This blog post isn’t really just about weight loss; it’s about me — all of me — and I sure as heck am a lot more than just my weight.
It has come to my attention that I have absolutely no idea how to “just be.” I am always doing something. I am always going somewhere. The concept of being … well, that’s a lot harder for me to grasp.
When I first began my weight loss, self love, get-out-of-depression journey a few years ago, I realized that I had no idea who I was. My identity comprised other peoples’ opinions (real or self-perceived) of me, numbers on a scale, societal definitions, expectations from external sources, a whole heck of a lot of self hatred — I could go on. My point is — I didn’t really know who I was. The essential Me. I didn’t know what made me tick, what I loved, what got me out of bed in the morning, what would make my heart race, what could make me split into a grin, what might make me cry… I didn’t know myself at all.
So, I decided to try and get to know myself; and, I started with 2 things that I did know:
I knew that I wanted to lose weight — I joined weight watchers.
I knew that horseback riding was something I loved in my childhood — I started taking horseback riding lessons.
As I have gotten to know myself, I have started to do more and more:
I know I love cats and have a passion for rescue — I started fostering cats and volunteering at events/doing adoption interviews.
I know I love baking — I started baking cakes for all occasions.
I know I love God — I joined a church.
I know I love to sing — I joined my church’s worship team.
I met a man, I met the man, I got married, I bought a house, I joined a zillion meetup groups, I made friends, I began running a meetup group out of my own home, I started blogging, I joined a bible study, I started a bible study, I joined a meditation group, I began taking spiritual healing workshops, I started leasing a horse on top of taking lessons… the list goes on.
I am really really good at doing.
All this time, I thought that all of this stuff I was doing was because I finally knew who I was.
I was wrong. What I do is not all of who I am. I still don’t really know all of who I am.
Sure, I know what I love to do. I’ve figured part of this equation out: I know what makes me tick, I know where my passions lie, and I know what I believe in.
And yet, if you were to take away all of my doings… what would be left? That would be me — a part of me that I’m afraid I don’t know.
I’m at a point in my life where I am bouncing all around trying to find fulfillment and wholeness in all of my doings. But, the truth is, none of my doings are ever going to truly fulfill me until I really, truly, from the bottom of my heart love myself. And, I can’t really truly love myself until I know myself.
So, here’s to the next step in my journey — learning to be. Learning the part of being that lies outside of doing.
And not just learning to be… but learning to be me.