It’s Boxing Day!
I’ve been cocooning since Saturday and it’s been an eye-opening experience. I’ve been able to indulge in introspection and retrospection, which, lately, has been a luxury because I’ve been so busy with the adulting side of life. I’ve been so focused on other things that I’ve actually not had time to think properly — something which I do like to do. I’m an overthinker and it’s a part of me that I actually value, it makes up a large part of my me-ness.
Christmas has always been a season of frantic busy-ness, filled with activities and things to do. I was part of a large Filipino family network and when you’re Filipino, the holiday season goes into hyperdrive in September! But I was always happy and revelled in the frenzy, because I was happy doing things for people I loved — okay, to be fair, I was always happy doing things for other people, whether I had relationships with them or whether they were strangers.
In the recent past, however, I was constantly told that I should stop doing things for people, stop being so open, stop being so giving, stop being too kind, stop working so hard, stop demanding perfection of myself. I was told, essentially, to stop being so ME. The advice was well-meaning but misguided. It came from someone who felt the constant need to protect themselves and close themselves off from people. It was learned protective conditioning because of their childhood trauma. Because I loved this person, and I knew they were only trying to protect me the best way they could, I tried it their way, did what I was told I should do, behave how I should behave. Instead of staying true to myself and finding a way to show them that there was another way to live, I changed how I was because I thought compromise was the best way to show how much I loved them. I thought that I would have the opportunity to teach them that life was best lived opening yourself up to people. Instead I lived in misalignment and the lack of authenticity infected who I was. For a time I didn’t recognise who was looking back at me in the mirror and I lost sight of the goal, to share with them that there was another way.
I realise this isn’t necessarily as cheerful a post as is probably requisite for the season, but bear with me! I’m getting there.
I’ve decided to spend a cosy and completely solo Christmas this year. I wanted to spend time with family, friends and community online, and be on hand to take calls, reply to messages and group chats — thankful for the connectivity that the interweb allows us! I wanted to recharge my peopling reserves because I felt like I was running on fumes. I also wanted to have the time, space and silence to think. And realign. And rediscover the person I was and acquaint myself with the person I was becoming.
I know that the past should never be discounted and my recent past is littered with recriminations and, if I’m honest, a lot of shoulda-woulda-couldas. But while I am desperately sorry for the time I didn’t use to stay true to myself, I have forgiven myself for the decisions made, because while flawed and the decision-making was ultimately deficient, they were made, and there was genuine love involved in making the decisions. Yes, I will have to deal with the consequences of those decisions, maybe for years to come, but I am grateful for the lessons. Because what I’ve learned will make me stronger and it will guide my steps in this ongoing journey. Someone wise said to me recently what burnt you also built you. And that is so true.
There is beauty and perfection in life’s imperfections. It certainly is the negatives that allow us to appreciate the positives more! I am thankful that I am able to have the opportunity to unpack this, and for the gift of luxurious time to think about my life so far.
Yellywelly 