Let’s first consider where this journey started… Around June of last year I decided to think about leaving my job (which meant I would have to quit the companies that I actually co-owned). After 8 years of very hard work, massive highs and serious lows I felt that I was on the wrong road going in the wrong direction. Nothing was working for me – my frustration was through the roof, my relationships were strained and my stress levels were killing me. Seriously – I was going down and it wasn’t a pretty sight.
At the end of July I decided to start my blog, ‘EnjoyingTheJourney.co.uk’ to demonstrate that it’s possible to make your journey through life more enjoyable. Little did I know that I was in for a massive emotional roller coaster ride.
By September I grew the balls to say enough is enough and I quit. I gave three months’ notice to the Board (me and my business partner) and started working from home. When I wasn’t working, I started to read (more than I usually do), enlisted the help of a professional therapist (weekly), listened to mediation/hypnosis CD’s, wrote articles about what was working/not working for me, talked openly with friends, ranted about how unfortunate I was to be born into a dysfunctional family, tried various techniques to clear past trauma and outdated beliefs, watched self-help DVD’s, started doing affirmations and seriously started to get real about what I really wanted and who I really was.
Seriously – a few months ago I didn’t know who Kim was. I didn’t know what Kim wanted and I totally had no clue about what it meant to ‘follow your heart.’
For years I’ve been looking for answers. I’ve tried to figure out how I could ‘fix’ myself – how I could find a way to live that felt good.
Well…for me, I’ve found some answers. I’ve found a way to feel good and I’m elated. So many things have recently connected and perhaps if I share some things with you, you’ll be able to gain from my experiences? Or if nothing else, perhaps I can at least demonstrate that it is possible to live in hell and find your way out of it?
Last week I flew home to Rochester, New York to help my mother with her business. I had no expectations. I just few home to help out.
Amazing Incident #1
Within 5 minutes of arriving to my parents’ home, my mom slipped up and let it out that my brother was flying in to surprise me. I was extremely pleased by the news and couldn’t believe that I’d be able to spend some time with him.
Meanwhile, my mother’s first reaction was to say, ‘Oh no…I can’t believe I slipped up. I hate myself. What a jerk I am.’ I watched my mom’s reaction in awe. I couldn’t believe that she was beating herself up so much over something that didn’t really matter. (Even if it did matter, I can’t believe that she was saying she hated herself!) Over the course of the day she carried on making comments similar to those just mentioned. I kept telling her to not worry about it but what I really wanted to say was, ‘why would you talk to yourself in such a way?’
I’m fairly certain that my mom would get more aggravated if I mentioned her poor self-talk. In fact, it would probably cause her to increase her negative comments (to herself).
What was amazing about this whole thing is that I never noticed her doing this before…and what blows me away is that I was just like her only a few months ago. My self-talk was a constant barrage of insults. I constantly told myself I wasn’t good enough, I didn’t say the right things, I wasn’t a good mum, I was a terrible friend, a horrible wife, I wasn’t pretty enough (and on and on and on).
I’m not sure when things changed, but something has seriously shifted. I actually like myself – and I think it’s the first time in my entire life that I felt loved and lovable. If you’re not from a messed up family, this might sound bizarre, but I always felt very unloved and very unwanted as a kid. And those feelings never left. (Until now)
Seeing my mom made me realise that I have grown…I have found a way to enjoy my journey of life more.
Amazing Incident #2
Picture this – I leave Rochester at 8pm and fly to Dullus International (Washington DC) but miss my plane back to Heathrow. I manage to get United to pay for a hotel but I can’t get my luggage. I sleep in a nice Marriot however the next morning I have no brush, no deodorant, no toothbrush, no makeup, no fresh clothes…and to make things even worse, my outfit was itchy! So there I was in line at security in Dullus feeling dirty, smelly and ugly and suddenly I recognised a very familiar but old feeling. I remembered how I use to feel when I was younger – I felt so ugly that I was ashamed of myself. I didn’t want to stand out…I wanted to hide…I wanted to die. ‘Oh God – why won’t you just take me away’ is what I said under my breath.
Then it hit me – that feeling of ugliness and no self-worth was how I lived every moment of my life. If that’s not Hell than I don’t know what is.
This tiny, small feeling that lasted mere seconds made me realise that I have grown, I am growing and the journey through life can get better and better and better. Sometimes it’s hard to know if you’re making progress but I received a message and heard it loud and clear.
My moments of ugliness and poor self-worth in recent years came and went… Through my various techniques I was able to keep them at bay, but now I actually think they’re gone forever.
Amazing Incident #3
This, for me, is the whopper of all whoppers. After returning home from the trip hubby was interested in some time for lovin’. I’ve never quite understood the concept of action orientated lovin’ – in fact, I can’t even talk about it. (As you can see – heehehehe). However, after the lovin’ came to a conclusion, and for the first time in my life, I felt okay. I wasn’t guilty. I didn’t feel like a bad person. I didn’t feel shame. And I didn’t feel the need to say, ‘Hubby – why do you love me?’
And then it hit me right smack between my eyes ‘OH – MY – GOD…I love myself’ Now I know why hubby loves me…I’m actually lovable.
I’m not sure how this might come across to you, but for me this is life changing stuff. In my teens I was depressed and suicidal, in my 20’s I ran away as far as I could, in my 30s I searched high and low to find answers. (Luckily – I’m still in my 30’s!) Each year I found a better and better way to live…but recently I’ve discovered something that is priceless. I’ve discovered that we all have a relationship with ourselves…and if that relationship isn’t good, life isn’t going to be good.#
I feel compelled to write a book about how to love yourself. Do you think anyone would read it?
Right – enough said.
