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I Choose to LOL (Live Out Loud)

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imagesAbout a month ago, I was in a real slump.  I was feeling inferior to other people (particularly women).  I was feeling insecure and questioning my worth as a human being.  I was feeling ugly and negatively judging my body.  I was feeling self conscious in my old mini-van and it’s lack of cool.   I was resenting my role as a mom.  The boys, they too, had stolen my cool factor.  I was doubting my ability to go back in to the work force and contribute quality work that others would value.  I began to become dissatisfied with the size of my home, the style of my clothes, the color of my hair, the small number in my bank account.  I was comparing, judging, and sitting in the ugliness of the stories my mind was creating and buying. The lies began their sneaky little job of creating this web of madness within me.

Once I realized that this funk was turning ugly and affecting the way I was viewing the world and treating the people around me, I decided I needed to take a hard look at what had changed to cause such unhappiness.  Adam had been out of town during this period of downward spiraling and I had engaged in a lot of, what I believed to be, harmless fun.  I watched Bachelor in Paradise from beginning to end.  I watched the Kardashians.  I lazily browsed on Pinterest and Etsy while watching music videos.  And I was on social media much more frequently…even adding the FB app to my phone.  Media was actually affecting my view of the world.  My view of self.

And there it was, the answer was that simple. I am sensitive to what I view and can easily fall victim to the solicitous agenda of media. I know that not everybody will be as sensitive as I am to overt sexuality and portrayals of what women should be.  Some of us are more sensitive to violence or consumerism or the top ten lists of how to be perfect in some fashion of life from parenting, religion, or home organization. We are all comparing ourselves to a standard sold to us. We are always “failing” at something according to someone. Even if that someone lives inside an electronic box selling a non-existent one-size-fits-all-perfection-solution.  I bought in to the lies, sold to me by the people inside that box, that my 36-year-old female self was all washed up. If I don’t look like the Kardashians, sell sex like JLo, have the same perky body of the women competing for “love” on Bachelor in Paradise, if I’m not as perfect as all my “friends” on FB, and if I’m not buying or wearing the latest/greatest…well then I’m not worth anything. I’m not attractive. My husband won’t want me for much longer. I need to make changes. Run faster. Workout harder. Get a six pack. Make more money. Eat less. Dress sexier. I’m clearly inadequate. I need to be better. Lie after lie quickly building a foundation of self hatred. I wanted to hide my insecurities from all of you. From my friends, my family, my husband. I wanted to appear stronger and more secure than I was. And so I hid. I had been hiding other areas of my life and just added my insecurities and self hatred to the dark corner of other secrets.  The longer I hid, the more insecure I felt. I was now living a false truth. Another mark against my clearly flawed self.

Lucky for me (and those around me), I was quick to recognize that my thoughts were turning into an ugly infestation and I was able to reflect quietly enough to identify the culprit. That damn media had its grasp again. I immediately turned off the media inputs, reached out to my girlfriends and was open about how I was feeling and I soon found myself worthy again. As I rid my life of the noise shouting at me who I was, who I wasn’t, and who I should be, I found who I really am.   In the silence, I found that I am me. Perfect me. And you are you. Perfect you.

 

One way that I have found my center time and time again is to be vulnerable in sharing. I find great healing in sharing in this blog. I become connected to those around me when I let down my guard and show vulnerability in sharing my struggles. I find that others open up and share too. We build a safe community where we can be real and genuine no matter where we are in our journeys. I recognized in this time of disliking myself that I had stepped away from my purpose of living out loud. I had started to hide for fear of being judged. I had gone inward and become alone. I had lost some of my integrity. I needed a good kick start to getting back to a life of vulnerability and authenticity. I was given that good kick-in-the- ass a few weeks ago when I had the pleasure of attending an event in which Cheryl Strayed, author of Wild, wa10174916_10152050667061493_5333993137919276168_ns speaking. In that forum, she spoke about Radical Honesty. Cheryl’s belief was the equivalent of my belief of living out loud. Here was a woman who was baring her life in a truly authentic way and I, along with so many others, connect with this type of vulnerability. I felt the pull and encouragement to come out of hiding and begin sharing again.

 

I’ve started by sharing my deep, dark, scary secrets with my best friend, my husband. He’s held such a safe space for me and encouraged me to share whatever my heart needs to share. With his encouragement, I am ready to restart the practice of Living Out Loud with Radical Honesty. I hope that you all will continue to hold a safe space for my sharing, for the sharing of others, and find your safe spaces for vulnerability too. Start by sharing one secret with someone you find trustworthy. Or even begin by writing down the scariest secret you can think of sharing and burn it or bury it. Just writing it down is one step toward healing and letting it go. Freedom from the lie that secret has sold you.  I think you’ll find the more you share the less scary it becomes. And you’ll start to love you a helluva a lot more. Others will gravitate toward you because your energy will be absolutely pure. And, before you know it, you’ll not only be your own safe place but a safe place for others to practice Radical Honesty.

 

So who’s with me? Who’s ready to LIVE OUT LOUD? Journey with me, Friends! Let’s change ourselves, our circles and our communities with a little bit of Radical Honesty!

 

 

 

 

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Surviving the Godfest

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Who knew that you could avoid the sunday morning pulpit and bring Christ right in to your living room on Sunday nights?  If you wanted a little backwards christian churching all you had to do was tune in to CBS every Sunday night for Survivor Redemption Island.

This season there were two ‘gods’ on Survivor.  There was Rob and then there was Jesus Christ.  Both received significant amounts of publicity, worship, faithful and loyal followers, undeserved glory and they both gave their followers a false sense of security.
Rob had his followers looking quite cultish.  They couldn’t eat without asking, they couldn’t speak to other members of other tribes, they had to run everything through him first and ultimately he would decide their destiny.  He would decide which faithful servant he would take to heaven (the final 3) and which he would send to hell (Redemption Island).   And I understand why Rob would need to play the god role…he has a lot invested in this game.  There’s a million dollars at stake.  He has a reputation to uphold.  Makes sense to me.  Play god by controlling the tribe with lies and deceit and manipulation.

Counter that with Jesus Christ.  The invisible but absolute leader of Matt and many other contestants this season.  Matt was by far the most faithful and public follower of Jesus and made sure Jesus directed his every move.  He asked Jesus to control his strategic options, to help him win challenges, to make the right alliances, to provide him with winning a million dollars in a game built on everything anti-christian.  Matt took every opportunity to insure that fellow contestants and  we as viewers would know how devoted he was to Jesus.  How committed he was to glorifying Jesus in every situation.  How certain he was that Jesus would bless him.  I had a few moments where I literally had to pause the television until I stopped laughing.  Does Matt really believe that Jesus had a hand in casting him in the game of Survivor?  Does he really believe that Jesus was answering his prayers about which tribe he should choose?  Does he really believe that when he wanted to go home but he instead won the challenge that Jesus directed his ball to break the necessary tiles to stay in the game?  Does he really believe that he was sent back to redemption island a second time it was because Jesus was testing him?  Does he really believe that when Mike gave the other tribe time with their family over spending time with his own family that it was what Jesus would do?  And that in that moment Mike did more to witness to the millions of viewers than he had the entire time on Survivor?  Does he truly truly believe that Jesus cares at all about his choice to play a reality game show?
Really?
I guess Jesus didn’t think his servant was quite faithful enough to reward him with a million dollars.  Maybe if Jesus actually was invested and helping Matt’s game Matt blew his chances at the money when he acted unchristian like toward Andrea.  Harboring anger at being backstabbed and making her sleep on the ground just to spite her.  Maybe Jesus didn’t like that, Matt?  I mean, ouch, Matt, you ultimately got blindsided by Jesus when he stopped helping you win challenges and caused you to join the jury on the very last challenge you needed win.
 In the end of god vs god.  It was the evil god, Rob, that was able to outwit, outplay, and outlast.
Well at least it’s down to Matt and Rob for the $100,000 fan choice award.  Oh, double ouch, Rob god wins the million and the 100k.
Lesson learned: Matt admits that he might have been more successful had he used some logic and reason rather than just faith.