My worth used to be based on people’s opinions of me. The love I had for myself was a direct reflection of the love I received from others.
Previous life goal: make everyone love you.
It is a neat thing, being saved. I am able to see a direct comparison of what my life used to be to what it is now.
Every. Single. Day.
The most recent and drastic comparison was made on my way home from a three-week trip. I traveled to four different states to visit my best friends from college.
First, a glimpse of what a vacation used to feel like.
My mind was filled with selfish thoughts, my ego was often boosted, and my trips lacked purpose.
I used to be on a high when I visited a friend or vacationed. I felt entitled to a good time. I deserved a great life and awesome experience.
Ridiculous thoughts would fill my head.
“I must be a pretty cool person.”
“I guess I am doing something right to go here or there and be with this person or that one.”
“Wow, look at me. Living my best life!”
Now, imagine when a trip did not go as planned.
Some trips were just not as magnificent as I dreamed up in my head weeks before.
Leading to more thoughts from the silly little guy in my head.
“What did I do to deserve this?”
“I feel so sorry for myself.”
“This is not how I wanted the trip to go.”
Me, me, me. Exhausting.
However, this trip was different. Totally different. The entire trip from start to finish.
I realized nothing about a good time is about me.
It is about Him.
I am on an airplane home from my trip and I am completely humbled by the blessings in my life.
I am worthy solely because I am His.
I swear six months ago this would be a totally different experience.
I would be on the plane home, feeling on top of the world. Feeling like I must have done something right.
I always made the trip, experience, and opportunities about me.
Today, I am on the way home in a state of peace.
No highs, no lows. Just contentment in my heart.
I have joy.
I was humbled by my friends who gave me gifts or wrote me cards after our time together. I was surprised by their gestures, as I was the one who should be thanking them.
Their kind words filled my heart. My soul felt lighter.
But, their words no longer defined me.
I used to base my worth on what my friends wrote or said about me. I lived for peer affirmation. Reading cards over and over again to confirm all the good things I wanted to believe about myself.
Now, I can read those cards with a sense of gratitude for my friends and for God’s love.
It is and never was about me.
I wanted this trip to be different than the rest.
I did not want to go on a vacation and just bask in all of it’s glory.
I wanted to bask in His glory.
And that I did.
One message I recieved from a sermon during my time in California was this:
“The world tells us to chase happiness, but happiness is fleeting.”
That one hit me deep.
One of those moments that takes your breath away and sends chills through your bones.
A realization that I no longer chase happiness.
What a relief.
I began my trip with a content heart and joy for this world.
I came home the same.
Oh and if you are wondering my new life goal:
love everyone, even the birds.
I always struggled with the idea of self-love.
It often felt like an endless journey towards an unknown finish line.
When will I get there? At what point do I consider myself loved? What will it feel like? All questions I asked myself.
For a good chunk of my life I battled insecurities and felt like I was different (more about that in an upcoming post). I did not love what I saw when I looked in the mirror.
In 27 years, more often than not I loathed myself, instead of loved.
Good news is that I have the rest of my life to make up for it. Hallelujah!
I always loved what was on the inside and felt like my heart was pure and my soul was genuine. However, I did not feel like the outside was an accurate reflection of my inner beauty. (Again, in a future post.)
The last two years I went on a little quest to find myself. I wanted to feel that true love that every self-help book, Instagram influencer, and motivational speaker talk about.
They make it sound so easily attainable and I desperately wanted to change that negative inner chatter to uplifting affirmations.
"You cannot truly love another, until you learn to love yourself."
"If you're searching for the one person that will change your life, look in the mirror."
I purchased countless books, meditated, researched, relaxed and took great care of myself.
Frankly, I spoiled the crap out of myself. All in hopes of reaching the end goal of loving myself 110%.
I took "treat yo self" to a whole new level.
However, something was still missing.
I still did not feel all the way there. This newfound "self-love" would still waver. It did not feel stable.
I would be on a self-loving high for one to two weeks. Then a few days later, I felt quite average. Eventually, I would fall completely off my horse and sit in a puddle of self-pity for an undetermined amount of time.
It still very much felt like an endless and exhausting pursuit. A roller coaster that never quite ended. Barf.
It was not until this past November when I learned what true, everlasting, and unconditional love for myself really meant. What it is supposed to feel like and what put a stop to my draining journey.
To love myself fully is to love God. In all his glory.
His grace and forgiveness are everything I need. The moment I made the choice to surrender my heart to Him is the exact moment the walls came crashing down.
The tireless search to feel complete and whole ended. The battle to feel like I was happy, satisfied and worthy stopped. The worry and anxiety turned to passing thoughts that I would give to Him .
All I could feel in my heart was overwhelming joy.
Suddenly, nothing on the outside mattered. I no longer saw my imperfections as negatives, but as the beautiful way in which God created me.
"I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well" (Pslams 139:14).
I feel confident. I feel worthy. I feel FULLY loved. It is hard to explain, but these feelings are not even for me or about me. They are for the Man who created me and gave His life for all of us.
I finally accepted that I was worthy of His love and that is all I need.
"For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sounded mind" (2 Timothy 1:7).
No self-care tactic or motivational quote can do for me what He has.
I am ten days away from double jaw surgery and I cannot help, but feel completely thankful for finding this peace before going into it. I put a ton of weight on this surgery throughout my life, thinking it was going to fix everything. It would change what was on the outside and calm my anxious heart.
What I began to understand in witnessing God's grace is that I am fully loved. Right now. In this exact moment. Sins and all. Imperfections and beauty. I am His.
His love is unwavering and unfailing. What could be more satisfying than that?
The search is over.
Has someone ever pursued you tirelessly for fifteen years?
Have you known about this pursuit the entire time and just ignored it?
You think after a couple years, one or two things might happen. I would give in and say yes OR they would give up. Either they are crazy about me OR just plain crazy.
What if I told you someone pursued me my entire life?
Whether you know it or not — the greatest love story begins from the day you are born.
Sounds wild. I know.
I first realized I was being pursued at twelve years old and he did not give up, until I finally said yes.
Fifteen years later.
He watched me turn a shoulder to his love not once, but time and time again. His gestures were big and small. At times he would try very hard and other times his presence was barely visible.
Not because of his love, but because of my openness to it. Most of the time, I was totally closed off to the idea of him.
He watched me dance, laugh and entertain his greatest enemy. He watched me fall in lust with his competitor. He watched me worship his rival.
He still wanted me.
He heard me speak awful things about him. He heard me question his validity. His loyalty and his truth. He heard me question if he even existed.
Yet, he still wanted me.
He somehow felt my desire to know him, even when my actions said otherwise. He showed up every single day, knowing that I was not willing to hear him out.
He really is remarkable.
I convinced myself that he could not be there for me. He could not fill the small holes in my heart. I did not want to fill the void with his endless, pure and forgiving love. I wanted something different.
I chose temporary satisfaction, instead of his everlasting greatness.
Maybe I am the crazy one.
Did I not feel worthy enough of his love? Did I not love myself enough to accept this type of relationship? Why did it take so long to come around?
All questions I ask myself.
However, it does not matter now.
He won the race for my love. Finally.
What a guy.
At twenty-seven years old I can finally say that,
“I found the love of my life.”
I knew who he was this entire time, but I did not know his story. I knew he was generous, but I did not know the extent of his forgiveness. I knew he was a good guy, but I did not understand what he did for every single one of us.
I did not know that this entire time all he wanted was a relationship.
He wants nothing more than love and acceptance into my heart. No expectations, no pressure and no judgement.
You think after a lifetime of trying that he would have expected a little more from me?
Nope, he is a simple guy.
Maybe you are wondering who the heck I am talking about. Maybe you know. Maybe you have no clue. Maybe you do not care. All good.
I know Him now and it is the greatest feeling in the world. All I had to do was say YES to His love.
Live Loved, my friends.
It has been a LONG time coming. So here it goes...
I was told my blog posts are too fluffy. Powder puffy. Maybe they are, but I'm a softie. I’m about to keep it real with you.
I failed and it sucks.
One month ago, I was bright-eyed and eager as I boarded a plane from Toronto to Milan, Italy. I was offered a three-month long contract to train and play with the infamous and extremely talented volleyball team - VBC Pomì Casalmaggiore.
One month ago, I stepped onto the court at Nelson Mandela Forum in Florence, Italy. I had to pinch myself for I was playing in the first division of Italy. That's huge. I was playing beside athletes I admired and watched from afar for years. I was across the net from many I deemed "out of my league."
One month ago, I received the opportunity to do something big in my career. I got the chance to play with the best and make a mark in the professional world. I was excited to prove to myself that I could play in the league of my dreams.
One month ago, I also had this little voice in my head telling me I was not good enough. I was fearful and anxious. As badly as I tried to drown those thoughts, visions of failing played WAY too often in my mind. I constantly questioned whether I belonged on this team or if I just got lucky.
What is that?
Where does that come from?
That feeling like you do not belong somewhere. The feeling of being inferior to your teammates, coworkers, or friends. It does not foster an environment to be successful. I felt like my mistakes were magnified and nothing was ever good enough. I was in a constant state of trying to prove myself.
Totally in my head. Totally a victim to self-doubt.
I wish I could tell you that I made a miraculous recovery and came out on top. I want to sit here and write about how I made a name for myself in this league. How I came to this club and led this team to victory.
But, that is not the case.
Today, I am watching my team play a match from behind the court. Sitting next to our statistician and camera man. Only 13 players are allowed to dress for the match and I turned out to be lucky number 14.
It sucks. It hurts. Failure brings out the most insecure parts of me.
Failing causes me to dwell in self-pity. I am actually really good at that. It makes me want to throw the towel in and confirm all the disgusting beliefs I had about myself and my abilities before this started.
"You were right, Megan. This league is too good for you and you should stick to being comfortable and play at a level that is better suited to you."
I cannot help but feel like all those thoughts and visions of being inadequate are true. This experience confirmed that.
Also, I am not surprised. How could I be successful when I am in constant turmoil?
When my mind battles with whether I am capable or not. When my confidence is so easily shaken. When I do not have unwavering belief in myself.
The best players I played with never seem to be the most skilled. They are usually the ones with this delusional, almost irrational sense of confidence. Jealous.
I feel stuck in this sick and viscous cycle that I know all too well. Failing makes me want to become a recluse and play into the role of not being good enough. It makes me want to stay comfortable and throw the towel in.
"Do not challenge yourself again, Megan. Maybe it is to move on."
But, I know that’s the easy way out. It’s simple to agree with the negative thoughts. It's comfortable to fail.
I fear success more than failure.
So here I am. Uncertain of where or when my next contract will be. Not sure of my next move. Not quite confident in my abilities. Doubting if I could ever play at this level again. Wondering if this will be the story of my career. Uncertain if this was my one shot and I missed it.
In the same breath, I am certain about a few things. I am certain that I will keep trying. I am sure this will not be the last time I fail. I am positive I will be successful. I do not want to give up. I do not want to stand in my own way my entire career. I know it is within me.
I will end this post with a quote from my favourite author, Rupi Kaur. I felt the need for some fluff:
"I learned all things come in twos. Life and death. Pain and joy. Salt and sugar. Me and you. It's the balance of the universe."
I will add something in there -- failure and success.
If I choose, it is only a matter of time before I feel the latter. The beauty in all of this is that I have a choice.
I choose to accept this "failure" as a step in the direction of my goals. Whether it feels like it or not.
And I choose to keep going.
That's all. Peace, my loves.
I am beginning to understand that 75% or more of the things I own hold no value to me.
Candles, jewellery, clothes, shoes, bags and miscellaneous products.
I own an absurd amount of the above.
I could clothe an entire all-girls school with my wardrobe at home. Not to mention all my stuff scattered throughout the globe. All the things I left in Boulder, CO and Raleigh, NC. The two suitcases and three duffle bags I have waiting for me in Switzerland.
No matter where I am, I always end up with more things than I know what to do with. That realization sparked some serious reflection.
Why are things called valuables and what does that mean to me?
By definition: a thing that is of great worth, especially a small item of personal property.
How many valuables do I actually own?
I am surrounded by things that hold no value to me. Stuff that is just there. Cluttering my life and getting in the way. The month of January hit me with three important moments:
1. My best friend was jetting off to Florida and Mexico for two weeks. She packed her belongings in a backpack. A small, personal, carry-on backpack. In all my travels whether short, long, near or far, I have never, EVER, traveled with one suitcase. Let alone a carry-on backpack.
Huge moment of admiration for that girl.
2. I watched the documentary Minimalism: A Documentary About The Important Things. Whoa. Watch it as soon as you can. If you are anything like me, it could prompt a clean sweep of your life. These two dudes, among many others, are on a mission to live a more meaningful life through the art of letting go.
What would life be like with less stuff and more meaning?
3. I misplaced things over the break. Nothing new. I tend to lose things. Everything from five different lip balms to the one house key I was responsible for. I usually chalk it up to my personality and feel doomed in that sense.
But, maybe I have too much stuff that means nothing to me. Keeping tabs on 100 different hair ties or four pairs of mitts is hard. I also know that if I lose one lip balm, another one is hiding somewhere.
What if I only owned one? Maybe it would hold more meaning to me.
I started with my shower. Weird place to start, I know. I woke up with this revelation and went in the shower to find four different kinds of shampoo, two conditioners, body wash and scrub, soap, a loofa and a cloth. I knew something was wrong. I looked around and thought:
I need one shampoo and conditioner. In fact, I could become more of a minimalist and purchase a two-in-one shampoo. After throwing away all the unnecessary products, my shower looks bare and it is refreshing.
I am in the process of my room and it is overwhelming. Getting rid of stuff is not hard. It is draining and exhausting to see just how much stuff I have to give away.
Naturally, thoughts creep into my mind...
"Maybe I will need this super tacky jewellery and outfit for Halloween or a costume party."
"I think these headbands and three-pronged curling iron might come back in style one day and I want to be prepared!"
"I hope I find the missing partner to these 26 single socks."
No, Megan. Just no.
After one month into the new year, I feel like I finally set my first lifestyle change. I am going to stop holding onto things that hold no value to me. This includes everything from a cheesy coffee mug to relationships.
I am going to stop assigning meaning to certain valuables unless they intrinsically hold it. My alarm clock and toothbrush will always hold value. But again, I do not need four different toothbrushes in rotation.
One will suffice. Things are just things.
I whole-heartedly believe that not only will my life become less cluttered and my brain a little less scattered, but maybe I will begin to let go of things much bigger than my personal valuables.
I vow to stop holding on.
God, that feels good.
** The photos at the top are of my meaningless things. I will be donating it all to those in need.
Author: Megan Cyr
Born and raised in Canada. College educated in America. Currently residing wherever volleyball takes me.