Imperfectly Perfectly Human

I’ve been thinking a lot this week about what it means to be human.

After a challenging six months, I’d taken myself away on holiday for a week with the sole aim of taking care of myself. Rest, recuperation and recovering my spirit and strength to come back refreshed – a formula I’ve used before.

It’s an odd thing though, because when I’m at work, in a state of “flow”, moving in the magical spaces in nature, everything feels like light and love, and it’s just easy. The people are nice, kind, and respectful and perfectly imperfect.

It’s just all the “stuff” around it that makes it tricky, the “stuff” other people may refer to as “real life”.

Someone told me recently that it was like I was living in a “bubble” and that it wasn’t “real”.

At risk of starting an argument, I silently disagreed.

What is “real” to me is the natural world – the sun, the moon, animals, wildlife, but also love, light, connection, acceptance, sharing and respecting the Earth, and doing what makes our soul come alive.

What’s not real (to me) is Love Island, overly filtered selfies, beauty obsession, trying to look like everyone else, keeping up with the Joneses, power struggles, control, manipulation, bullying and most of all, shaming others who don’t conform or buy into this stuff.

I guess it all depends on our definition of “real” doesn’t it?

What I do know is that, no matter what our “filters” on the world are, we are all human.

Which, by definition, means that we are neither perfect, nor without fault.

When I realised the freedom I had in spending a week away on my own, I decided to put some of it to good use. I printed off over 150 of the ramblings I’ve written for this paper and I set about reading them and choosing the ones I found most useful for when you’re going through dark times.

I guess being told all the time I should “take some of my own advice” started to sink in, so I did just that. It did me the world of good and though it may seem a little “self-absorbed” to some, it was beneficial on so many levels.

Disregarding the judgements of me through that time, I decided instead to be kind to myself, and accept that, I may be a yoga teacher, but I am first and foremost, human.

The fabulous Brene Brown reminded me of the important of this:

“What we don’t need in the midst of struggle is shame for being human”.

No, indeed we don’t. Neither from ourselves, nor others.

The beauty of being away on my own was that the only person with the ability to “shame” me (to my face at least), was me.

I knew that shaming myself would not be helpful in any way, and I knew that, above all else, the greatest healing tool we have is self-compassion.

No matter what judgements are coming from other “imperfectly perfect” souls, we are all “only human”.

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