Already I can guarantee that my children are rolling their eyes as they read the title of this musing. What can I say? We do it all the time. Give away our power I mean. I am forever telling my kids not to give away their power. I posed the question on my FB status today, why is it that numbers have so much power? Numbers of age, numbers of degrees (on many levels) number of lbs, number of children, numbers of books, cars, homes, whatever it is, it seems that we associate so much power to them.
It happens all the time in our lives. I woke up refreshed this morning. I started my day learning a new skill on my sewing machine. Something I thought was going to be so difficult was actually so easy. She taught me a few little tricks The woman teaching me is someone I haven't visited with in a long time. We had a nice chat. It was so enjoyable. I felt energized.
Then later this morning, I went for a routine check up. I walked into the doctor's office feeling full of life. Part of the exam is weighing the patient. I stepped on the scale and some of the sweetness of life was sucked right out the window. I had to get on the scale. Since being anorexic for most of my life climbing onto the scale has been a difficult thing for me to do. In fact for years I didn't own a scale. I didn't want that little machine to determine how I felt about me. I didn't want to give it so much power. I had no power over that. It was just the way it was.
Over the years I have tended to judge myself by the number I see. I spent years telling myself messages according to that number. Immediately I take off my shoes, trying to calculate how much my clothes actually weigh so I can subtract it from the number I see on the scale. I have given the scale so much power over the years. In an instant it can make me feel unworthy, unlovable, ugly, fat, and a host of unforgiving adjectives fill my mind as I seek to redefine myself in that moment. I came into the room feeling great, stepped on the scale and realized how little control I actually have over my body or mind. My whole day is changed by that number. It just comes over me. I can and do work on changing the power that it holds over me. It is daily work. Letting go of that notion that the number is important. I know it is not so. It is not a rational thing. It just is what it is and I recognize once again how little control I actually have over my life.
Then the doctor took my blood pressure. It was 112/62 low blood pressure. A smile returned to my face. I have been working at lowering stress in my life. I eat healthfully, do yoga, walk every day, drink lots of water, and spend time with those I love. I have low blood pressure again. That means that all the work I have been doing to rid my body of stress is probably working. This is "good". Some of that saucy life force came back in through the open window. Such a roller coaster. Numbers determining my demeanor once again, but it feels differently because it is positive. None the less it has control over how I feel about what I do for my body.
I don't have a magic cure for this problem. I know many face it. There are some 12 step programs out there for those of us that need to learn we have no control for the most part, over what happens in our lives. We are in a process of daily readjustment. Each day is a letting go of old beliefs and habits that are sucking our life force from us. These unhealthy habits are not working.
I want to participate in finding ways to bring breath and freshness back into my life. I want to be sharing the space with others on this planet in a sweetness that is full and energetically clear so we can move through our days here with joy. That is my plan.