The Whole Is Better Than The Sum Of Its Parts
even hungover Sunday-school-teachers grow up to be good citizens
I’ve been sick with a doozy this week (medical lingo for very under the weather) so have been unable to string two sentences together. Thankfully things are starting to look up and I was able to pull this essay out of the archives for you. I wrote this piece a couple years ago, reminding us to embrace all of our parts, they are not good or bad, they just are. Please hit the ❤️ to show me your get-well wishes. xo
Also, this morning I dragged myself out on the trail to heal my body and soul and this is what I found…
Beware, your child’s Sunday school teacher may be really hungover.
In fact, she may have arrived at the church straight from the night before, intoxicating your lovely child with her breath while reading a bible story and having them ‘color’ because she has nothing prepared for the lesson (again).
I learned a lot at my Sunday school, both as a student and the hungover teacher in my teens but most of those lessons took many years to sink in…
Gratitude was one lesson. I am thankful for the liberal church I in which I was raised. Not liberal in that they were okay with a drunk teenage teacher or certain debacles (I use that term very lightly!) in the youth girls group - they were very much not ok with that! It was liberal in that they had women in the pulpit in the early days and were the first to ordain gay people. I am thankful I don’t need a lifetime of hard emotional work to get over the damage my church did to me as happened to so many other folks of my generation.
Affirmation of the whole self was another lesson. The knowing that I can be a wild child of the 80’s (big hair anyone?) and an upstanding community member at the same time. I can feel broken yet be truly whole at the same time. I can be in deep grief and find myself enjoying the sun on my back at the same time. Acceptance of the whole. This entire lesson did not come from that church, but the seed was planted there.
Reconciliation of one’s self is a lifetime of work. Recognizing that being human means we show up with many sides to us that our culture tells us cannot coexist, such as hungover/drunk and Sunday school teacher. All these fragments are part of us, yet we tend to compartmentalize and label them from the get-go. ‘Bad’ teenage party girl, ‘good’ Sunday school teacher.
Sidebar – before the internet goes hairy on me about this please know that I am NOT condoning the abhorrent actions of any church, nor am I saying anyone gave me permission to show up and teach Sunday school probably still under the influence. The only moral of this story is that we all have many sides to us…I am referring to the individual and used the church as an illustration. Also, to let you know that I was raised in the Christian faith and remain a deeply spiritual person, although not only Christian.
Back to the story…we need to become our own best friend. This sounds so much like an internet platitude that you may tune it out, but I don’t know how else to say it!
Think about the person in your life you accept fully without judgement. Consider how it feels to wholeheartedly accept them even when you don’t agree with them? When I think of that I feel freedom and relief. Whew — our bond stands no matter what.
Let’s do this for ourSELVES.
How?
We can use our conscious, thinking mind to acknowledge we’re doing the best we can, there are reasons for our actions and what appears to be a screw up means we will do it differently next time. Don’t get me wrong, this is no excuse for bad behaviour or spending our life on the couch, eating Doritos and surfing crap – we are better than that. We are responsible for our own life.
This is about owning the human fact that we are all things at the same time.
Let’s pay attention when we’re thinking divisive things about ourself. If we feel a little sick or run down remember it’s possible to still have happy moments or a good day (although I admit I was not feeling that vibe earlier this week). We can have an anxiety attack yet feel safe, be super busy but remain calm at the same time. You get the idea…just go be all the things (haha, I know - barf!)
There are wonderful side effects of doing this work, namely that you settle into your SELF more deeply and in no longer judging & dividing yourself you stop judging others as much.
So, I’m over here no longer doing anything hungover and working on allowing for all the broken pieces to co-exist. I’m going for greater personal peace and freedom. A lofty goal…I’ll let you know how it goes.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being here with me, you have no idea how much it means.
xoxo Donna
P.S. When do you find it hardest to allow the frustrating parts of you to simply be there? For me it’s when I’m really run down or tired, I find it very hard to stop the bitchy voice inside my head.
Hope you’re feeling better. 🙏 And yet you still managed to write a wonderful essay. 👏👏
Love this Donna. Thanks so much for the remainder as I’m wiping my nose bleed from beating myself up again 🙄