I don't make resolutions. I used to. When I stopped making them, it was because I never kept them and then felt the shame and guilt of not keeping my promises to myself. Honestly now, it just doesn't cross my mind until someone brings it up. But I do have goals for my recovery/mental health for the year. See, my goals involve changing the way I think about things. Behaviors don't change unless thoughts change first. I want to change my thinking.
Things I'm currently working on shifting my perspective about.....
food. Specifically, whole foods. I have been contemplating for months that our ancestors lived off the land. They ate potatoes and did not become diabetic. They ate corn and wheat and other grains without fear of carbs. Most were farmers and they ate the chicken, cows, pigs and sheep that they raised. They even sometimes had sugar, not agave but real white sugar. And it didn't make them fat.
fat. I mean seriously. I just said that living off of the land didn't make our ancestors fat. The problem is that with today's standards, they would be overweight. My Grandfather used to lovingly tell my Grandma that she was "pleasingly plump." She was never fat or overweight in any way, but she had the curves of a woman. She had hips, thighs, breasts, healthy curves. If I could be half the beauty my Grandmother was in her prime...... Oh wait, to be that I'd have to accept that curves are beautiful.
beauty. Today beauty is defined with a thin and trim body. Women in general have body fat percentages that have fallen far below what is truly healthy for a woman. We have learned to despise curves. Either we fear their power, oh so many of us do. ( I know I'm guilty there. Curves bring attentions. Attentions sometimes end in violation.) Or we fear the numbers on the scale. Or we fear the BMI or the fat percentage. Or we fear the way we may be perceived by all the other curve haters we are surrounded by. Beauty used to be femininity, now beauty is strength. How does one reclaim the beauty of femininity?
love. I have never earned my husband's love. I have never earned my children's love. I have never earned my friends love. I have never earned God's love. Simply because that isn't the way love works. I don't have to earn it. I don't have to be deserving of it. I may not feel like I deserve to be loved but whether I believe I'm deserving or not, I am still loved. My perspective needs to be in learning to accept that love rather than to keep trying to earn it. I cannot earn what has already been given freely.
There you go. That is a glimpse into my brain. That is a glimpse of areas that have been deep on my heart recently. Those are areas that I am changing my perspective about, one truth at a time. It may take a while but I'm still going to speak the truth. Maybe someday soon I will believe the truth is for me too not just for everyone else I love.