There isn’t always a perfect way to handle imperfect situations. Those of us who try to always “come from love” can sometimes find our heads hung in shame and disappointment in ourselves when we recognize that we (despite our best efforts) can react as poorly as those who pay no mind at all. Anger can be a very powerful emotion, disappointment or sadness can have us reacting in ways that we thought we had left behind, before we had accumulated the little wisdom that we have worked so hard to gain.
Exhale. We are human. Its unfortunate that in this “human state” we find ourselves susceptible to emotions that can over power, challenges that leave us tired, and circumstances that roll over us like a hot iron, flat lining our resolve to be the bigger person, the better human, the purer soul. We can, at times, just freak out and lose our cool. what can I say….it happens. Sometimes? It happens in dealing with those we love. This is the hardest. This is when we feel deflated and depleted…when the very bonds we’ve tied with love, we cut with hurt. Its also, understandable.
I have, in the past few weeks, hurt ties with two people very close to me. One, my best friend, just finished surgery on her ankle and came out smoking cigarettes like it aint no thing. Smoking, on its best day, is a dangerous and ugly habit…coming out of surgery…its just irresponsible and, in my humble opinion, cruel to ones self, and anyone that cares for that same self. Considering this friend is already a somewhat unhealthy person with more than one bad habit to break, I became filled with worry, and disappointment, and, something that felt very much like…anger. Yes….I came from THAT place. Sometimes, anger is born from love, would not otherwise exist if you did not love to begin with. I have to be ok with that. That was my imperfect situation that I handled less than perfectly. Love means forgiving yourself first. So I do, still working on forgiving her…
The second person was family, my very best friend in the world, my older sister. We are both going through a high stress time for reasons that require a whole different blog entry. She asked me to do her a favor. I didn’t want to do it. I struggled. I reviewed the reasons over and over why it seemed more than I was capable of. I had to say no. Could I have done it? Yes. I could have. I also would have taken on more stress than I could handle while still remaining balanced or happy. I asked her to understand. She couldn’t. She is now not talking to me. That is something that hurt a lot. Her last words to me were “Go live your beautiful life”…THAT hurt…I thought that’s what we aimed for, for ourselves, and for each other. I thought that was the goal “a beautiful life” why was I now being condemned for trying to have one? Was I in the wrong? Was I supposed to try to help her at a high cost to myself, or was it my job to not hurt myself so that I could continue to help others? Imperfect circumstances at their most imperfect.
I am two people down at the end of two weeks…two of my closest people. Maybe this is what happens when we start to set boundaries. Maybe selfishness, to some degree, is a necessary ingredient in the makings of a good and healthy life. Maybe we cant always stand behind our choices 100% because we are imperfect people just trying to figure this life out. I have to believe that the more we continue to TRY, the better we’ll become at it. The more we can try to understand ourselves instead of judge ourselves, then the more compassion we will have for ourselves. Compassion cannot be extended beyond ourselves if we haven’t first mastered it FOR ourselves.
I am not sure that ‘Ive played my cards right (in either case), I’m not sure if how I’ve handled things made any of the angels sing or made this world a better place. Ive hurt two people that have also hurt me and all I can do is forgive, first myself, and then them…and now I can say that whatever may come, Im starting fresh again from a place of love….and will continue to, until I get this right. After all, this is how we get wisdom…this is how its born, from the labor pains of imperfect circumstance. This is how we learn. Be love (imperfect, glorious love).