Taking out the trash.

All my life I’ve had trouble with confrontation.  Even as a little 1st grader I let myself be bullied into losing a game of hide and seek by an oversized 3rd grader, just so she might befriend me. As an adult, I still find myself nodding and smiling untruthfully to keep the peace. I didn’t learn then and I still haven’t learned now.  My excuse is- “I’m being a nice person.” Everyone likes a nice person right? After all, as women aren’t we made of sugar and spice and everything NICE? Sounds good on paper doesn’t it? Of course it does. The real truth is, I just want everyone to like me. I want everyone to think I’m the nicest sweetest person in the world. I want to be someone who doesn’t make waves and makes the whole world full of rainbows and unicorns. Fat chance. My sleepless nights and anxiety are fueled by other peoples’ stressors and garbage dumped on my lap. It would be easy for me to blame them, and believe me I did at first. In the end the only person to blame is myself. I was the one who let other people dump on me. I gave them permission to use me as the city dump.

This month I’ve started spring cleaning my life. Besides cleaning the winter crap off the windows in my apartment, throwing out old clothes that have cluttered my closet floor, I’ve started removing the crap from my emotional life as well.  Toxic people were first on my list. There’s the so-called best friend from back home that never calls or makes an effort to maintain our friendship across the continent. There are the Pilates clients that make my job difficult and want to control their session.  With much coaching from family, friends, and a good therapist, I finally got the balls to stand up for myself and create some much needed conflict. Acid wash jeans from the 80’s, check. The ugly Christmas sweater from my crazy aunt Ellen, check. Toxic waste people out on the curb with the recycling, check. Then I got to thinking. Why is it that I’ve held out so long, took so much abuse, and what made it so difficult to say goodbye?

My first theory is that it’s comfortable. Change is difficult, uncomfortable, and messy. It’s much easier to keep the dysfunction going then stir up some junk. It’s much nicer to be clean and proper, well dressed with every hair in place.. Making a change requires me to admit that I’m not perfect. That was just too much for me to face. The fact that I can’t make everyone happy was hard for me to admit. What was harder? Living with all this sludge in my lap or facing my imperfections?

Finally it hit me, I was so busy trying to make everyone else happy that I had no time to make myself happy. Did I even know how? Yes, I do know how….Pilates. I don’t do Pilates so I can be a Pilates superstar or be better than anyone else. I do it for my soul, for myself, and so that I can eat cheese or chocolate (or someday if we’re lucky maybe even cheese chocolate!). I gain strength, power, confidence, and grace. That time I spend in the studio doing my hundred, my roll-ups, my teasers, is solely for me, about me, and no one else. So, I took the lessons I learned from practicing Pilates and applied them to the rest of my life.  Like Pilates, removing the toxins is a process and has to be learned and practiced every day of my life, but in the end I decided to make myself happy. After all, that’s the one thing I really have control over. Myself.

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3 thoughts on “Taking out the trash.

  1. I completely agree with the post! Sometimes I find myself avoiding saying what’s really on my mind to keep the waters calm. I will make a mental note to stick up for myself more. Thanks Lindsay!

  2. Thanks for your response Victoria!
    I checked out your site I love it! Let me know if you ever need a guest blogger!
    Also, you should join my mailing list if you want to keep in touch.
    Go to my website: http://www.formpilates.com
    Look forward to hearing from you again soon!
    Best,
    Lindsay

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