Friday, September 5, 2014

The Fine Art of Self-Forgiveness

I'm beginning to think that all of us women in our thirties and forties are just a hot mess.

We're not young enough to still have that sunny outlook that everything is going to be okay all of the time and we're not old enough to just say "screw it" and completely not care what other people think about what we do.  And, unfortunately, we're a couple of decades away from completely losing that filter between mind and mouth when we can actually say "screw it" to anyone we feel like and move on, driving forty-five miles an hour in the left hand lane on the highway and blocking the Metamucil aisle at the grocery store with our Hoverounds.

It seems like most of the friends I talk to who are my age are going through something similar to what I am.  Even though our circumstances may be different, a lot of us our in a "what now?" stage in our lives.  And because we're slightly embarrassed to admit that we're going through a mild mid-life crises and none of us have the funds to go out and buy a Porsche and fund a boy seems like we're all suffering in silence.

We're tired.  We feel stuck.  And many of us feel slightly dissatisfied with the life we're living.

I can only speak from personal experience, but part of my issue, I think, is that I've been churning for so long trying to live my life's motto of "if you don't like where you are or where you're going, change it" and I'm suddenly realizing that I'm not always in control of everything my life, no matter how hard I work at it. 

You'd think someone who's had a dead husband for seven years would have figured this out by now, but I'm a slow learner.

And anyway, I'm not really talking about big stuff like that.  I'm talking about the little stuff, like career, dating, friendships, kids, etc.  Okay, maybe that stuff isn't so little but in the grand scheme of things (like when you compare it to death) it really kind of is.

I'm very much in a "wait and see" period in my life.  I'm tired of desperately trying to make things happen all of the damn time.  I mean, you're reading about a woman who tried to fast-track her grief, jump into dating because she was positive that if she put her mind to it she could find "the one" in thirty days or less...all while she was building her dream career.

Some of it panned out, some of it didn't.  The problem is that I think I was under the assumption that if I successfully checked off all of the boxes on my to do list, I would end up at a destination called Happy and have absolutely no worries after that.  I'm not kidding.  I think that was what was in the back of my mind.  And even with the things that worked out the way I wanted them to, it's not like I've ended up where I thought I would on my personal road map.

Is that what's wrong with us?  We've lost the ignorance of youth when we actually think we are in control, but we don't yet completely have the knowledge that we don't and, really, it doesn't matter as much as we previously thought?

The women in my age bracket are doing one of two things (or both):  We're in the thick of raising children and have, in many ways, lost our sense of self or we're in the thick of working on our careers because we feel like we need to be settled in what we are going to do for the rest of our lives.  Either way, there's this "now or never" mentality and we put so much damn pressure on ourselves to do it all right because we're positive that only we know how it's supposed to be done and we can't let go of that control.

Okay.  Everyone practice this with me.

Screw it.


Last weekend, I was having a glass of wine with a friend and mother of four when she confessed something to me.

"I took a nap today," she said, her eyes downcast in shame.

"So?" I said.  "What's wrong with that?"

"I just know I should have been doing something else."

I paused for a minute.  "Why?"

"I...I don't know.  But there's always something that needs to be done."

Of course there is.  There is always something that needs to be done and someone else who needs to be taken care of.  That will never change - that is a constant for everyone.  The thing is...we don't have to constantly be doing it.

"I just don't know what I'm doing anymore.  I feel like I don't have a direction.  I'm not inspired," she said.  And I nodded with complete understanding.

But here's a thought:  What if being directionless is actually a direction?  What if being in a place of not knowing is exactly where you're supposed to be?  What if taking that nap for an hour means that you're going to suddenly wake up inspired?  And what if it doesn't and it just means that you needed a nap?

I've really slowed down these last few months.  I've taken that nap she's talking about and I've learned not to feel so bad about it.  But here's the thing - learning how to slow down is a hell of a lot harder than working yourself into the ground.  Giving yourself permission to just be rather than move takes more discipline than I ever realized. 

It also takes a lot of self-forgiveness.  

I'm just to the point where I'm ready to let go a little and see what comes to me.  I actually think we all have to do that sometimes:  Stop trying so damn hard to take control and just hit pause and see what happens.  Because when we quit constantly concentrating on the end game - you know, that moment in life when we have raised the perfect kids while running a multimillion dollar company and our houses are clean for five blessed minutes...

...we actually open ourselves up to all kind of possibilities.


  1. Excellent as always. Thank YOU!

  2. Love this! We do put alot of pressure on ourselves. One of the gifts I gained after losing my husband is that I care much less what other people think of my choices...I know I am doing what is best for me. i also have a clearer picture of the things that really matter to me and what I want to spend my time on. Hugs to you.