In retrospect, I think I would have to declare 2018 to be the Year of Terri. I know it is more than a bit self-absorbed, but I’m afraid that is sort of the nature of this blog. After all, isn’t it found at www.terrilabonte.com? The website address should give it away. Surely, you must be used to reading my endless angsting over the trials and tribulations of my life by now?
What makes this blog post different is that I am actually celebrating something about my life this time. In 2018, I gave myself permission to make things all about me. I have to say I am quite pleased with the results.
Everyone always tells you that you need to take care of yourself, especially when you are going through a rough time or are immersed in caring for someone else. They tell you that it will help you be a better caretaker. They tell you it will refresh you for whatever difficulties you must bear. They tell you that you deserve it.
While I understand the benefits of taking care of oneself, I always seem to have practical reasons for not actually doing it. Time is a finite quality and life sometimes seems to have a way of using up that finite quality on more pressing matters than me.
There is also a stronger, more sinister, and uglier reason for not taking care of myself. It isn’t that I’m a saint. I’m not that selfless person who is so committed to the welfare of others that she doesn’t even want to take the time and energy to do something for herself. It is quite the reverse. I really, really like to do things to make myself happy. In fact, the dirty little secret about why I avoid taking care of myself is that I am afraid it would be all too easy for me to slide down that slippery slope of selfishness and become one of those horrible, self-involved, spoiled people who lives for their own perceived entitlements. I cringe at the thought of that happening to me. I honestly don’t think I could live with myself if I allowed me to be as selfish as I think I am probably inclined to be.
When my mother was ill, I was doubly afraid that doing anything for myself would drive me right over the precipice of selfishness. It was often so hard to be with her and watch her decline, I knew it was taking all my discipline and archived love to journey with her. I was afraid that, if I stopped for a second, I would never have the strength to be able to start again.
After a year of listening to everyone telling me that I needed to take time off and take care of myself, I finally decided to try living a little differently after my mother’s death. I decided to give myself some time to indulge my selfishness… to do things I wanted to do, buy things I wanted to buy, behave as I wanted to behave. To guard against my fear of transforming into an intolerable, worthless human being, I gave myself a deadline of a year. At the end of the year, I vowed, I would make a concerted effort to rejoin the world community and become a better, holier person.
Then the miracle happened. I didn’t need to make a concerted effort.
In 2018, I converted to the Episcopal Church. I went to California on my own to scatter my mom’s ashes and see loved ones. I continued writing my blog. I published my book. I hosted three parties, including cooking Thanksgiving dinner. I joined Facebook. I participated in several fun activities around my community. I bought two sets of Lennox flatware just because I wanted them. I took a trip to Texas to see a dear friend of mine from Hawaii who was working there. I’ve ordered a number of purchases from QVC that weren’t hugely expensive but were more than I would usually spend for such items. I went to Discovery Cove, my “once in a lifetime” experience, for the second time. I spent ten beautiful autumn days in New England. I got tinkified at Disney World. I bought a $100 fake fur coverlet because I’d always wanted a good quality faux snow leopard blanket. These are just the indulgences that I can recall right off the bat.
You can see I had a rather madcap year of pleasing myself. It is exactly the kind of thing I feared would turn me into a ranting, self-serving, horrible megalomaniac. It didn’t.
It turns out that “they” are right when they say taking care of yourself helps you do a better job of taking care of others. Nearly all of these activities that I thought were so selfish actually opened the door to me being a much better, more connected, more empathetic, and more effectual person. They also, strangely enough, strengthened my Christian walk.
In converting to the Episcopal Church, I really thought I was doing it because I wanted to feel more alive in my faith. I wanted a livelier faith experience and a stronger feeling of God’s presence in my life. When I read that now, I can see that my motivations were initially pretty me-oriented. I wasn’t thinking about how I could serve God and His family better. I was thinking about how I wanted to feel.
Despite this initial motivation, my walk towards conversion led me to a much deeper, more intimate, and more service-minded connection with God and His people. By allowing myself to go down this path in the way I did, I allowed God to bless me with an extra helping of grace. Also, it opened my heart to becoming involved in ministries. Without having to “discipline” myself to volunteer after my year of self-indulgence, I organically began to participate. I deliver meals to the homebound. I presented a discussion program at a women’s group meeting. I am slated to help launch a faith enrichment program at my church in 2019.
Joining more activities in my community has also led me to projects to help others. One of my new activities raises money for books to support a local early learning and literacy center.
My walk into the Episcopal Church and joining more activities in my community also helped me be a more secure, comfortable person. That may sound, again, like a benefit to me. It was, but it also helped open that closed door inside me that keeps me from doing things that I am naturally inclined to do. I think I am a fairly empathetic, thoughtful person. However, in the past, I often didn’t act on those feelings for fear of being intrusive or being rejected. In my new, self-centered persona, I am more able to reach out to others and let them feel my heart. Writing and publishing my book has also helped me grow in that way.
Facebook helped me connect with old and new friends. I have also been able to use Facebook to reinvigorate my Thankful Thursday project from my working days. By sowing thankfulness each Thursday on the Facebook field, I think I am brightening life a little tiny bit. I am also able to spread the love of God in that endeavor. The whole project seems to be getting a little traction, so maybe the internet winds are blowing the thankful seeds further than I realize.
In pursuing my fun, friends, and travel activities, I find I am regaining some of the spirit that was always me before sadness quelled it. I feel better and, as a result, I am a better companion for everyone who loves me. I love better and, therefore, I am easier to love.
Yes, 2018 was the Year of Terri. I am hoping 2019 is, as well!
What will you do to make 2019 the year of you? Please share your perspective by leaving a comment. In the alternative, you can email me at email@example.com.
Happy New Year! Thank you for reading!
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