Empowerment Starts With You

As it’s International Women’s Day I feel that it is OK for me to hop on my soapbox and have a bit of a rant as well as inspire others to do the same.  Now, I know it’s been forever and a day since I’ve written a post, but with two kids, a part-time job, running my own online business and all that other adulting stuff, writing was put on the back burner.  However, it was my goal this week to do a blog post, so here we are, soapbox and all.

So begins my soapbox rant.  I’ve seen a few things on my Facebook feed recently that got me pretty fired up.  Let’s start with a little boy who went to Disney and wanted to dress up as a princess.  Now, I’m sure that a lot of you probably heard this story as it went viral, but it really upset me (as a mother of a young son, who also likes to dress up as a princess).  This little boy’s mother wanted him to have a wonderful experience at the Bibbity Bobbity Boo Boutique, where he would have the full princess experience, dressed to the nines, etc.  When she went to book the experience she was told that her son couldn’t come as it was only for girls and it wasn’t appropriate.  Yet, if a girl wanted to dress up as Spiderman (my 4-year-old often does) this would be encouraged.  For most open-minded parents this kind of thing would make your blood boil.  At the end of the day, we only want our children to feel happy and included, no matter what society deems as ‘normal’ or ‘acceptable’.

We are pushing so hard for equality in the workplace, equality in society, and in rethinking our gender roles.  If we are telling young girls that they can be whatever they want, can do whatever they want in life, wouldn’t equality mean we should do the same for young boys?  We should be telling our sons that if they want to dress up as a princess, they can.  If our sons want to be a stay at home dad, they can.  If our sons want to go into a profession dominated by women, shouldn’t they be allowed and encouraged to do so?  Men don’t have to be homosexual to want to do these things.  Men who have had a strong and powerful upbringing that encouraged them to explore their interest regardless of gender roles would surely feel confident and empowered to break the current norms of society.

Another thing that caught my eye on Facebook was a little boy holding a baby doll around town and an older woman said to the mother ‘you shouldn’t allow him to do that’.  The mother was in shock, as I would be as well.  Why shouldn’t he be caring around a baby?  Why shouldn’t we nurture his soft and caring nature?  My son loves babies and is constantly pushing them around and tucking them into bed, even more so than his sister.  By taking away that doll you’re telling him that he isn’t allowed to be caring, that looking after babies is for women, that his role is not to be involved with the children.  I know that’s a heavy thought for a little boy, but think about your formative years, unfortunately, the negative, the people telling you that you can’t do something sticks with you more than the positive.  We need to change that, we all need to take responsibility for the future generations.  Which brings me to the main topic of empowerment.

As a swimming teacher and a mother, I have daily contact with children, as well as parents, grandparents and adults.  It’s not uncommon to have ‘helicopter’ parents watching you intently as you teach their kids not to drown, or coming to you saying what their children are capable of, or coaching them from the poolside.  Now, this got me thinking as I’ve been critised and praised for my work.  I’ve been praised a lot more than I have been critised, but yet, its the criticism I remember.  If I feel this way as a (somewhat) emotionally stable adult, how does an emotionally developing child feel?  Children and adults come into contact with so many other people day in and day out, some experiences positive, and some negative.  What if you could be the positive in their day? What if you could encourage, empower, and reassure them?  I’m not just talking about children, but adults too.  A little bit of kindness goes a long way.

I know that I’m just a swimming teacher and I have a half hour each week with a group of 8-12 children to teach them the basics and techniques of swimming.  But I’m not JUST a swimming teacher, I’m a role model, I’m someone who believes in the power of words.  I know I only have a half hour with each group, but shouldn’t some of that time be dedicated to giving them life lessons?  For example,  I have several kids who might have moved up a stage who say ‘I can’t do this’.  How deflating is that?  Before they even start, they have set themselves up for failure.  It makes me wonder, how many times a day they say that to themselves.  When they tell me that, I tell them that there are no ‘I can’ts in my class, only I cans’.  I tell them that they may not be doing it perfectly just yet, but they definitely CAN do it, and eventually, they WILL do it perfectly.  I tell them that I know they can do it, and I know this because I believe in them, and they should believe in themselves.  I tell them that they are superstars and capable of anything!  It might seem silly, but I feel if I have this little amount of time to teach them a life skill like swimming, should I not be teaching them an equally valuable skill of self-love and belief? I can see their faces light up when I say it, as well as their parents.  You don’t have to know someone to tell them that they are important, valued, capable and loved.  It’s amazing how these few words make a massive impact.  You can make a massive difference in a child’s life, but this isn’t limited to children.

As I mentioned before I run an online business, and like most, I use social media to connect with customers and potential business partners.  I manage a personal and business Instagram to make these connections.  Now, not everyone will be a customer or business partner, but they are valued as they want to share their life with me and are interested in mine.  To share my appreciation I send this message to all my new followers:

‘Thank you for connecting with me. I just wanted to say hi and send you                                 positive vibes.  I hope you have a great day’

You would be amazed at the impact that has had.  So many people say, ‘Wow, thank you, I needed positive vibes today’.  Having a complete stranger want the best for you is such a powerful feeling.  Women and men working together is such a beautiful and encouraging thing.  However, it’s usually the women that need to hear these words the most.

Women are constantly dragged down by society’s standards, our own (usually unrealistic) standards, the pressure of needing to be superwoman to take care of ourselves.  Too many women are shamed by others for not having children, having too many children, bottle feeding, breastfeeding, staying at home, going to work, working part-time, letting their kids have electronics, not letting your kids have electronics, feeding your kids organic food, feeding your kids McDonald’s….when will it stop? No one blames the men in these situations, only the women.  Even men are allowed to have a ‘dad bod’ but women are expected to go back to their pre-pregnancy weight with tight, unmarked skin.  How about we stop dragging each other down, and start building each other up.

Lets start encouraging each other to be proud of our choices and love our differences.  When we work together we become unstoppable.  We all have different talents, goals and skills that contribute to this beautiful thing called life.  Let’s share these talents, goals and skills with the other women in our lives. Let us empower eachother, empower the men in our lives and our children.  When we make others feel good, we feel good.

I can honestly say since I’ve been living a more grateful and positive life I am so much happier and proud of the woman I am.  I haven’t always been this way, but I knew I had to change, and I’ve been helping others change along the way.  You can too.  It doesn’t have to be big, you can simply give a GENUINE compliment to someone you know, or even a complete stranger.  See that smile come across their face, and know that you have just changed the course of their day.

Us women have been through so much in history, and we are still continuing to fight for our rights, and breaking the constraints of society.  We are the hidden gems in the world, we are the reason for being, some of us move quietly others loudly, we do little things every day to show the world that we are here and we are important. We teach the future generation how to treat each other, to fight for their beliefs and to not accept the wrongdoing of others. Remember, in the game of chess, the Queen is the most powerful, so in this game of life what will be your next move?

Love, life, encourage, empower, be fierce, be bold, be powerful, be strong, but most importantly, be you.

Empowerment Starts With You

Bullet Journaling & The Anxious Perfectionist

I’ve seen several post lately about bullet journaling to help with organisation and habit tracking.  Now, as a lover of list and stationary, and knowing full well I need to get into a better routine, this sounded perfect.  Although the time it takes to get it set up seemed daunting, I was up for the task.  However, starting it at 10pm on a Saturday night was probably not the  best decision, but hey, you got to start somewhere, right?

The first mistake I made was starting without a plan.  Although I’ve seen post about how to do it, I didn’t think about what I need to do to make it work for me.  I didn’t think about the habits I want to establish, the goals I had, or what I wanted to include in it. The second mistake was comparing my journal to everyone else’s.

I’ve always been a perfectionist, I like things to look a certain way. I see all these beautifully laid out journal pages and I want mine to look the same, but they don’t.  As I rip out pages and redo them, my anxiety is growing and I feel myself getting more and more upset over something that should help me.  Please tell me I’m not the only one who feels this way.

A lot of my recent anxiety and poor mindset is comparing myself to others.  My body, my circumstances, how they raise their kids and yes, even how the organise a bloody journal!  In recent months if something becomes too stressful and triggers my anxiety I stop that activity.  That’s not how I want to live my life.  I never used to be like that.  Just because something may be difficult or frustrating doesn’t mean it’s not worthwhile.  And just because my journal might not be as pretty as someone else’s, it doesn’t take away from its effectiveness.  (Uh, this should work for my body image as well, but baby steps).

So here is how I plan to move forward:

  1. Plan my bullet journal.  I know this seems redundant, but I need this.  I need to have a plan, a purpose of the journal.  Part of this process will also be laying out the pages.  I will need to figure out what goes where, because you know, OCD.
  2. Breathe.  It is hard for me to accept that mine will not look like the, oh so pretty, ones you see on pinterest. I will have to learn to breathe and know that the purpose of the journal isn’t to be pretty, but to be better organised and improve my habits.
  3. Stay committed. As I said before, if things start to trigger my anxiety I tend to just stop altogether. But, with this I can’t, I just can’t. I know doing this will improve my mental health and just my daily life in the long run, that the few days of stress will be worth it.

I know this post is probably meaningless to the majority of you, but for me this is part of the process.  Writing down the mundane stress of being stressed and not wanting to be stressed.  Have any of you felt this way?  What did you do?  Do you bullet journal?  Has it helped you in anyway?  Let me know, I’d love to hear from you.

Bullet Journaling & The Anxious Perfectionist

Better Late Than Never

Well, where do I begin? I originally set up this blog a little over a year ago, when I hit rock bottom and thought that writing would help.

I was 29 years old I had two year old and 10 month old, and I was working part-time to look after them.  I was stretched so thin emotionally, I didn’t know what to do.  I was struggling and didn’t know who to turn to.  Everything and nothing was wrong at the same time.  I was so irritable and inpatient with the kids, all jokes aside, I was literally ‘in a glass case of emotion‘.  Every time I tried to open up to Chris (my husband) I would get to a point where I didn’t know how to explain myself anymore.  I could not continue like this, I needed help.

I was going to start this blog, as I thought it would help organise my thoughts, as it did when I was younger.  However, every time I tried to start, I couldn’t get the words out. There was so much going on in my mind I couldn’t pin point one idea, one emotion, one thought to focus on.  It was then, I truly knew that I needed REAL help.  I decided to go to the GP to discuss my options for the way I was feeling.  I told him that I felt that I was drowning.  Every little task seemed to overwhelm me.  I would think about something I needed to do weeks in advance and become wrought with anxiety.  My chest was constantly tight, I couldn’t sleep, I would either over eat or not eat at all, my stress and anxiety was running my life.

He asked me when this all started to happen.  I thought back and to be honest, it has been years.  Even since high school I would have stress and anxiety, but at the time it was a healthy amount.  It allowed me to study and get my work done, as even now, I procrastinate to the nth degree.  When I started working full time I could feel myself getting stressed over certain events I was managing or monthly deadlines for my paperwork, but nothing out of the norm.

Looking back, the big trigger was after I had my daughter, Olivia.  Everything gave me anxiety.  She was my first child, so I thought that, that was normal. I would have thoughts of horrible things happening to us.  I would think about terrible car accidents, or us getting mugged, things that would very unlikely happen.  I had no idea that those thoughts weren’t part of parenthood, but actually a sign of Postpartum Depression (PPD). As the months went on and I began to get out more and meet other moms those feelings went away and I didn’t think much of it.

Fast forward 22 months and my son, Henry was born.  It was quiet evident from the beginning that something wasn’t right.  He refused to breastfeed, he would throw up all day, cry in horrific pain and just wouldn’t settle.  I kept telling the doctors that something was wrong, but they didn’t believe me.  They told me that he just had colic and reflux and that it would get better.  Well, it didn’t. It took five months, yes FIVE months of me advocating, crying, and fighting for someone to listen to me.  Finally, he was diagnosed with Cows Milk Protein Allergy (CMPA).  This is where his body cannot digest the protein in the cows milk, and some children are worse than others.  For Henry, we had five months, of screaming pain, constipation, and throwing up all day.

It was in those five months that I started to lose control.  Not only did we move, so I didn’t know anyone, I still had to look after Olivia with this baby that I couldn’t make happy.  I was his mother and I couldn’t ease his pain.  I was hurting with him, mentally and physically.  Once he was diagnosed and he started to improve, so did I.  I felt that I could bond with him for the first time since he was born. Even though I felt angry that I missed out on five months of him being happy and healthy, because no one listened to me, I was overjoyed that we were on the right path.

But, as time went on, those old feelings of anxiety over future events, or even leaving the house, the thought that I wasn’t a good enough mother or wife, that something bad was going to happen to us started to creep back into my head. These thoughts and feelings manifested themselves into something quiet serious and real.

After I explained my life story to the GP, he diagnosed me with PPD and Anxiety.  I was prescribed anti-depressant/anxiety medication and referred to Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT). After about four weeks on the medication and therapy, I started to feel like me.  I felt more like me than I think I ever felt. I was able to open up and be happy around Chris and the kids.  To go about my day without the constant pain in my chest, without the negative thoughts, was truly amazing.

However, the bliss only lasted so long before my own self-doubt crept it’s ugly head into my thoughts, and no amount of medicine or CBT can fix that.  The only thing that can fix that is my own mindset.

I know between writing down all my thoughts and working on a positive mindset through reading and self help lectures I will overcome my anxiety.  I will not be defined by my diagnosis, and I hope to empower others that are struggling.  Life isn’t easy, but I want to do more than just survive, I want to thrive!  We only have this one life on Earth and we should spend it being happy with ourselves.

And that is what brings me to this, my first official blog post, better late than never.

Better Late Than Never