3 weeks ago I was happily walking the dogs when I stepped into a hole and twisted my ankle. I tore a ligament and have since been on crutches and in a moon boot. Firstly I want to praise the inventor of the moon boot because it allowed me to be reasonably mobile at home.
Last week I was finally able to go shopping. First I went to Moishes butchery (while my hubby who had dropped me there went to buy dogfood) and I was standing in the queue when I saw that the teller looked at my foot and was frowning. When I got to her till she said to me that I shouldn’t have waited in the queue, next time I should just come to the front of the queue. She then called the security officer to take my packets to the car for me which he duly did.
My hubby then dropped me at Woolies in Norwood and I was quite sure I would manage on my own and would catch an Uber back home. While looking at the fresh produce a tall, gentle looking staff member named Bafana offered to push my trolley for me while I shopped. I was so taken aback and felt very grateful for his offer but decided to do it myself as I knew that I would probably take quite long and didn’t want to use up his time. It was actually quite challenging as I had to push the trolley with my tummy and it’s quite awkward reaching for items and then putting them in the trolley while walking with both crutches. Bafana came to check on me halfway through my shopping and told me he really wanted to help me and suggested that I ask him next time. My hubby fetched me as he had already finished all he had to do while I was in Woolies! I told you I would take long.
Even though I could have relied on those people and it probably would have been wiser to do so, I was tired yet elated when I got home. I was so amazed by the kindness of these strangers. They had genuine care in their eyes. It did not seem to be just a matter of being a good employee, they sincerely wanted to be of help.
I had to take a backseat these three weeks and let other people do things for me which is harder than you would think. Sitting back and letting others do the work is not my default setting. I would like to thank my family for making me feel comfortable and allowing me the time I needed to heal. I have written to the shops to praise their staff members and hope that they get recognised in some way.
The kindness of strangers happens more than we think. Let’s spread stories of kindness as much as possible. I think we all need a little bit of sun.
Wishing you well
If you believe something about yourself, it’s bound to eventually come true. For example, from a young age I would look at the other girls in the class and believe that I was so much bigger than them and therefore fat and therefore unattractive. Before we go on let’s get this out the way now…. I don’t believe that being fat equals unattractive. But I used to. And it applied to me. When I look back on the memory of when I made this decision about myself I can actually see in front of me the girl that I compared myself to. She was one of the thinnest girls in the class! When I look back on photos of that time – I was 11 years old – I had an average size figure and a sweet face.
But in my MIND I was fat. Because I had made up my mind that I was fat I started (without realising it) becoming what people call fat. I say that because I am not fat, I have fat on my body. That’s two different things. Do you get it? We believe that we are the label. The label could be rich, poor, unwell, frail, weak, sad, angry, anxious, helpless, failure, unemployed, old, (add yours …………………………). Once we decide that we are the label we become the label.
Other people also give us labels or they see our labels and just verbalise them. For example: John is an angry person. Why do we hold on to these labels? Why don’t we change them to what we want them to be? Well… we believe them for one. There are also payoff’s to keeping the label – if John is angry people are scared of him and he keeps on being angry because that’s how he gets to stay in control because when he was growing up he felt weak or helpless in his situation and so being angry helps him stay strong. Once we are comfortable with our label (and by the way we don’t realise we are until we work with it) it’s hard to let go of it. It also takes some strength looking at yourself and asking what you are getting out of it.
What is the solution? It’s not a quick fix really….. it takes looking at what is really happening for you and working through it. Healing the wounds from the past and changing the labels. Making new ones.
You can have any label you want actually. Why not choose it?
The first step to healing is acknowledging that there’s something wrong. Before that happens there is basically no way you can heal. If you keep insisting that you are “fine” when you are not then how does the healing process start?
It is okay to not be okay. You don’t have to shout it from the rooftops, you can just admit it to yourself. Once you do that then you can get assistance or guidance.
We think we have to be okay or look okay or seem okay all or most of the time. What is that about?
Perhaps we are trying to protect ourselves from something. We think people will think we are weak, useless, helpless, selfish, imperfect. Those are some of the thoughts that we may be harbouring. Most of those thoughts are untrue (coaching sessions help with clarification on this).
Nobody is okay all of the time – this means you are not alone. Many people go through what you are going through. Sometimes just talking it out is healing in itself.
Don’t hold on to your strong perfect bravado. Cry a little. Be vulnerable. This is how we start to heal.
Wishing you well