Hi strangers! I’ve missed you!
I’ve been keeping very busy since we last chatted. Lots of cleaning, organizing, and decluttering going on in my house. And even some exercising. I’m not sure where this burst of energy came from but I’m going to ride it as long as I can. It’s a great feeling to walk into a closet or open a drawer and feel the peace of an uncluttered, organized space. Maybe that sounds too Zen to you, but I here to tell you it’s true.
But that’s not what I wanted to talk about today.
Today I’d like to take a moment and talk about what we do and who we are.
I love doing things to make people happy, put a smile on their face, or make them feel special. I do these things because I want to show I love and care about someone. It’s for them. If you’re familiar with Gary Chapman’s work, you might say acts of service is one of my top love languages. It’s how I express my love for others. But if I’m completely honest with myself, there is some place deep inside me that believes if I didn’t do things for people, they wouldn’t like me. Which I think comes from a little place that still believes I am not good enough to be liked for who I am.
This really hits home when someone is bothered by who I am. I mean those things that I do or say without even thinking about them. Or the way I do or say things. I feel like it’s not what I say that bothers them (which can be easily fixed), but who I am (which is not so easily fixed). It’s as if love becomes connected to things on its way out, but it becomes connected to me on its way in – or when it doesn’t come in. I may have completely lost half of you by now and the other half may think I’m completely nuts. Either one is okay. It comes down to the feeling that I sometimes feel like people will love me if I do the right things, but won’t love me just for who I am.
Now don’t get me wrong. This isn’t something that clouds my every thought. But once in a while a crops up, and when it does, it bugs me. I’ve come a long way over the years in knowing who I am and there are a lot of qualities about myself that I love. I wonder, though, where I learned that it’s what I do and not who I am that people love. And why that belief holds on so tightly. When did my love language become my reason to be loved?
What do you think? Do you have a hard time separating what you do from who you are? If you took away those things would you feel as though there was enough left to be loved? Or worth being loved?
~mwe