I am a sucker for the cute. This past holiday season was no
different. I fell prey to a small fern in a planter, all because it had a tiny Styrofoam
snowman accompanying it. Cute black hat. Cute black eyes. Cute carrot nose.
Cute red scarf around its wee neck. Impulse purchase because of the cute
snowman. Guilty. Done.
Even though I have killed every chia pet I have ever owned,
I bought the small fern. Done.
But what got my attention later, after my snowman giddiness
subsided a bit, was the image on the fern’s planter: a heart made from
the shape of hands. It’s like that pop culture gesture used amongst celebrities
like Justin Bieber.
“Guard your heart with all diligence.
For out of it flow the issues of life.”
Proverbs 4:23
Ah, a picture’s worth a thousand words. And I
saw just how often self-care was uttered on the side of that planter.
Heart in Our Own Hands: The Decision to Self-Care:
This is the first, and maybe, the hardest, step in the
self-care process: we need to decide we are worth it.
What’s that I hear? The sound of low self-esteem clichés,
marching to the tune of “Seventy-Six Trombones,” in our daily lives? Tedious.
Annoying. Intimidating. Inconvenient.
Each of us needs to decide we are worth the self-care, and
the messiness and the hassle involved. To illustrate this issue, please allow
me to pimp out our Calico cat, Glory. Spicy, unruly, veterinarian-hating,
Glory.
When we got her as a kitten, we had no idea how intense and
strong her will and temperament would be. And, of course, this education came
front and center as we discovered she was flea-ridden, incubating Ringworm, and
was rescued from a traumatic foster situation. Dosing her several times daily
quickly educated us on her “challenging” nature.
She was a wild creature, two pounds of writhing, infuriated,
uncooperative wild creature.
But, right from the start, Hubby and I decided she was worth
it. She was worth the chasing and the alligator wrestling. She was worth the
scheduled dosing of medication. She was worth potentially getting bitten and
scratched, as we tried to improve her health and her well-being.
We made the decision to surround the heart issue with
commitment.
We made the decision to self-care, on her behalf,
since she had no thumbs, and could not open her tube of medication.
We made the decision to put our hands of love around her
fast-beating, scared heart.
How many of us wouldn’t think twice about practicing
self-care, on the behalf of our pets, yet agonize and procrastinate in deciding
our own inherent value, committing to ourselves, to protect our own
hearts with our hands of nurturing and healthy choices?
Heart in Our Own Hands: The Decision to
Mold Our Actions with Boundaries:
Beyond the cute, Styrofoam snowman that made me buy that
small fern last holiday season, I, again, noticed the heart made by hands image
on that planter.
And it occurred to me. Self-care 101: a decision to protect
our hearts doesn’t just happen automatically… and it doesn’t happen without
healthy boundaries.
It’s not instantaneous- the good and the bad news here.
Boundaries are an exercise, repetitious, tedious, imperfectly achieved, and
lifelong. Like that of physical exercise. It’s not just one pushup and then,
we’re fit and healthy for the rest of our lives. There is no “one and done”
here.
Again, there is the ongoing commitment to realize our hearts,
with all of their pesky issues, are worth paying attention to. But
there’s more to it than just that. Boundaries are the action word
that must be applied daily.
No easy feat for some of us out there.
Let’s face it, many of us have entrusted someone or
something else to do the job of our own boundary-and-heart-protecting hands.
Many of us want someone or something else around our own hearts.
External validation, I guess, is what they call it.
But designating someone or something else to make us
okay, safe, loved, valued, and protected can have the best of us truly sliding
across the mental health slippery floor, just like the famous Tom Cruise scene
in “Risky Business.” Yes, indeedy, it truly is risky business if we
continue to insist on that practice being the answer. By doing this, we’re
opening ourselves up, potentially, to a world of hurt. In all of our sliding,
entrusting someone or something else besides our own guardianship, we
can break something, like our hearts. For spiritually, emotionally, mentally,
or physically, we have no tread on the bottoms of our stocking feet. We have
made the decision, instead, to be at the mercy of “other,” instead of dealing
with “self.”
And there is no fun pop culture reference for that stark and
painful reality.
Boundaries are guard rails. Without them, there is
collision and crash. We need to decide for ourselves we are worth sparing
ourselves of needless catastrophe.
What will we choose?
Heart in Our Own Hands: The Decision to Allow Light
In/Through the Issues:
Years ago, as part of my therapy, I read a book, illustrating
our counterproductive approach to the personal “healing and dealing” of our issues.
There was the parable of a person, besieged by a threatening monster in his own
backyard. And so, at night, he went outside, armed with a flashlight, looking
in a particular area for “the boogie man.” A personal friend of this individual,
knowing where “the scene of the crime,” knowing exactly where this
monster had pursued his friend before, asked why, his friend had insisted on
shining the flashlight in the exact opposite part of the backyard.
The person responded, to his friend’s question, “Because the
light is better here.”
And that’s what it can come down to for us concerning this
element of self-care. When we decide we are worth it, have value, deserve
boundaries, and start to get all gung-ho about our healing, it can be tempting
to skate around the ugly truth. It’s safer, easier, less painful to place most,
if not, all, of our focus on one or two specific issues, to the exclusion of
five other, more intimidating ones.
“The light is better here.”
Is
it? Or is it just illuminating the comfort zone, the status quo, the familiar?
Healing often exists outside of those things.
When I first sought therapy for my eating disorders, I
assumed it was about the food and about being thin. Wrong! That was the surface
issue. Deeper layers of the onion, however, had me facing family of origin,
intergenerational histories, and then, later on, my role in the dysfunction.
That has been the least favorite “lit place” to look at, not surprisingly.
Ah, if only you and I could simply blame others for what
happened to us, and never address our part in the mess. The light is a lot
better “over here,” when someone else is to blame. And, let’s be honest, most
of us would prefer if the personal responsibility taking that’s required of us
would be left hidden, murky, and unknown.
But, if we really start looking at ourselves, our
lives, and our issues, eventually, something is going to crop up. We
reach a point where we cannot un-see it. We cannot un-hear it. We
cannot un-know it.
We have knowledge now. We have illumination now. We have light
now.
What do we do with that? How do we feel about that?
Do we let that harsh, glaring light in and through ourselves
and our lives?
Do we allow truth to pierce the lie or the image, even if
it's been comforting or beautiful to reside in that lie or image?
Where will we point the flashlight?
Heart in Hands: We Create:
Many of us believe we are completely powerless. That is a
lie. Many of us believe we are responsible for everything and everyone; we are
all- powerful. That is a lie.
What is the truth then?
We have power.
Some power, not all, power.
We have ability and it starts from within each of us. An
inside out job.
And that includes our own healing and well-being.
Other people and things can help supplement that. But buyer
beware: they can also be toxic influences, steering us off-course.
We must recognize we are the bodyguards of our own hearts.
Issues, self-esteem, personal growth, and better choices all stem from a heart
that is actively, not passively, respected and protected.
Unlike my holiday fern, the heart- in- hands image and
principle are evergreen. Daily. Lifelong.
So, show me your hands.
Copyright © 2022 by Sheryle Cruse
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