Saturday, May 24, 2014

The Lies We Tell Ourselves

A friend of mine wrote a blog post recently about low self esteem and what we choose to believe. It hit so close to home that I knew I had to share my experiences.  I battled low self esteem and high insecurities my whole life and thought I had won...and then I moved across the county to a place where I had no friends and no family they they reared their ugly heads yet again.

7 Years Ago...
I knew I was insecure.  I had a negative view of myself and couldn't believe that other people would value me.  Then, one day, w/ the help of some friends I decided to choose to believe that I was loved, that I was awesome the way I was and that I was made perfectly.  I wrote a song about it and sang it every time someone invited me to sing anywhere.  That song, "This is Who I Am," was a memorial to the decision that I made to believe the truth about myself.  I knew it was a process.  I knew it would need to be a decision I made every day.  But that day in 2007 was a turning point for me.  [For the full story and to hear the song, check out this video.]


Fast Forward to 2013...
As you all know, I moved to New York after getting a promotion at work.  I don't have any family here and I knew almost nobody outside of co-workers.  The first year here was VERY hard.  I had left my community - the people who knew me, who could remind me of who I was when I had a hard time remembering, the people who would miss me if I didn't show up somewhere, who would notice if I wasn't being myself.

Then, the voices started attacking.  No, not schitzo voices.  But, that nagger, the doubter that loves to say things like "You're not loveable."  "You are alone because you should be alone." "You're not good enough."  "You can't do anything right."

Unfortunately, even after "This is Who I Am" and everything else I had done to throw off those old insecurities, I learned the hard way that, if you let your guard down, they can come right back.  I started to believe those lies again and let them into my heart.

Then, a few months ago, I was reminded of the importance of guarding your heart.  Not just guarding our hearts from being given romantically to the wrong person.  But, guard it from believing lies, guard it from anger, guard it from bitterness, guard it from unforgiveness, from depression.  I had let my guard down.  And when you allow negative thoughts and lies to linger, they can take hold and start looking like the truth and reeking havoc on your self esteem.


Today...
Now that I know what's going on, I'm better at calling out the lies that try to worm their way into my heart and that has made being here and being alone so much easier.  While it hasn't been fun to battle this again, I'm very grateful that I'm learning this....skill.

Instead of allowing the negative thoughts to sneak in and get comfortable, I surround myself w/ positive things.  I put up affirming notes from friends all over my apartment.  I keep an Affirmation Box full positive notes that I've been given over the years and read them when I need to.  I watch comedies on TV.  I listen to "The Fighter" by Gym Class Heroes (featuring Ryan Tedder) as often as I can stand it.  The goal?  Surround myself w/ positive and affirming thoughts so that I believe the truth, focus on being joyful, so that negativity and depression don't take root.




I'm grateful that I'm learning how to stand on my own, to fight against the lies, especially when there's no one else around to fight with me.

When I was deciding whether or not to move to NYC, a friend told me that you learn SO much about yourself when you leave your comfort zone and you grow in ways that you don't expect.  She was right. 

Monday, May 12, 2014

Bourgeois and the Gluttonous Day(s)

Wow!  Could I be any more terrible about keeping my blog updated?  Don't answer that!!!

Anyways, I have survived my first full winter here on the East Coast.  Man, it was a rough one.  I thought it was bad and then I kept hearing native New Yorker say that it's the worst winter they've ever experienced and I KNEW it was bad.

Now, we are in this weird "not quite anything" season.  Some days it's spring.  Other days it's summer.  Some days feel like winter is trying to creep back in.  In summary, winter is brutal, summer is smelly/sticky/hot and spring is schitzso.  The weather in New York is horrid.  Don't move here if you like consistency, sun and comfort.

A few weeks ago, a couple of friends (Jocelyne & Christian) came to NYC and spent the weekend w/ me.  God decided to grant us a gift and the weather was beautiful.  Sunny and in the 70s!  :-)  We spent all of Saturday walking thru Manhattan and eating everything that we could.  I swear, we ate at like 5 places in 3 hours. 

Among our stops were 2 of my favorite New York places:


  • Artichoke:  If you ever go, try the Artichoke Pizza.  It's like eating a Spinach and Artichoke dip pizza.  The slices are huge.  Plus, it's cheap (under $5).  Your life will never be the same.
  • Insomnia Cookies:  The cookies are served soft and warm.  Enough.  Said.  [They deliver.  But, unfortunately, not to Brooklyn.]

On Sunday, Jocelyne and I went to Smorgasburg.  It's basically a bunch of food vendors who set up in 1 location for your gluttonous pleasure.  It's like what I imagine heaven to be.



What I learned that weekend is that I don't hate New York at all.  I really do enjoy exploring and eating and seeing new things.  But, I'd like to do those things in community, with people I enjoy spending time with.  Oh - and good weather never hurts.  

P.S.  To give you a sense for all that I ate that weekend....