The choices we make
One of my early decisions for letting go was to allow my two-year-old daughter to choose her own outfits. As a result, she wore the craziest, mis-matched clothes of any child I knew. Getting her delivered to pre-school before work was a challenge in itself. This meant that my opinion of what she should wear was far less important.
Fortunately, while she stood out like a beacon in the playground, she never felt uncomfortable. Even now, she chuckles at old photos and is proud of being able to dress herself from a very young age.
Living up to expectations
Trying to live up to others expectations affects us deeply and causes of a lot of pain. Measuring our success against self-imposed standards that are almost impossible to meet, is a significant contributor to depression and anxiety.
The antidote to my own long-standing self-imposed restrictions is to write this blog. It’s my way of expressing myself, just as my daughter expressed herself by wearing those crazy outfits. She didn’t care what people thought and I try not to worry about the response to my blogs. I only hope they are entertaining and useful.
To celebrate 2015…
I have put together a reunion of my most popular posts. I have enjoyed writing about my travels around New Zealand, raising awareness of mental health, my own struggles and even published my first poem.
- Coromandel, Wwoofing at Te Moata Retreat
- Raglan, Why You Should Trust Your Instincts When Meeting Strangers
- Depression and Anxiety, Why talking about your mental health is a gift to others
- My letter to a lost grandchild, Tribute to Connor
- My very-first poem (“Te Moata”)
Here is my latest poem which surprised me as I sat on the beach at Paekakariki, New Zealand.
I am the wave
And I am the ocean.
I am the soil
And I am the earth
I am the cloud
And I am the sky.
I am the wind
And I am the air.
I am all of this.
I am complete.
I wish you the best for 2016. Please care less about what others think of you – but think more about how you can care for others.