Finding Your Happy Place 

What Is Your “I’m Not Enough” Telling You?

“Why wasn’t I enough for him?”

I posed this question to my journal soon after discovering that my then-husband had obtained a new wife.

 

“What does she have that I don’t?”

I asked of the page, not expecting an answer.

 

“How could he do this to someone he loved?”

The words perforated the page like his actions pierced my heart.

 

“He threw me away like so much garbage!”

My tears fell on the page, causing the words to bleed down the paper.

 

I felt worthless, discarded. I wore this self-image like a corset, hidden from public view yet restricting my movements nonetheless.

I rationalized that if I had been a good enough wife, he would not have secured another. I believed that if I had only been a better partner, he would not have left. Even while publicly blaming him, I secretly blamed myself. Convinced that I was not enough.

My “I’m not enough” taunted me when I faced my fear of going downhill, telling me that I would fall. It threatened that I would never find someone to love me. It followed me into dating, acting surprised when anyone was interested in a second date.

I carried this feeling into my second marriage, determined for a time to be a “perfect” wife. And fearful that when I fell short of this impossible goal, I was risking abandonment again.

My now-husband picked up on this underlying anxiety and reassured me that I was enough. Imperfections and all.

But it still took time for me to really believe it.

And even though it’s largely gone in the context of my marriage, it still haunts me at other times.

It still whispers every time I press the “publish” button, apprehensive about the reactions. I have to work to quiet it when I face criticism. And I still have to tell it to shut up when it tries to take everything personally and assume the responsibility for everybody’s happiness.

The voice isn’t so loud now, but it still exists. It drives me to achieve, which would be good if it didn’t have the aura of fear around it. It encourages me to always strive to be better, do better. I have to constantly work to find that balance between believing that I AM enough and that I can always be more.

When you’re rejected by someone you value, it’s not easy to separate yourself from their actions. It’s hard to trust that you ARE enough.

In the beginning, I felt like I needed to prove my worth TO my ex (even though he was out of the picture). It had a, “I’ll show him” motivation behind it.

And then one day I realized that I was allowing a person of questionable character to determine my worth, which is pretty much like letting a known embezzler set the market price of gold.

If I didn’t value his opinion about anything else, why would I let him decide that I was not enough?

I felt pretty silly.

And so I stopped trying to prove to him that I was worthy.

But I still felt a need to prove it to myself. That little voice of insecurity still pushing through like a pessimistic parrot on my shoulder.

So that’s where I am now – working to let go of that residual feeling of not being enough.

Recognizing the voice for what it is – a lie based on fear.

And learning to trust that I. Am. Enough.

 

Do you ever have the feeling that you’re not enough? What does that voice try to tell you?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Are You Finding Your Hero or Faking Your Hero?

I love listening to kids talk about what influence they want to have on the world. Unconstrained by reality, they are not afraid to dream big and reach beyond.

When these children share their aspirations, they are voicing their inner hero – the champion that we all seek within ourselves.

And when we’re children, that hero self lies close to the surface. We openly spoke of our grand dreams and plans without a hint of embarrassment. During childhood play, we embodied roles that showcased our hero selves.

And then at some point around middle school, the doubt starts to drift in, carried in on the currents of our ever-expanding awareness. The yearning of the hero suddenly seems silly. Impractical and out of reach.

And so we begin to push away our hero self, packing away the lofty goals along with the capes and masks of our youth.

But the voice of the hero isn’t silenced, only suppressed. And even when we’re not aware, we’re listening to its pleas.


 

I read an interview recently of a man who, by most people’s standards, had a successful life. He was married with a child, worked as a teacher and had a home. But he spoke about his dissatisfaction with that life because it fell far short of the hero dreams he incubated as a child.

That malaise eventually translated into a type of gambling addition. While placing and managing his bets, he felt powerful and in control. He was drawn to the potential of winning big and in doing so, altering his family’s life for the better. Even though the lurid reality had him furtively tapping away on his phone while hiding in the bathroom, he saw it as a sacrifice for the greater good.

Of course, it all came crashing down. He lost too much money to continue the playacting that he would come out on top. The potential losses of his family, his home and his job became too big to ignore.

And he had to face the reality that he wasn’t finding his inner hero, he was faking it.

This man later went on to write a book about his experience (Which I would share if I could remember his name or the title!) and summoned the courage to tell his wife the truth about his hidden compulsions. My guess is that now that earlier restlessness has been somewhat quieted. Because now he’s found his inner hero and has authentically achieved some of that influence he yearned for as a child.


 

The enthusiasm for heroes is ingrained in us. From Achilles in the Iliad to the latest Wonder Woman (even extending to the real-life Gal Gadot), we seek and aspire to be champions.

This drive can be constructive and encouraging when it is accepted that struggle and failure are part of training of hero.

But when, instead, we feel ashamed for not achieving some mythical status and maybe we attempt to shortcut the process, we end up even further away from our hero voice.

Your inner hero isn’t afraid of doing the hard work. Failure is not seen as an endpoint; it is a turning point. Your hero wants to heard, yes. But even more, your hero wants you to be powerful in your life. To vanquish your own demons. And to be true to yourself.

In contrast, the faked hero may look good to the outside, strong and important. Yet the feelings on the inside do not align with the appearance. And that discord between who we want to be and who we are is a breeding ground for dishonor and discontent.

Take a moment and reflect on what your inner hero whispered to you as a child. That voice spoke of your potential, unsullied by the doubts of the world and unconcerned with the idea of taking risks. Let go of the belief (and any accompanying shame) that you should already embody that hero persona. And instead, see yourself as in training. Taking the steps and getting closer to your idealized self.

And don’t worry so much about looking the part. Forget faking your hero, it’s time to go back and find your hero.

 

 

 

5 Vows to Make With Yourself After Divorce

I WILL find a way to see the good in this situation.

I will NOT let this experience define me.

I refuse to let my ex take my future away from me.

I will NOT allow one person to determine my worth.

I have not come this far to only come this far.

When the Problem We Think We Have Isn’t the Problem We Have

It moved in a few days after I returned from my trip. This particular knot of muscle likes to curl up under my scapula like a kitten under a sofa. It’s my fault – I invite it in with an office chair (one of the few remnants from my former life) mismatched to my desk and too many hours spent typing and squinting at a tiny screen.

So when I found a Groupon that offered a superior price for a customized massage, I jumped at the opportunity. I didn’t even have to mention the spot on my back, the therapist immediately reached out to it through my shirt when examining my posture while I stood in the room.

“That’s my little friend, ” I explained, “But he’s overstayed his welcome this time. Can you help convince him to leave?”

Soon, the massage started on my back. The knot started to loosen, but slowly. And then the therapist slid his hands under the front of my shoulders and along the attachment of the pectoral muscles.

“Ahh,” he said, “Your back is not the problem after all. It’s actually right here. These muscles are too tight and are pulling you forward.”

And sure enough, as he coaxed those muscles to loosen, the knot slowly started to stretch and slide away.

The problem we have is often not the problem we think we have. And you can’t properly address it until you’ve correctly identified it.