I’ve Come A Long Way, Baby

When I was a kid and a friend said something hurtful or I felt bad because I’d struck out during a softball game or I had cramps, my mother would always say, “This, too, shall pass.”

Mom understood impermanence. The weather, the price of gas, the baseball season, our joys, our sorrows and especially our bodies – nothing stays the same. Everything is in a constant state of change.

For the last four years, I’ve been working through meditation to adopt and express compassion and loving kindness toward myself and other sentient beings, even (and perhaps especially) the person I used to be.

As part of my book (yes, I’m still working on that sucker), I’m poring over my journals from the early 1980s to now. I’ve spent hours reading about feelings I had in response to specific incidents and life in general. One day I’d be on top of the world and the next day not. As I read, I constantly remind myself that those words were written by my 20-something- or 30-something-year-old self and that I’m interpreting them from the perspective of a my 46-year-old self, and to cut my younger self some slack.

Those times passed. They were impermanent. But year after year I built upon those experiences, and the ways in which I worked out those then-current problems and feelings (perhaps not always in the healthiest of ways, but the only ways I knew how at the time), made me the woman I am today. A woman who, I’m sure, will frustrate the 65-year-old me when I read today’s journals in 20 years.

The lighter side of my journals are the entries about my kids, particularly the things I’d forgotten – small things like I couldn’t remember how old they were when they got their ears pierced, and poignant things like the days in the hospital following Cassie’s. She’d developed jaundice and was being treated under bright lights for several hours a day. I couldn’t have her in my room as much as I wanted, but one night, after the nurse brought her to me for a short visit, the fire alarm went off and all the doors to the ward were shut. For 90 minutes I got to hold Cassie all alone in my room before the cause for the alarm was solved and the nurse came to retrieve Cassie and put her back under the lights.

There are entries about spelling tests and arguments, boyfriends and birthday parties, how unfair I was to not let Cassie shave her legs until she was in sixth grade, how awesome I was because I let Carlene go to homecoming in 10th grade. One of the funniest entries I’ve read to date was written November 23, 1990. Carlene was 7 and Cassie was almost 6.

“Yesterday was Thanksgiving. Carly was going to take a picture of me across the table from her. There was a candle between us and, very seriously, she looked at me and asked if the camera would blow the candle out!

“Cassie said that the turkey was talking to her inside her tummy. She said he said he didn’t like to get eaten.”

I called Carlene and read this to her. I was laughing so hard I was crying. She laughed, too, and couldn’t believe she was such an air-head. I reminded her she was 7.

Laughter shall pass just as sorrow shall pass, but some things from the past are worth bringing into the present moment, whether it is for a good laugh or a chance to learn from our mistakes. Without my journals, these experiences would be permanently erased from memory, and I doubt I’d have this chance to learn to accept with loving kindness the person I was 5, 10, 25 years ago. It’s probably the nicest gift I’ve ever given myself.

Do you keep a journal? It’s never to late to start. You’ll thank me in 20 years.

10 thoughts on “I’ve Come A Long Way, Baby

  1. Hi Lynn

    You are my inspiration. I am a mother of two who has been overweight for alomost a decade and am finally ready to shed it off. I keep coming back to your blog again and again. For inspiration. Guidance. Or just a few tips.

  2. You have kept such good records – I really can't wait to read your book!

    I have journaled off and on over the years – mostly off – and yes, when I do re-read them, I'm pretty harsh on myself. You have a great point about remembering that a (much) younger person wrote those seemingly poignant, but now trite, words.

    I have written down things my kids said and you are right, it's so fun to read them now! My kids had to journal starting in first grade, and I've kept all of them – we dug them out over spring break and had a great time reading them (and yes, laughing until tears came!).

  3. Never kept a journal until my blog but always wanted to. I even had all the tools but just never got around to it. Now I consider my blog my “Journal with Feedback”

    I am so glad to hear you are still writing the book. You will be so inspiring to ANYONE who reads it.

    Have a nice weekend Miss Lynn.

  4. Hi Lynn,

    I discovered your blog a few weeks ago, and you are an inspiration and a delight. Thank you for sharing so much of yourself. I appreciated reading about the importance of a supportive parent who is also a role model. My dad used to say, “there are better days ahead.” Those simple words have gotten me through (quite literally) thick and thin. I am now working on weight loss with renewed hope and determination. Thanks again.

  5. Hi Lynn – I was just over at the Corporette blog and an ad is using your picture to tout an “I lost 25lbs in 4 weeks diet”
    thought you should know

  6. Awesome Amazing just Fabulous!!! Great advice! I myself have lost 112 pounds and one of my BIGGEST regrets in not keeping a journal 😦 So now I'm keeping one as I loose the last 25!

  7. OMG! I remember when Carly said that! Hilarious! I looked over my journal from 5th-10th grades a few weeks ago. It was so funny. I was incredibly boy crazy – wow!

    Keeping a blog now is kind of like journaling. I like it. It keeps me honest.

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