Neglect, indifference, forgetfulness, ignorance are all impossible to
God. He knows everything. He cares about everything. And He loves
us. My eyes repeatedly read these words tonight. Sometimes I find
myself searching for answers about my past that I thought I had let go
of a long time ago. I feel a heaviness upon me that's trying to force
out perfection. I feel a coldness that's making me feel pressure in an
uncomfortable way. The aches are finding their way back to my neck and I
try to breath slowly and remind myself that I have nothing to fear. I read
again, "Neglect, indifference, forgetfulness, ignorance are all
impossible to God. He knows everything. He cares about everything.
And He loves us."
He loves me. As a child, I felt
this constant pressure to be perfect. I felt like I needed to always do
the right thing in order to be a good person. I did my very best to
please the people around me and because of it I was a very good
daughter, student, and player. But all of those things started to tear
at me when I wasn't impressing those around me. I felt as though loving something for the sake of loving it or having an interest in something
different would be frowned upon and so I ignored my constant passion for
words, traveling, and creations of many sorts.
Two
days ago I had a lot on my mind but I wasn't entirely sure how to speak
it because I thought that telling the one person I loved what my true
passions were would once again not be good enough. I reminded him
again of my insecurities and mentioned how I'm not entirely sure if I'll
be able to live up to what
I'm supposed to be. Tears rolled down my
face as I apologized. He asked me two things. First he asked me to
breathe, and then he asked me what I was apologizing to him for? "There is nobody in this world that you need to impress but you," he spoke quietly. I looked at
him completely confused by my own self because I really had no idea
why I was apologizing. I
wasn't sorry about my past. I wasn't sorry about my insecurities. And I
wasn't at all sorry that I had set such high expectations for myself
that I never reached.
Never is the key word in this sentence because
it's a word that I
never should have used. With a more positive meaning, I
should have said that I'm not sorry about setting such high
expectations for myself that I
haven't yet accomplished.
Haven't, as in, I'm
still working on it and I have nothing but time to keep at it.
This life I live and this life that you live is merely a
moment that is waiting for you to reach whatever expectations you set
for yourself at the very right time for you and only you. It is waiting for you to cry so that the person that loves
you can remind you that trying to be everything is going to make you
completely lose your mind. That the pressure you feel every once in awhile
is your past self reminding you to be better, be kinder, and be
stronger than you were during that time. As I cried, I was expecting
myself to never get past that feeling of uncertainty that laid over me yet within seconds
his warm eyes reminded me that I make him proud and that is truly enough. I don't ever want to rely on
anyone else to build my self esteem, however, if there is one person
that can remind me that it's not about being perfect, but rather, being
present, I find myself being able to once again, dream those dreams I had always tried to hide and it felt so so wonderful. I said my goals aloud. I
gave him a thank you kiss. And I sang at the top of my lungs while the
cloudy sky turned pink and the humid air became completely breathable.