This is a very personal, very long post. With a good ending.
A few weeks ago at Lammas, a friend I don’t see often enough complimented me on an apron I was wearing. I proudly told her I had made it! She replied “oh! My ideal self makes aprons.”
My brain exploded. Her ideal self? What was that? Tell me more!
She replied something along the lines of “You know, the things you do that you feel you should be doing”.
I became obsessed. As many of you know, I have spent the last two years in an anxiety ridden fog. This ideal self concept gave me a sliver of hope!
I spoke to an amazing psychologist friend. She said it was a helpful technique for people.
I started researching websites:
Five Ways to Become Your Ideal Self
And journaling. Now many of you also know that I am and always have been a prolific journaler. The last 18 months my journals were filled with nothing but gloom and doom. Not at all like me. In fact, I would sometimes write at the top of a page “I don’t want to journal about this any more!” Then proceed to fill pages and pages with just that thing. At least this was something different, right?
I would ask myself questions:
What are my values?
Who are my friends?
How do I use my time?
How do I spend my money?
What do I eat?
And from there, the lists (oh how I do love writing lists!) started.
List after list after list.
My Ideal Self-
Eats healthy/thinner (look at me trying to get smaller!)
Has her shit together
Doesn’t talk as much (WTF Melanie?!?).
Vents only to her therapist
Is a good mother
Keeps home organized
My coven had a retreat. We had a cabin on a lake. Time for self care. Ritual. And what the fuck did I do but suggest my coven explore this concept. So all my beautiful friends start doing the same thing. Websites. Journals. Lists.
And there I had a revelation. Lying in my little bed, drunk as fuck.
All my friends are amazing and beautiful just the way they are! I am so sorry coven sisters.
I am amazing and beautiful! For the first 40 years of my life I thought I was amazing. I had self esteem to spare!
What had changed? I hadn’t changed really. Only one thing:
I didn’t love myself.
Then, for a minute, I felt guilty. For how how I treated myself for 18 months. Then I forgave myself. I was grieving.
And now I’m done.
And I’m done with bullshit too.
Now my journal is back to planning. Homeschool units. Bellydance classes.Do I still have a list? Yes!
But I looked it as self care. Not ideal self.
Jade egg practice
Pet my dog
Take no shit
So did the idea of my ideal self change my life? Yes.
My ideal self forgives and loves herself.
3 thoughts on “My Ideal Self”
You always seems to have there shit together ..maybe I’m not so bad..lol
Michelle at Simplify Live Love mentioned this article and how you got out of your anxiety fog. I have been dealing with severe anxiety about driving and something happening to me when I drive for years. I need to get to that “Fuck That” stage and just decide to drive and not worry about having a panic attack any more. I just wish I could get there and stay there. New day, new opportunity to say fuck it.