My date would arrive later. He would only be in my apartment for a few minutes before we were on our way. I had to prepare. So I got on my computer and began logging out of all of my accounts. After I had logged out of two –I stopped. I asked myself aloud, “What am I doing? Nicole, you need to back away from your crazy.” I logged back into my accounts and stepped away from my computer. But I did not put down my trauma. I carried it through the date, through the rest of my day and into the next.
You see, My Guy On A Buffalo was constantly going through all my texts and emails and Facebook. Looking, waiting to catch me in a lie, in some kind of betrayal. I had nothing to hide BUT BOUNDARIES, PEOPLE. BOUNDARIES. And this lives with me still.
My date that day has never given me any indications that he would do the same but the fear still lives in me. And it is alive.
A few years ago I took myself on a trip. I just needed to get away and really look deep into myself and reflect and make decisions. It was an amazing trip. A week after my return I met My Guy On A Buffalo. And the world was wonderful. And then my world was destroyed.
I am preparing to leave on another trip. For the same purpose. To do some intentional work on myself. To be in a new place, to make new choices. I have been really excited for this trip. Until this morning. Fear showed up. Last time I went on a trip I came back and was stolen. I am so afraid that I will return from this trip and the same thing will happen.
A part of me, the healthy side of my brain, tells me that is not true. It will not happen again. This is not a repeat. But the trauma in me…
I do not know how to be normal. I want to be. It is frustrating to think and deal in this way. But maybe it is not about acting, thinking, being normal… Maybe it is about accepting what is. That for right now, this is my new normal. And it is okay. It is okay in all its scary. In the hurting. In the healing.
I often feel crazy. And I know I cannot be the only one. So this is for you. You, who feels crazy and out of control. Who cannot seem to be normal after all you have gone through. I get it. I hear you. I see you.
Worthy is your name. Divine is your destiny. Healing is happening. Together, lets breathe through all of our un-normalness and walk into our fears. I just know something lovely is waiting on the other side
I don’t dance around the perimeter of the person I want to be. I step in fully and completely. -Gabrielle Bernstein. This is my mantra for the day.
I have been wanting to do Beachbody’s program Hammer and Chisel since it was announced in July. Something about it drew me to it. I counted down the days until it was released in December. I ordered it the program a few weeks ago and have anxiously waited for it to arrive in the mail.
When it came I was so excited! I poured over all the material, read every word and began to plan my attack. I calendared my workouts. I planed my meals. So so ready…..and I didn’t start. The excitement was gone. I told myself I didn’t need to be excited I just needed to begin. But I didn’t begin. I thought maybe if I “prepared” more I would be ready to dive in so I went out and bought a new workout outfit. And……nothing.
I thought, “what is wrong with me?” I was so frustrated with myself and I knew it was time to get honest with myself. So I had a come to Jesus talk. Sometimes facing the truth about myself feels like the hardest thing. Because it is. And I do not have all the answers but I did come to some conclusions.
I have a huge, overwhelming fear of follow-through. There are very few things in my life I have seen to completion. And if I were to follow-through with this program in the timetable I have set for myself I would PROVE MYSELF WRONG.
Meaning, I have carried these notions about myself that are not true. But a huge part of myself believes them to be true. That I do not finish what I start. I do not keep promises to myself. I am a letdown. I am a failure. I am not capable of success. I am worthless. And if I were to follow-through with the promises I make to myself- I would prove myself wrong. I would show myself THE REAL TRUTH. That I am amazing. That I am a finisher. That I do not give up. I persever. I overcome. I am a leader. I do what I say I am going to do. I am successful. I am capable of creating the life I want for myself. I make my dreams come true. THAT IS THE TRUTH. And I am afraid of it. I hold myself back. I stand in my own way. And I have not figured it out yet. I do not know all the reasons why or how to reverse it. But today….
I don’t dance around the perimeter of the person I want to be. I step in fully and completely.
That is what I am choosing today.
I freaking love being a Beachbody coach. It gives me purpose and an outlet for my voice. The past few weeks have been discouraging to me as a coach. A few people have quit. And I get it. But I am also so very sad. In my heart of hearts I wish that they would have not given up on themselves so easily. I wish they would have given themselves more time. More of a chance. BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT I WANT FOR MYSELF and I AM FIGHTING FOR IT. It is hard. And it hurts. This business makes one come face to face with the false beliefs we carry about ourselves.
My fear of follow through, and all the contributes to it is NOT SERVING ME. Its not. And I am over it. Today I am choosing to do something about it. Part of me is so in love with this strong, powerful body of mine. It does everything I ask it to do. It serves me well. But another part of me wants to hide from it. I feel it is not attractive and…I am embarrassed by it. So this journey of mine is not only to love my body where it is at but to gain confidence inside and out. To become stronger inside and out. To treat myself like I love myself. Because I do. I know that I do.
So I went to the little gym today at my apartment complex. I took my computer with me to stream Hammer and Chisel. And I was self-conscious because there were other people in there. And I had to modify EVERY move. And I had to press pause. And I cried a little. And I finished it. And it was so hard. All of it. But I showed up for myself and I feel AMAZING. I feel strong and proud. And guess what, it was fun! And I cannot wait to do it again tomorrow! Who knew that would be the end result! My date with myself was a success!
I am on fire. I am a teacher now. Officially. And I taught my first class tonight! It was wonderful. I FEEL wonderful. Thank you Heavenly Father! Thank you for this opportunity! Thank you for my gifts and talents, for the opportunity to grow and refine them, for all of the experiences that led me here…well maybe not all. Lets be honest. I don’t feel that way yet! But thank you for MOST of them. I am happy to be where I am at now. It has taken hard work and the truth is– I am proud of myself. And I could not have done it without my Savior. He is making me whole. Slowly, but it is happening!
I am an institute teacher. Institute is a big part of the educational system within the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. To be an institute teacher one must have certain qualifications because all classes can receive college credit. So its a big deal! I am teaching the Mission Preparation class to students who are preparing to serve full-time (18 to 24 months) missions for the church. My responsibility is real!!! And I feel the weight of it. But I also know this is what I am supposed to be doing right now. I teach once a week and my class is an hour and a half long. And I love it. I am in love with my students. I want them to have everything they need and feel prepared. I want them to have experiences with the Atonement of Jesus Christ that they can draw upon for strength and testimony. I want them to love the Savior and have a desire to serve Him. I want them to feel that they are needed and important. That God has a work for them to do.
I was feeling disconnected and nervous before I taught tonight so I drew a card before leaving the house. This is what is said: I release my need to be perfect, and I center into my commitment to serve the world more love.
I loved that it said that. It was the perfect thing for me to channel. I took it with me to class tonight and it became my prayer.
Also, In case you are unaware, I am now in a relationship. My status on Facebook says so. I am in a relationship with MYSELF. That’s right. I am dating myself. 2016 is dedicated to being my own best lover. One of the ways I am loving myself is through fitness and nutrition. I am treating my body like I love it. Because I do. And I am thankful for all the ways my body serves me. IT IS TIME FOR ME TO SERVE MY BODY. The program I will be following the next few months is Hammer and Chisel. I have been looking forward to this program since July. And it is here and I am ready-ish. So I am dating myself at the gym. And guess what? I am going to prepare for my dates with the gym like I would any other date. With excitement! And I am going to get ready for it like I would any other date. Meaning, I am going to put in my contacts, do my hair, maybe even wear lipstick. I am purchasing a few new workout outfits so I feel cute when I meet my date, Hammer and Chisel, at the gym. And I am going to put my best foot forward. And I am going to be honest about my pain. And give all my troubles to my workout. And I am going to lift them. And put them down again. And I am going to rest. Recover. Repeat. Because I am worthy. I am loved. It is my responsibility to show myself this love. It is my commitment. I AM MY COMMITMENT.
Today was just a good day. I needed one. Thank you Heavenly Father. Although it did start off rough. It is winter. Waking up is difficult for me. Leaving Huck is difficult to me. Yesterday I was talking with a cohort and she mentioned to me that I should go ahead and do what I need to do to have Huck become a service dog. This requires a lot of money. A lot. And training. And work. And I feel tired already -but my friend made some very valid points. I am going to think and pray about this. I am grateful my friend was bold enough to say what she said.
Today the boys and I made fresh pear and orange juice. They loved it and demanded that I bring my juicer every time. We also used the EZ bake oven again. It went better this time than last time but is still not my favorite thing to do. But they love it so why not?! I love those boys. They make me happy. We have fun together.
Today I also talked through my goals with my Success Partner. If you do not have a success partner I recommend getting one. It can be anyone. A friend, spouse, mentor. Mine lives across the country from me. We call/skype regularly. We keep each other accountable and realistic to what we each are trying to achieve. Today she helped me to clarify and strengthen my goals for 2016. I am thankful for her. She is a prize.
I watched the following video again today. It always moves me to tears. I feel so much emotion over it. It make mes want to apologize to any and every one I have ever hurt in my life. Forgiveness is not the theme but it is what I feel from it. I hope you watch it and enjoy. And I would love to hear what you take away from it!
First step: Create opportunity for myself to even talk to a man! Haha. But true. You know its true!
So I am online. For a month. I have no problem with online dating but I will say it is making me depressed.
I don’t know. I just don’t know…
What I do know is that the struggle is real and my confidence is low. And the only way to gain confidence is to create experiences for myself that will build myself.
Meaning, exercise the crap out of myself. Physical movement gives me strength. This is not about losing weight. It is about becoming stronger. And I need to take physical steps as well as mental ones to become stronger.
So for 2016 I am my own lover. And the gym is where I will be dating myself.
Over the next week I am going to get real with my goals and plan them out. To hold myself accountable to this I am hosting a 7 Days Guide to Goal Setting and Achieving group on Facebook. All are welcome.
First Published on Into Heartbreak and Back on May 28, 2014
I forgive you. I forgive you for losing your cool on that lady in the street that day. I forgive you for your fear of my betrayal. I forgive you for trying to control me. I forgive you for withholding affection. I forgive you for making me feel stupid and worth nothing. I forgive you for your your anger. I forgive you for hurting me.
I still love you.
Please forgive me for not asking the right questions. For staying silent when I should have spoken up. Forgive me for professing love but not always showing it. Forgive me for not knowing enough, doing enough, being enough.
What happens in your nightmares? What really went on over there and how do you feel about it? What would you do differently? What would you change? What do you miss? What did you love? How can I be there for you? What do you need right now?
First Published on Into Heartbreak and Back on May 28, 2014
I will give you brotherhood (family). I will love you. You can love me. I will have your back. I am not perfect but I am trustworthy. I will do it all for you, as long as it is right and just.
My emotions were sitting in my throat while I watched this. There are a million reasons to cry and a million reasons not to. If you only understood in your mind in your heart that I will be your brotherhood…
First Published on Into Heartbreak and Back on May 23, 2014
Awhile ago I found our son. I stumbled upon this blog and there were pictures of this sweet little boy named… wait for it….Ryan. That’s right, Ryan. Funny that. He has a round face like mine and beautiful red hair like you and guess what? Its curly like ours! So so sweet! I love him and want to hug him all day long and carry him around on my hip.
Looking at these beautiful pictures of this beautiful boy makes me long for you and a future that may never be. In this little stranger I see a future that could be born of you and me. Do I mourn this future or do I still hope in it?
Here is the saddest of the saddest of the saddest of all stories ever told: 3 weeks ago this little boy, little Ryan, little person You and I could make some day…. was hit by a car. 3 weeks ago this burst of life died. He died. I cannot even believe it. I mean, I never knew him. Only the hope of “him” through his pictures. But I loved him. Still do. Because he reminds me of me. He reminds me of you.
Dear Ryan (and Ryan), may you forever remain as pure joy and light. That is what you are to me. Pure Joy. Light.
First Published on Into Heartbreak and Back on February 20, 2014
I am tired. I am tired of feeling. I am tired of not feeling. I am tired of caring and tired of not caring. I can’t seem to figure myself out these days. I am living on a ledge. Sleeping on a ledge. My long deep breaths seem empty. I know my irritability and my numbness is part of my depression but it feels so uncontrollable. I hate myself for still loving and wanting you but on the other hand the love I feel for you is one of the joys of my life.
I have been a mess since you called me two weeks ago. I feel like I have back tracked. I feel so overwhelmed and I do not know what to do. I want to see you and puppy so terribly awfully bad and yet I am scared to. I am so scared.
I feel so unlovable and unwanted. I feel ugly. I am angry and confused. I keep trying to get back to myself but I can’t find her. I can’t find. Not even sure if that girl is worth finding anymore. Where has my faith gone?
One moment this song expresses so clearly what I feel for you and at the same time I want to take a bat to your truck.
First Published on Into Heartbreak and Back on February 18, 2014
So I have been feeling very angry. I am crying tears of anger as I am writing this. This might sound strange but I do not know if I have ever actually felt true anger until now. Truthfully. “Anger” had just not been part of my nature. But for the past few days it has been my main emotion and it sucks. I hate feeling this way. I am not sure what feels worse: anger or numbness. I have been asking myself what this emotion is trying to tell me and I don’t know. I really don’t know….other than my life is crap (feel like that is not the real answer just my anger talking). And I don’t know what to do with my anger.
I am mad at He-who-must-not-be-named. That he did this, this and this to me. That he isolated me. And this and this! THIS! And how could I forget this. And so much more that I have not written. I am angry that He-who-must-not-be-named hasn’t contacted me in 3 weeks. That I haven’t seen him or that sweet dog for two months! I am angry that he gets to make this choice and not me. I am so angry and hurt.
I am angry with myself. I love him still and want his attention. I want him to love me back and treat me right. And I hate myself for it. I hate that I have to pretend to be okay most of the time because other people can’t seem to handle it when I am not. I am so angry. I do not want to go to church. I do not want to fulfill my calling. I do not want to talk with the Bishop or anyone from church. I do not want to hang out with my friends because they piss me off for no reason (mainly because I feel like I have to put on a show, that I can’t share with them about He-who-must-not-be-named cause he might show up to church and I do not want to ruin any of his chances for his own healing).
I am angry and I do not want to be here. I am angry that I do not have the means, the money to go any where else. To escape and breathe new air for a while. I am angry angry and I feel like I am going to explode.
Not sure what I am to do with all this anger or what it is telling me.