A Realistic Reset

Lately, I've been trying to find my footing again. Honestly I'm not sure how to explain it. Life has felt so much different than my "normal" for a while now. I've been through a lot of changes, made mistakes, made choices I wish I could go back and change, and there has been moments where I've looked at my life and thought "how did I even get here?" I don't have a perfect answer to that, I do know that I'm so ready to find my way back. Not to the exact person I was, but back to the parts of myself that I lost some where along the way. I'm not going to pretend I didn't make mistakes, I think one of the hardest parts of growing is being honest with yourself. Not just about what others did, but what you did too. I've made mistakes, I've made decisions based on emotions, I've reacted when I should have taken a step back, I've said things I wish I could take back, I've hurt people I love, I've handled situations differently than I wish I had, there are certainly things I wish I could redo. For a while, I've let those mistakes consume me. Replayed conversations, thought about what I should have said, what I could have done differently, what could have happened if I made a different choice. Truth is, I can't change any of it. I can only decide what I do now. I can keep punishing myself for the person I was during some of my worst moments, or I can learn from her. I'm learning the difference between guilt and growth. I don't want to excuse my mistakes, I don't want to pretend they don't matter, I want to acknowledge that I  did hurt people, that I've been wrong and learn how to handle situations differently. I also don't want to spend the rest of my life believing that my worst moments are the only things that define me. I am allowed to grow, I'm allowed to change, I'm allowed to become better and I'm allowed to forgive myself for not knowing then what I know now. I think that's what grace really starts to look like, not pretending I didn't mess up but believing I can become someone better because of what I did. Now I'm trying to find my way back to a normal life, and let me tell you it's been a process. Sometimes "normal" feels strange after you've spent so much time trying to get through things. I'm working on enjoying the little things again, getting up for work, making dinner, cleaning, kid's activities, grocery shopping, working out, taking care of my health, sitting on the couch in the evenings with my husband, overall having a normal day without feeling like I need to solve every problem in my head. Those things might sound so ordinary, but I MISS ordinary. Maybe I don't need some big life transformation or everyone to treat me like I didn't mess up, maybe I just need to get back to every day life. I'm trying to take care of myself again, I've spent so much time worrying about everything else. So I'm starting small. I'm working out again, trying to eat better, drinking more water, keep my things organized, spending more time with God, biggest of all trying to stop obsessing over things I cannot control. I'm trying to remind myself that progress doesn't have to be a dramatic matter, sometimes progress is just getting up and doing the next thing. I want God in this part of my story too, I've spent a lot of time searching for God lately, not because I have everything figured out, honestly it's probably the opposite. I'm searching because I don't, and learning I don't have to come to God perfectly put together. I can come to him messy, confused, regretful, worried, unsure, scared. I can bring him the parts of myself I'm proud of and the parts I'm not and that's all I need right now. I don't want to rebuild my life completely on my own, I want God in the rebuilding. I'm just trying to find my footing again, figure out what life looks like now. I'm trying to take the lessons I've learned and actually use them. Being intentional with the people I love, and just being a better version of myself. I'm trying to make healthier choices, have more patience, stop reacting and start thinking. I'm trying to stop living in the past, and stop being so afraid of the future that I'm missing what's happening right now. I know there are still going to be hard days, days I overthink, question myself, and feel guilty. I'm trying to remember 1 bad day doesn't erase all the good ones. One mistake doesn't erase all the growth, and one chapter doesn't determine how the rest of my story ends. Maybe this is what growing actually looks like. Maybe it isn't becoming this perfectly healed, perfectly happy person who never makes a mistake again. It's becoming someone who knows what to do when she makes them, being someone who can admit when you're wrong, who can apologize, forgive yourself and someone who can get back up. That's where I am right now, finding my way back to a normal life. Being present again, taking care of myself, being okay with everything that went wrong, learning I don't have to have every piece figured out before I can start enjoying the life that's right in front of me. I made mistakes I can't change, and maybe that's the most important part. I'm not starting over as the same person, I'm moving forward as someone who has learned. Someone who has grown, someone who still has a lot of growing left, and I'm okay with it. Because THIS Is Where Grace Grows. Right now, I think grace is growing in me through the messiest, most imperfect parts of my story. One day, one choice and one prayer at a time. Slowly, I am finding my footing again.

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Acceptance Isn't Giving Up

There comes a point when you realize you can spend your entire life trying to change things that were never yours to control. Replaying conversations, wishing you had handled things differently, wondering what everyone else is thinking, apologize a hundred times, explain your heart until you have nothing left to say, wish people would see your intentions instead of your mistakes, wish the past had gone differently, wish someone would forgive you, wish a relationship looked the way it used to, wish you could go back and make different choices. But, wishing doesn't change what already happened, worrying doesn't give you control over what happens next, this has been a hard lesson for me lately. I'm learning that acceptance doesn't mean I'm okay with everything that has happened or that I don't care and it doesn't mean I stop loving people, stop trying, or stop hoping. It simply means I have to stop fighting reality, some things are out of my hands. Other peoples feelings and choices are out of my hands, how quickly someone heals is out of my hands, whether someone trusts me again is out of my hands, the past is out of my hands, and the outcome I desperately want is out of my hands. That doesn't mean I do  nothing, it means I finally understand where my energy belongs. I can control how I show up, whether I am kind, telling the truth, taking responsibility for my mistakes, keeping my promises, choosing patience when I want to react, keep growing when no one is watching, showing up with love even when things are uncomfortable and that's enough for today. I don't think healing is always some huge breakthrough where everything suddenly makes sense, for me healing looks like getting up in the morning and choosing to do the next right thing, it's letting someone have their feelings without trying to convince them they're wrong, it's giving someone space without assuming that space means they don't care, apologizing without demanding forgiveness in return, loving someone without trying to control how they love you back, accepting that you can't rewrite yesterday while still choosing to make today different, learning that I don't have to fix everything to prove that I care. I don't have to have all the answers, I just have to keep showing up where I can. Show up honestly, gently, consistently, when its hard, when nobody notices. Show up for the people that I love, but also show up for myself. There is a version of me who needs to stop living in yesterday, stop living today by what happened before, understand that making mistakes doesn't mean I'm incapable of becoming better, I can't change who I was. But I can decide who I am becoming. Grace doesn't erase the past, It gives us permission to stop letting the past decide everything about our future, I'm learning to loosen my grip, stop chasing what I cannot force. Stop asking myself "How do I make this turn out the way I want?" and start asking, "Who do I want to be while I'm walking through this?" I may not get to choose the circumstances or how people respond or the ending, but I do get to choose how I show up. That's all I need to focus on, not everything I can't change but everything that I can, one choice, one day, one little step at a time. Maybe just showing up is the beginning of becoming who I was always meant to be

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Searching for Jesus

Maybe you've felt it, that little feeling that something is missing. Not necessarily that your life is bad, maybe from the outside things look normal, going to work, taking care of your family, cleaning your house, paying your bills, showing up for people. Some where in the middle of all that you find yourself thinking "Is there supposed to be more than this?" I had been feeling that. I've been thinking about Jesus a lot more, and honestly I have no idea what I'm doing. I don't have a perfect faith story, I don't know the bible front to back, I don't always know how or what to pray, I have questions, I've had doubts, I have days where I feel so close to God and days I wonder if I'm doing any of it right. I think that's the point, maybe searching for Jesus doesn't start with having everything figured out, maybe it just starts with being honest enough to say "Jesus I want to know you." That's where I'm at, I'm tired, tired of trying to control everything, tired of worrying about what everyone thinks, tired of carrying guilt, of replaying things I've done and wishing I could go back, and looking for peace in things that only seem to give me peace for a little while. Honestly, I'm tired of trying to be enough on my own, maybe you've felt that, you've tried finding happiness in relationships, money, success, how you look, what people think of you. That's where Jesus keeps coming into my mind, not as someone waiting to tell me everything I've done wrong, but as someone I'm starting to wonder if I've been looking for this whole time, and that's a little scary. Part of my always felt like I needed to get my life together first, be better, pray better, stop messing up, stop having struggles, know more about the bible, then maybe I can really come to Jesus. But, the more I learn, the more I think I had it backwards.  You don't have to clean yourself up before going to him, you go to him because you can't always clean yourself up on your own, and that's comforting. I have plenty of things I wish I could change, things I'm embarrassed about, things I wish I'd handled differently, moments where I wasn't the person I wanted to be, Jesus already knows all of it. So why am I trying to hide? Maybe I can just bring him all of it. The good, bad, embarrassing stuff, questions, guilt, anger, anxiety, thing's I'm proud of and things I'm not. You can show up exactly as you are, I also am learning that searching for Jesus doesn't automatically mean I'm gonna feel different, I think I expected that. Like one day I'll pray and suddenly I'll feel this huge sense of peace and everything will make sense, and maybe that does happen for some people. It hasn't happened that way for me, some times I pray and still feel anxious, some times I read a part of the bible and don't understand anything I've read, some times I wonder if God is really listening to me, I've realized that not feeling some thing doesn't mean nothing is happening. Relationships take time, if I wanted to become friends with someone I wouldn't expect to know everything about them after one conversation, I'd spend time with them, talk, listen, learn, I'd come back. Maybe getting to know Jesus is like that, it isn't about a perfect prayer or suddenly knowing everything, it's just trusting him and coming back. Open the bible even when you don't understand it, pray even when it feels awkward, go to church even when you feel like you don't quite belong yet, ask questions, talk to people who know more than you do, just continue to seek him. I think some times we probably make it way more complicated than it needs to be, you don't need perfect words, your prayer can literally be "Jesus, I don't know what I'm doing, but I want to know you. Please, help me." That's a prayer I can pray because its honest. Honesty seems like the best place to start. If you're reading this and you're thinking you want to know Jesus but you don't know where to start, I want you to know you aren't alone. You can't compare your faith to the person sitting next to you at church, to someone who's been a Christian for 30 years, you don't have to have a perfect story, or pretend you're okay when you aren't, you definitely don't have to be perfect before you start searching. Just start. Open your bible, say a prayer, talk to Jesus like you're talking to a friend, keep showing up. Some days you might feel something, some days maybe not. Some days you'll feel like you're growing, other days you'll wonder if you're getting any where at all. That's okay. Faith doesn't have to be this big beautiful, emotional experience, it can be just choosing to keep looking. Keep asking, praying, coming back, that's where I am. I am not claiming to have it all figured out, I'm searching for peace, Jesus and something deeper than what the world keeps telling me what should make me happy. I'm in a season of just coming to him, with my questions, with my mess, with my past, my doubts, just coming exactly as I am. That's my first step, and that's enough for today, and tomorrow I keep searching, that's where grace grows.

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Growing Through Mistakes

I think one of the hardest parts of becoming a better person is being honest with yourself about the ways you haven't always been your best. It's easy to look back on things we've said or done and wish we could take them back, maybe we said something we didn't really mean because we were angry, maybe we spoke before thinking, maybe we hurt someone because we were hurting ourselves. Sometimes our emotions get the best of us and words come out that don't reflect what is actually in our hearts. Here's something I'm learning, making mistakes doesn't make you a bad person, refusing to learn from them does. Growing means being willing to look at yourself honestly. It means saying, "I shouldn't have said that." It means admitting, "I handled that wrong." It means being able to apologize without adding excuses or blaming someone else. Sometimes it means accepting that an apology doesn't automatically erase the hurt we caused and we can't control how quickly someone forgives us or how they feel about us afterward. All we can control is what we do differently moving forward. I've had moments where I've said things I wish I could take back. Things that came from anger, fear, frustration, or simply not knowing how to communicate what I was actually feeling, the truth is sometimes the words weren't even what I truly meant. I've learned that "I didn't mean it" doesn't always mean the other person wasn't hurt by it. That's where growth comes in. I don't want to use my mistakes as a reason to hate myself, I want to use them as opportunities to become someone I'm proud of.  I want to pause before I react I want to learn how to communicate instead of attack I want to stop letting temporary emotions make permanent damage I want to be softer with people, but also more accountable And most importantly I want my actions to eventually speak louder than the mistakes I've made in the past Becoming a better person doesn't happen overnight, It's not about suddenly never getting angry, never saying the wrong thing, or never making another mistake, it's about catching yourself sooner, it's about recognizing your patterns, it's about apologizing when you're wrong, it's about doing the uncomfortable work of changing, sometimes growth looks like realizing that the version of you who made certain mistakes was doing the best they knew how at the time. That doesn't excuse the mistake, but it can help you understand it and understanding yourself is where change begins. I don't want to spend my life wishing I could go back and change everything I've done wrong, I want to take what I've learned and let it change who I become because  the goal isn't to become someone who has never messed up, the goal is to become someone who learns, grows, takes responsibility, gives grace, and keeps trying to do better.I'm still learning. I'm still growing. I'm still making mistakes. I'm also becoming a better version of myself and I think there's something beautiful about that.

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Learning to Let Go

Lately, I've been learning a lesson that I really wish came a little easier to me: I can't control everything. Honestly? I am not good at accepting that. When something is bothering me, my first instinct is to think about it over and over, what could I have done differently? What should I say? Should I reach out? Should I explain myself again? What are they thinking? What if things never get better? I drive myself absolutely crazy trying to figure out things I have no control over. I'm realizing that sometimes there isn't anything else I can say or do, when I've already apologized, already explained, I've done what I can and the rest is up to someone else and that's extremely hard for me. When you care about something or someone you want to fix it, you want to make things better, you want people to understand your heart, you want to be able to go back and change the things you wish you had done differently. But we don't get to go back, I can't change yesterday, change how someone feels about me, make someone forgive me or trust me, make someone see things how I see them. As hard as it is, it's something I'm learning to accept. It doesn't mean I don't care or I'm giving up, it doesn't mean I stop becoming a better person, it means I have to stop trying to control the parts that aren't mine. I've been thinking about what it really means to let go, not just people or situations, but all the little things I carry in my head everyday. I'm learning not everyone needs to understand me, needing people to see I have good intentions, needing to explain myself over and over because I'm afraid someone has the wrong idea about me, wanting people to respond the way I would, let go of expecting everyone to care as deeply as I do. Honestly, some times I make myself absolutely miserable trying to read between the lines, a text, a look, someone being quite, someone not reaching out, someone sitting some where else. Suddenly my mind has created an entire story that may not even be true, I'm learning to let go of that. To stop filling in the blanks with the worst possible answer, to letting go of the past, not because it didn't matter, but because I can't keep living there. I can regret things without punishing myself forever for them, I can wish I had made different choices without spending every day wishing I could go back, I  can admit that I messed up and still believe I'm capable of doing better. I'm learning to let go of the idea that healing has to happen quickly, some things take time, trust takes time, forgiveness takes time. I'm learning to let go of perfection, my house doesn't have to be spotless, my life doesn't have to look perfect, I don't have to have everything figured out. I don't have to wake up every day feeling motivated, happy, and confident, some times getting through the day is enough. I'm learning to stop comparing my life to everyone else's around me, the family who looks perfect online, the women who seems like she has it all together, the friend who seems so much happier, the person who seems further ahead, I don't know what happens behind everyone else's closed doors and they don't know what happens behind mine. I'm learning to let go of the idea that I need to make everyone happy, I could completely bend myself in half and still disappoint someone. Someone will always have an opinion, someone will always misunderstand something, someone won't like a choice I made, and that's okay. I'm learning that being a good person doesn't mean everyone has to like me, I'm learning to let go of guilt that no longer serves a purpose. There is a huge difference between feeling guilty because you did something wrong and continuing to punish yourself long after you've taken responsibility. I intend to learn from my mistakes, not build a home in them. That's the biggest thing I'm learning to let go of, the idea that I have to control how everything turns out. I don't. I can do my part, show up, love my people, apologize, make better choices, work on myself, practice patience, keep trying and eventually release the rest. Some things just simply are not mine to control, letting go isn't giving up its finally realizing I don't have to carry everything. Some things just are what they are, some questions don't need answers, some conversations don't need to happen, some people need space, some things need time. And some things are going to work themselves out without me constantly trying to make them. So, I'm learning. Slowly, imperfectly. Some days I hold on too tightly, and some days I manage to let a little more go, but I'm trying. I'm trying to stop fighting things I can't change and start putting that energy into the things I actually can.

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