The Pain of Being

Today I touched the pain of being.  I didn’t wake up this morning with that plan.  I was quite happy to be working from home, grinding my way through the nitty gritty of developing a course. I went for a walk and the sun was shining.  I grabbed a coffee and enjoyed some homemade baking back at my house.  Slowly tweaking my course into order.

I had a physio appointment after lunch to work on my neglected, seized up shoulder and neck muscles.  I’ve been making some slow progress and expected today to be a typical visit of heat, a couple of new exercises and dry needling.  It started that way.  In the second exercise my elbow joint locked into the most intense pain.

My physiotherapist jumped on it.  She had me lay down and slowly worked on my arm and elbow.  I couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down my cheeks.  Rationally I knew I was ok and the intense pain was intermittent as I relaxed and let go of trying to move my arm.  They tears were coming from the depth of me and didn’t know the rational world was fixing the problem.

After a few minutes my elbow released and I could move my arm again.  Just like that the intense pain gone, a soreness and ache in my arm was all that remained.

But this pain had triggered a pain in the depths of my being that didn’t seem logical.  I drove home, tears streaming again.

There is a lot of history under those tears; rheumatoid arthritis from the age of 13, a feeling of isolation, unworthiness, and loneliness.   A deep understanding of touching pain that questions the will to live.

I have been doing work on this, sometimes half heartedly, sometimes dedicated, not always knowing if it will ever make a difference.  Not knowing if I will ever feel worthy, loved, surrounded.

I felt given up on for a moment at physio.  I have been working really hard lately to work on my physical health.  To do the exercises I need to do.  It felt like a huge blow to my progress.

In reality I am moving forward.  The changes are small but they are there.  I have done my exercises everyday.  I emotionally have been going through a hard time with my marriage the last few years and a conversation with my husband several days ago has shifted my emotional torment a little.

I have struggled with why bother for a long time.  Why bother has meant years of not putting effort into doing work for my physical, emotional, and spiritual health.

Now I have kids, four and seven, and it started with a need to do be there for them.

I also need to be there for myself.

That is the pain.  Am I there for myself?

When I touch the pain of my being, can I be kind and compassionate and not beat myself up for not being where I think I should be in my life.

I am here.  Right now.

So if you see me (and maybe not the physical me but the other souls who have touched their pain) could you remember to smile and see me, see them.

See them, not their pain.

The beautiful soul that really is there just underneath.

Morning Moments

One of my favourite bloggers is http://www.theshubox.com.  I love how she shares her struggles, triumphs, and her moments in life.  She inspired me to start waking up between 5 and 5:30 am most weekday mornings.  I also feel like there is so much I want to do and I wasn’t getting accomplished in my life.  Having young kids makes the time even more precious to carve out so that I’m getting refuelled and also taking steps to accomplish the things that matter to me.

There is so much great information and awesome bloggers that share their lives that it has taken me a few years to really get sharing and working consistently on my blog.  Why write if I don’t have something new and different.  What I should have seen a long time ago is that it is the sharing of our stories, our perspective that is a creative outlet and connects us together.  Those are two very powerful reasons and are enough.

I love how shared experiences make us feel less alone.  In knowing that other moms struggle with patience and feel fried by the end of the day, I feel less angst that I’m doing everything wrong.  There are lots of picky eaters and meal planning and getting kids to eat healthy is a common struggle too!  Sleeping.  Enough said there.

I appreciate those that share not only the struggle but all the the things they do to piece a great life together.  Food ideas, sleeping thoughts, self care reminders, and many more ideas.

I have friends who I talk with, get together and have a shared journey but I also love being able to sit down at the end of the day or open up my computer bright and early and feel a connection to this shared journey of finding our way through life, parenting, working, and relationships.