A little over three years ago, I was seeing a therapist who told me it was like I was keeping all the good things I wanted and the positive thoughts of myself locked up in a box. She said I had it put up on a shelf and at some point, I had decided I wasn’t deserving of the contents. She said I was convinced I had to earn myself into worthiness. She told me I was already enough, and it was time for me to open the box.
In that moment, I realized that I was absolutely doing what she said. I started trying to do things differently, but change is hard. Even though hearing her words sparked something in me, the fire grew, slowly. I would think of what she said from time to time. It would be a small whisper when I knew I was denying myself what I wanted and accepting less than I deserved.
But then another voice would chime in, and it was a lot louder, “Who am I to want more?” “I should just be happy with what I have; there are people with less.” “I’m too damaged.” “What if this is the best I can do?” “I need to be grateful.”
I eventually realized these voices were loud and wrong, but they were defense mechanisms. Aiming low is easy and in my mind, I was keeping myself safe. I can’t be disappointed if I only go after what’s easy. I can’t be rejected if I entertain what’s convenient. And if I convince myself it’s what I deserve, I can stay right where I am, in my comfort zone. I wasn’t always that way and, I don’t think I can pinpoint exactly when I got to that space, but I realized my attempts to protect myself were doing more harm than good.
I’ve been slowly making changes. I’m finding that what’s helping me to keep my box off the shelf is being intentional. It means challenging my negative thoughts… Being honest with myself… Walking away from anything and anyone not aligned with my vision… Validating myself… Honoring my needs and my wants, too… Choosing me.
I’m sure it sounds arduous because it feels that way sometimes. I don’t always get it right. I occasionally notice I’ve slipped the top back on my box. I acknowledge that and I move forward. I’ve found that compassion and grace are needed in this journey. I’m steadily unpacking and allowing myself some joy.
Change is hard… but I can do hard things.
