Perfectly Imperfect - Sound Familiar?
Stress has been pushing at me over the last few months. It is a season in my life where there is a lot to do, and a lot to be done. When this season appears I find myself reverting back to my own 4 basic needs...not the ones we all think about: food, water, air and shelter, but my own personal ones: Exercise, Chocolate Chip Cookies, Wine and Diet Coke. Here is a look at what goes through my head when faced with my "basic needs": Wow, this is really bad. I can't believe that you are eating cookies for breakfast. How can you talk about health and eat like that? You're really bad."
I let this thought pass over me. This thought does not define me. I have the power to let go. It is like when you really want a bag of chips. You say to yourself, "You can't have chips. They are bad for you. They have too many calories. They will make you fat" You listen, then you go to the refrigerator and eat some carrot sticks, then some yogurt, then a piece of cheese, then an apple. None of these things satisfy the initial craving. SO..you end up with the chips anyway. Why not listen to your need in the first place? I have come to realize that my 4 basic needs are far from perfect. They have all been a comfort to me at some time in my life. I felt that needed them. It was what calmed me. My stress leads me back to these basic needs of mine. I am not perfect.
NOW I realize and understand that I am ok. I am perfectly imperfect. Finding some calm and peace in times of stress can be like the dripping faucet. Over the long term we would need to either have the faucet fixed or turn it off.
When I am stressed, I need to be more aware of what is happening to me, more aware of how I eat, how I move, how I act and how I rest. I also need to reach out for help.
As the faucet needs a plumber, I may need a friend, a coach, a therapist, a family member or a doctor. I may need a journal, my crayons, my music, a walk in nature or some silence.And yes, sometimes I need an hour in the gym, a glass of wine a diet coke or a couple cookies and that can be just perfect.
Letting go of my own judgements, finding peace and balance in being perfectly imperfect.