which is about what would happen if Sleeping Beauty has been sleeping hundreds of years and then taken to a sleep clinic and there’s this really awesome song that Beauty sings that’s called “Good for Me” which really describes my struggle with myself, Whatever I like you take away/ you drag me back from where I go/ you never listen to what I say/ whatever I want the answer is always no/ for my own good/ you lock me up in a padded room/ so safe I never feel a thing/ you tie me down in a silken tomb/ a perfect little princess puppet on a string/ for my own good/ I have a will that will not be denied/ I will be the one who decides what’s good for me/ you’re gonna see just what I’m made of/ I’ll find the thing you’re most afraid of/ Because I would rather die than live this way . . .
I need to ride the tiger and not let the tiger ride me anymore and I need to wake the fuck up. I think today after I do my magical household cleaning (which I have been a total slag about), I’m going to make some vows in front of my gods about showing up for myself, which terrifies me as I was taught through ADF/GoG that the gods do not fuck around about vows so you better mean them.
I need to.