Friday, March 16, 2012

Randomness and Reality...strength

I haven't been on in while due to a TON of stuff going on in my life...in many areas. And, because this is a blog (even though it is my blog) I just haven't wanted to put all of my personal stuff out there. I know I can hide...or block it, but I told myself, when I started this blog, that I would not do that...this is mine and mine alone. It is my space to be me... Very few of my friends/family know this blog exists because I want to be me without their commentary or judgement. Due to what has gone on, I have "hidden" from my blog to keep from causing others pain or hurt by speaking about it. I kind of feel like I have cheated myself in that area. That is what a blog is for...not to cause pain, but to be your own space. I want to be "the real me" in my spot.

I often come to this song: The Real Me by Natalie Grant

Foolish heart looks like we're here again
Same old game of plastic smile
Don't let anybody in
Hiding my heartache, will this glass house break
How much will they take before I'm empty
Do I let it show, does anybody know?

[Chorus:]
But you see the real me
Hiding in my skin, broken from within
Unveil me completely
I'm loosening my grasp
There's no need to mask my frailty
Cause you see the real me
Painted on, life is behind a mask
Self-inflicted circus clown
I'm tired of the song and dance
Living a charade, always on parade
What a mess I've made of my existence
But you love me even now
And still I see somehow
But you see the real me
Hiding in my skin, broken from within
Unveil me completely
I'm loosening my grasp
There's no need to mask my frailty
Cause you see the real me
Wonderful, beautiful is what you see
When you look at me
You're turning the tattered fabric of my life into
A perfect tapestry
I just wanna be me
But you see the real me
Hiding in my skin, broken from within
Unveil me completely
I'm loosening my grasp
There's no need to mask my frailty
Cause you see the real me
And you love me just as I am
Wonderful, beautiful is what you see
When you look at me

Here is the video:



This song resonates in my head...the real me...letting people in...taking off my mask...

Most recently, I have come to know a lot about truth, trust, and complete honesty; parts that make up "the real me". I often think about others feelings in most everything I do. Part of that means that I will not do/say something because of pain that I thought it might cause. Some issues that have taken place in my life recently have to do with me saying/doing something that hurt another person(s). It was done totally without prior thought to the pain (or other emotions) it could cause, but was just me being me. I am not sorry about it...I am sorry about the emotional downfall it cause.

I have a heart that cares a lot about people...how they feel, what they think, what they do...but in a manner that is totally heart led. All this has taught me that maybe thing aren't what they seemed to be and maybe (no, I know for sure) that I wasn't being me...the whole me.

I have learned that I can't please everyone and that life is to be lived. When I tell someone that I love them, I mean it. If you are my friend, you are my friend for life...I don't ever count on it ending...even if does sometimes. If I let you "in"...you are "in"... I don't trust easily due to things in my life that have hurt me, but I try.

As I write this post, I am still holding back...not being completely me. This has all caused so much emotional turmoil.

Why am I holding back?! Why am I worried?! Why am I fearful?! Why do I chose NOT to be the real me? Why am I what I see the real me as, and it still not be what makes me feel good? Why can't I just be blunt and honest and not worry?

It makes me so angry at myself...

Does anyone else have this picture of who they think they are or want to be vs who they really are or want to be?

For example, I know a lot about myself in terms of what I like, what I am like and who/where I would like to be. I am a Christian...LOVE IT. Although, I guess maybe I am not a "good enough" Christian in what my stereotype is...but I have no idea what that stereotype is. I guess I see it as a: prays day and night, reads the bible seeking advice on everything, fits in a perfect little box with a pretty pink bow on top, perfect hair, perfect clothes, etc.

ME: Loves Contemporary Christian music, skulls, tattoos, songs that make me feel good no matter the lyrics, a glass of wine (or two), punk rock music, cussing, rebelling, piercings, teaching, "classy but yet comfortable" attire, reading the bible when I remember to do so, lacking in devoted prayer time about anything and everything, other things that I am sure I would be looked at "un-Christian-like" about.

I hate the judgement that I feel in this area...not that anyone has said anything about my Christianity, but the thoughts that are implied by cleverly spoken words.

It is also like me being a teacher. It seems that there is little box that teachers are supposed to fit in, and while I love teaching, I DO NOT fit that mold...so to speak. Again, I LOVE tattoos and piercing (something that is very much frowned upon in the teaching world). I love skulls and being different...something looked own upon. I just want to be me. I guess I just have to be the best variation of me while still staying true to who I am. I have the tattoos...they just don't make an appearance at school. :)

I know that my God loves me, and he knows my thoughts and who I am...the real me. So, the question is...why can't I allow everyone to see the real me? Why do we (I) hide?

Casting Crowns has a song that, for me, explains my thought process...maybe

"Stained Glass Masquerade"

Is there anyone that fails
Is there anyone that falls
Am I the only one in church today feelin' so small

Cause when I take a look around
Everybody seems so strong
I know they'll soon discover
That I don't belong

So I tuck it all away, like everything's okay
If I make them all believe it, maybe I'll believe it too
So with a painted grin, I play the part again
So everyone will see me the way that I see them

Are we happy plastic people
Under shiny plastic steeples
With walls around our weakness
And smiles to hide our pain
But if the invitation's open
To every heart that has been broken
Maybe then we close the curtain
On our stained glass masquerade

Is there anyone who's been there
Are there any hands to raise
Am I the only one who's traded
In the altar for a stage

The performance is convincing
And we know every line by heart
Only when no one is watching
Can we really fall apart

But would it set me free
If I dared to let you see
The truth behind the person
That you imagine me to be

Would your arms be open
Or would you walk away
Would the love of Jesus
Be enough to make you stay

I am such a music/lyric person...it speaks to me and makes sense when nothing else does.

Maybe I need to stop thinking of what "perfect" is, and start being me...the real me...stained and all.


To change the subject in a way...I have been more in God's word lately. More than I normally am and it makes me very proud of myself. It is mostly due to situations around me, but nonetheless He is calling me to his word...in daily life and in prayer.

Due to the above-mentioned stuff, I got a new tattoo last week. It represents a whole lot of stuff and will carry me through future stuff.




There is much more going on in my life (for a few other posts), but I am going to end this total randomness. I hope that if you read this you get to know me a little better (and that I don't run you off).


2 comments:

  1. when I hit rocky roads about a year ago, I wore a bracelet that said STRENGTH. You are braver than I, going for the tattoo!

    I will e mail you my thoughts to all of this, because I have A LOT to say!

    BUT...if I had to give a short version of my response, I would say this:

    nobody..and I mean NOBODY (and yes that includes ME) is 100% honest on a blog. Remember...what we say "here" is seen by the ENTIRE WORLD. And frankly, the entire world does not need to know the real you!

    Now, as for our daily, intimate life...I hear ya loud and clear.
    It has taken me a long time to accept MYSELF..that yes, I am a child of God and go to daily mass and as my husband calls me, a Jesus Freak.
    I also love fashion, and worked at a modeling agency, I curse way too much, have been known to tell my kids to shut up under my breath, dance on my kitchen counter, gossip, love to drink wine and margaritas, and have a very filthy sense of humor.
    And I teach 3rd grade religion. :-)

    But here is the deal. God gave me my sense of humor. God gave me the talent of art and fashion. I see these all as God given talents. The cursing? Well, sure, that could stop. But I am human. We all are.

    Nobody can fit themselves into one small box.
    Nobody.
    And frankly, that sounds boring and suffocating.

    This stuff you are working through is a gift.
    God is poking you..tagging you..tweeting for you!
    Accept this time in your life.
    Embrace this struggle.

    When all is said and done, you will be an even better YOU.
    Tattoos and all.

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  2. Laura, I know that you emailed me privately about this, too, but I just wanted you to know (publicly) that I think about your words every day! Your advice has made such a difference. You are such a wonderful woman, and remember...you are touching lives with your blog everyday...even if it is just one!

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