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A while back, I watched a dear female friend of mine go through a breakup. She is one of those wise, evolved, and highly conscious women with whom I am proud to journey through life.
Watching her go through her breakup reminded me that most “breakup advice” out there completely ignores the possibility that you can bring your biggest, most expansive, and most loving self to a break-up.
Nobody ever talks about the possibility of having a “beautiful” breakup. But I think we need to.
Nobody ever talks about the possibility of having a “beautiful” breakup. But I think we need to.
So while this is a bit of a departure from my normal blog topics, this is the “how to go through a breakup” article that I wish I could have read in Cosmo as a teenager.
1. You do not need a reason to want to leave. And neither does your partner. “Because I want to” is enough. You will feel pressured to come up with logical reasons, and I encourage you to explore them, if you’re the one who wanted to break up. But don’t judge yourself as evil or stupid, just because you don’t know what your reasons are, and resist the urge to force your partner to come up with logical reasons, if they are struggling to do so. We don’t always know why we want what we want; sometimes there is just a voice deep down in our hearts or bellies that says “I want to leave.” Let that be enough of a reason. The truth is, you don’t want to be with anyone whose heart or belly is telling them to leave you, and you don’t want to stay with someone who your heart or belly is telling you to leave.
2. The pain ebbs and flows. Sometimes you’ll forget you’ve just had your heart ripped out, and other times you’ll be able to focus on nothing else. Sometimes for a moment when you’re distracted, or when you first wake up in the morning, you’ll get this weird, nagging feeling like you’re forgetting something. You’ll wonder for a split second “what did I forget?” and then in an instant it will all come rushing back: It’s over. I’m alone. I’m scared and lonely and in so much pain. It will hurt just as much, every time you remember. Sometimes you will think you’ve already hurt the most you can hurt, and then you’ll hurt harder. But it ebbs and flows. Allow the pain to flow in like a brutal tide, and allow it to flow out to give you some rest and reprieve. Don’t feel guilty for feeling better when you do, and don’t fall into the trap of believing the pain will never go away. Eventually you’ll go minutes and then hours and eventually days without remembering the desperate ache of it. Allow it to ebb and flow.
3. Breaking up is not always a failure. Sometimes it’s just choosing to stop journeying together; to close the book on a series of successful chapters because the time is right. It will always hurt, but sometimes a breakup is the most authentic and beautiful choice a partnership can make together, and that should never be considered a failure.
4. You will feel overwhelming tidal waves of intense and shape-shifting emotions for a while. You will feel like conflicting levels of swirling madness are all competing for space inside your body. You might feel like you’re just one deep breath away from cracking down the center, or exploding. At one point or another, you will simply not be sure if you can handle it. Trust me when I say you can. You are big enough and strong enough to handle it all; you’re bigger and stronger than you’ve ever known. Let this breakup prove it. Imagine yourself expanding, opening up vast containers of space inside you. Imagine that you’re big enough and spacious enough to hold all those feelings of rage, failure, gratitude, sadness, hurt, fear, longing, and everything else. When the waves of emotion come crashing and you’re afraid they’ll drown you, return to this image, and remember that you are big enough and strong enough to hold them all within you.
5. Reach out to people, and tell them exactly what you need. You might feel like nobody will understand, or be afraid of becoming that depressed girl who can’t hold a conversation without crumbling. But we’ve all crumbled. Most people shy away from offering help only because they don’t know what you need, and they don’t feel adequate. People will surprise you with their support if you give them the chance. Be as specific about what you need as you can. “Hi, I’m sad and I need someone to listen,” is always a good place to start.
6. Despite the incredible feelings of loneliness and isolation that come with two people separating, you are not alone. Maybe you’re still in the middle of it, and you’re not ready to reach out to people yet. That’s ok. But in those moments when tidal waves of loneliness and rage and fear and shame threaten to swallow you whole, remember that other people feel this. At various points in our lives, we have all felt all of the things you’re feeling. No breakup is the same, but the human heart is universal. You are not alone. Repeat it over and over. Other people feel this. Other people feel this. Other people feel this.
7. Get sadder. Sadness is the way out, but you need to fully embrace it. Sadness flows in to carry you from the old thing to the new thing. Let it offer you a proper mourning period, and don’t resist it. Make time and space to feel sad. Make it your full-time job for a while. Cancel everything except the bare necessities and focus on feeling sad, every day, until you don’t need to feel so sad anymore.
8. Grieve for your collective losses. Grief is like a train. Every time you grieve, you add a new car to your train, and every time you experience grief, that entire train runs through you, bringing back your lifetime-collection of pain and loss. You are not just mourning the loss of your partnership, you are mourning the loss of everything you have ever lost. Let yourself. Grieve for your innocence. Grieve for the bike you didn’t get on your 7th birthday. Grieve for your first love, and for all the rest. Grieve them all, fully and unabashedly, and eventually the train will pull away.
9. Slow down. You will want to rush through the pain, and reach out to get closure, and hurry up to the “I’m ok now, so we can be friends, right?” part. But you can’t. There is a natural order, a timeline, that you can’t rush. You can’t know how long it will take to heal and restore yourself to normalcy, but I promise you that it will take longer than you want it to. The feeling of unbearable tension in your chest might seem like it’s telling you to take action and do something right now, but it’s not. It’s just telling you that this sucks. Slow down. Breathe. Give yourself more time and space than you think you can tolerate, and then give yourself some more.
10. Forgive. You can probably name a million ways in which you fucked this up, or your partner fucked this up, or someone else fucked it up. But nobody fucked it up. We are, all of us, just doing the best we can. Every major decision is the result of the million tiny decisions that led up to it. You are both free of blame and completely responsible at the same time. The desire to “blame” someone is a way of squishing a big and complex story into a tiny box with a neat bow. That’s not how it works, and you’re capable of handling the big and complex truth. That means forgiving yourself, forgiving your partner, and forgiving anyone else who got caught in the crossfire. Forgiveness will set you free and pave the way for your Higher Self to participate in the healing.
11. Speak your truth, but let go of the outcome. Speak it to whomever needs to hear it, but don’t expect things to be solved by doing this. Your truth will probably not heal or fix anything, but speak it anyway. That way those words won’t get stuck inside you to spoil and rot silently for the next week or year or decade. If you speak your truth and it gets rejected, then you will be a brave, sad person. Being brave and sad is so much better than just being sad.
12. It feels like you’re dying, and in some ways: you are. Let yourself die, because dying is the only way you can be reborn. A breakup is a chance to be reborn. Give it purpose by allowing yourself to be remade. Ask yourself tough questions and feel through the answers. Who have you been up until now? Who are you really? What are you ready to let go of, and what does your heart most desire? Let this breakup propel you into Becoming yourself, more fully and unabashedly. You can forge something authentic and beautiful out of this pain. That way, when all the hurt has cleared, you’ll be able to look back with gratitude and pride and say “that made me who I am today.”
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“I am not a cosmic orphan. I have no reason to be timid.”
-The Actor’s Vow, Elia Kazaan
My personal journey to spirituality is a topic I’ve been hesitant to write about until now. Not because I wanted to hide it, but because I didn’t have the right words to explain it. I’m painfully aware of how typical “woo-woo spirituality” language can turn people off, because I’ve been there.
It’s difficult to use specific and vivid language to explain how how life has been changed by a shift in existential perspective, but I’m sure as fuck gonna try. I promise to do so while only minimally dragging you through the woo-woo mud.
I grew up atheist, in an atheist family. Most of my friends went to church and believed in God, but when I asked what happens to us when we die, my mom responded with “our bodies decompose under the ground and feed the worms and plants and continue the cycle of life.”
Given the awesome and self-evident concreteness of that answer, the religious stuff my friends believed in seemed really fucking stupid. It felt like they were being willfully naive, or were just too mentally weak and scared to think for themselves. I concluded at a young age that believing in God was a sign of weakness, stupidity, and cowardice. As such, I wore my atheism with pride.
That having been said, I was always a little jealous of anyone who believed in something. It seemed really nice to be able to believe that an old man in the sky listens to your prayers, and we all go to heaven when we die. It was like believing in Santa, which was another fantasy my parents (who really over-valued honesty, IMO) didn’t allow us.
I was a pretty happy kid growing up, don’t get me wrong. But underneath it there was a feeling of… what can I call it; randomness? A sense that I had seen behind the wizard’s curtain, this beautiful Santa-and-God curtain, and that behind the curtain was just a cacophony of parents buying you presents and people turning into worm food, and random good and bad shit happening to random good and bad people.
It was the senselessly uneven distribution of good and bad luck that bothered me most. I felt guilty about how good my life had been, because I knew I hadn’t done anything to deserve it. The universe’s cold and uncaring randomness was truly overwhelming to me sometimes. I still vividly remember the depth of pain I felt the first time I learned that in other parts of the world female genital mutilation still happens, and children get sold into sex trafficking. How could things like that happen? How could those people get so very, very unlucky?
When I was eighteen, I fell into an emotionally abusive relationship while I was studying abroad. I was extremely isolated, and far away from all the people who had once provided me with a sense of safety and rightness in the world. That experience fucked with my head in a huge way, because it made me question some deep stuff, like “what’s the point of being alive?” and “would the world miss me if I wasn’t here?”
If I had been home, surrounded by my friends and my family, I probably never would have asked myself questions like that. But being far way from them took me to a darkly existential place. I realized that, since the universe is a cold and random place where DNA just kind of matches up and people are born and people die and accidents happen and it’s all meaningless… well then, I’m meaningless too.
The hardest years of my life followed that realization and experience.
I was so angry. Angry at myself, angry at that guy (and all men everywhere), and angry at the world. The world seemed dark and mean, and I became dark and mean too.
If I’m meaningless after all, what the fuck is the point of following my dreams? Is it just to entertain myself until I die? What’s the point of taking the time and energy to treat people kindly? It all goes nowhere, they’re meaningless too, so I may as well save my energy and just focus on myself. Why help anyone? Why put forth any effort to anything? Why get out of bed in the morning?
As you can see, being this kind of atheist was extraordinarily painful for me. I felt deeply, fundamentally alone, and I isolated myself further by not reaching out to others, because it just seemed pointless. I had no motivation to do anything, and since I spent most of my time squandering my potential, I decided I must be fundamentally lazy and weak.
I developed debilitating social anxiety, although conveniently around that time in NYC, it had just become trendy to be an introvert. (Therefore I was able to hide my mounting anxiety behind the label of “proud introvert” for several more years.) I felt exhausted, lost, and ashamed that I hadn’t done anything with my life. I knew something was wrong, but didn’t know what.
I felt destructive and dangerous; I was viciously talented at hurting people, and afraid of how easily I could manipulate them. I felt like I could get anything I wanted, but I didn’t have enough kindness or compassion in my heart to ensure I didn’t become a supervillian in the process. I didn’t trust myself, so to protect everyone else, I forbade myself from wanting anything at all.
Then everything changed. My entire way of being came to a sudden screeching halt with the end of a big relationship, and closely linked to the first time I experienced the healing power of MDMA. Everything seemed to crack wide open, all these walls and labels and stories I had been telling myself for so long fell away. The only term I can think of to describe this period of my life is “a spiritual awakening.” Truthfully though, “awakening’ isn’t even quite strong enough of a word.
It felt more like my consciousness stepped outside my tiny human body until I was suddenly the size of the whole universe, and I just fucking UNDERSTOOD all this stuff I hadn’t understood before. I wish I could create a twelve step program to have your own awakening (trust me I’m working on it!) because that shit was magical. But alas, the best I can do is share the fundamental shift that happened for me, and the seemingly irreversible affect it’s had on my life.
The biggest change that happened was that I stopped feeling a need to be “right” about my beliefs. I realized that there really might be divine order to the universe, but that the order of the universe would never be any more clear to me than calculus is to an ant. So I stopped trying to understand or prove it, and chose instead to follow my heart and believe in whatever I wanted. With that, the painful sense of randomness that had been haunting me my whole life disappeared forever.
After I gave myself full permission to be wrong and sound crazy, new bliss-inducing realizations came rolling in. One of the most mind-blowing examples was the realization that energy cannot be created or destroyed, and everything in the universe is made of energy. Which means that we are all made up of this same ancient, recycled energy. Which means there’s an energy source from which we come, and an energy source to which we will return. (That’s not even woo-woo, that’s just basic science.)
Combined with my new delicious feeling that the universe is following some divine order, this fact suddenly held incredible meaning because I saw how this life force I’m using right now is merely a rental. I’m just borrowing energy from the universe for this little human life journey I’m on, and I’ll have to return that energy when my life is over.
I started to feel responsible for my borrowed life force in a way I never had before, as though someone important had lent it to me, and it was my job to take good care of it. Like a child who has been given some imaginary-but-essential task, I suddenly felt… important. It was the first time in my life I felt like I truly mattered; the first time I felt authentically “empowered.” I pictured the universe like an omniscient and loving parental force, giving me my life force and expecting extraordinary things from me, but fully prepared to love me unconditionally, no matter what.
This is when I decided to live my life for real. I felt supported, loved, and important enough to counteract the years of fear and anger and pain I had been living underneath.
Here’s where you could totally call me out on my “awakening” being nothing more than me deciding to believe in magical nonsense. And you wouldn’t be totally wrong. But honestly… who cares? If an ant guessed that calculus was a magical ant-playground in an alternate universe, and he had a happier and more productive ant-life because of it, does it really matter that he’s wrong?
As I gave myself permission to take on these new beliefs, I felt twenty seven years of feeling isolated, unimportant, and alone melt away. In it’s place was a deep sense of purpose, gratitude, and connection.
This is truly when I first fell in love with myself. This is what made me realize I am worth treating well, following my dreams, being myself, and being happy. This is what allowed me to forgive people who had hurt me, see the best in everyone, and fall madly in love with human nature. This gave me the self-trust to see that the quality I had always considered “manipulative” was actually just an ability to read people; a strong intuition.
Finally unafraid to use my intuitive gifts, I stripped off the heavy layers of armor I’d been wearing to protect people from me. Removing that armor allowed me to show up as my true authentic self, for the first time in my life. People responded to my new energy with startlingly positivity; it became clear that somehow by being my true self I was inspiring others to do the same.
My previously crippling social anxiety (and my self-proclaimed label as an introvert) disappeared practically overnight, as did every trace of judging others.
Over the course of several months, I exploded with productivity, peace, joy, gratitude, clarity and desire. I launched Remodel Fitness, had spontaneous euphoria attacks, treated my body like a temple, and spread love everywhere I went. All my various nagging physical pains and discomforts disappeared, I slept deeply and woke up full of energy, I felt high all the time, and for the first time in my life I felt deeply safe, peaceful, and complete.
After the rushEventually that euphoric phase passed, and I did a lot of work around letting it go and not clinging to it. The truth is, if I walked around like that all time I wouldn’t be able to get anything done or relate to anyone. My friends can tell you, at the time in my life, no matter what happened, it just seemed “perfect” to me. Seriously. I was living with this awful untrained pitbull who bit me several times, and regularly cornered me in my bedroom threatening to attack. How did I respond? By sending her love and light, so that she would feel safe to be her best self with me! Ha. Literally. I would’ve been a terrible coach if I had stayed in that state.
In the two and a half years since this massive shift took place, I’ve done a lot of researching and learning to better understand and explain my experience. I didn’t want to fall back on cliche terms like “we are all one,” but I knew it was important to be able to talk about what happened, because the truth is, you can’t discuss body image without talking about how you fundamentally see the world.
Your body image is directly tied to your self-worth, and the big question is: where does worthiness come from? Is it something you’re born with, or something you have to earn? If you feel like your worth is on the table, then you will spend the rest of your life negotiating for it. If you feel like it’s something you need to earn, you will spend the rest of your life attempting to earn it. Thats the action that follows that belief.
I could be wrong, but in my experience with clients, it’s very difficult to go around this particular hurdle to self-love. It seems to me that if you want the action of “loving and accepting yourself,” then you absolutely must believe that worthiness is something you are born with, not something you earn.
Many of my clients know they “deserve” a good life, a healthy body, a loving partner, etc. But they think they deserve those things for the same reasons kids think they deserve present at Christmas- because they’ve been good. They believe their actions and behaviors and sacrifices are what cause them to deserve good things, and since our actions and behaviors and sacrifices are constantly shifting and up for re-evaluation, they are constantly worried that they will lose, are losing, or have lost their worthiness, and trying to secure their worthiness.
Your worthiness is not something you can fight for, and I believe if you’re still fighting for it, you don’t even have a shot at deep, peaceful self-love. Which means, if your goal is that deep and peaceful self-love, you’re going to need to examine your beliefs.
Listen, I’m not here to convince you that the universe has order, or that you’re here for a purpose, or anything like that. I have my beliefs, but they’re just mine. I’m brutally aware that nothing and nobody could have changed my mind until I was ready.
All I’m suggesting here is that you actively consider your beliefs about the nature of the universe, human life, and worthiness. Consider them and then examine how those beliefs have affected you, and how they affect your ability to love and accept your body and yourself.
A lot of my beliefs can be considered magical thinking. But our beliefs both affect and create our experience and behaviors.
As an atheist I was miserable, lazy, selfish, angry, and unkind. My life was a stew of anxiety and fear, but I was able to console myself that at least I was better than everyone else, because at least I was fucking right. My new “spiritual” beliefs empower me to be motivated, confident, loving, generous, and kind. I live with joy and gratitude, I pursue my dreams, I love and accept my body, and I make the world a better place.
What affect are you beliefs having on you?
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I once drove my scooter with a group of people to a place outside Chiang Mai called the Grand Canyon. It’s a beautiful natural canyon with tons of high cliffs, and everyone kept asking each other if they were going to jump.
Nobody told me that jumping was the whole point of going there, so while I had no real interest in jumping off cliffs that day, I did it. Not because I was following my heart, but because I just wanted to be a part of the group.
It was the literal embodiment of the old saying “just because everyone else jumped off a cliff, would you?”
(Yes, apparently. Sometimes I would.)
So much of the work I do with women is to get them to think for themselves, stand up for themselves, put their desires and needs first, and stop letting other people make decisions for them. I’m a firm believer that being the proactive “leader” of your own life is the only way to freedom, self-trust, and being truly happy.
The problem with the old saying is that it implies a person might jump off a cliff blindly, without consideration of the circumstances. Following someone blindly is the exact opposite of thinking for yourself and putting your needs and desires first. Being a blind follower is dangerous and passive, because it means you disregard your own desires and intuition. Being a blind follower says: “I trust you more than I trust myself.”
That isn’t the case for me. I trust myself above all else. I trust myself so much in fact, that when I feel an occasional pang of desire to “be a part of the group,” I honor that shit full-out.
Because here’s the secret nobody will ever tell you about being an independent, highly conscious, CEO-of-your-own-destiny: It can get fucking lonely.
You do all this work to declare yourself independent from the mass of expectations and assumptions that society has for you. You question and challenge your thoughts and beliefs, learn to tap into your desires, and create the exact kind of life that suits you. You take relentless responsibility for yours thoughts and actions, pursue endless growth, seeking ever-deeper healing, and practicing feeling worthy as you are, right now.
You do the work to set yourself free, and it’s painful but exhilarating sometimes! You’re marching to the beat of your own drum! You’re dancing like nobody is watching! But you’re also feeling isolated, and a bit drained.
Once this journey is in motion, you start to notice some things. First of all, you’ll notice how much of your life is filled with people, places, ideas, and things that no longer serve you.
It’s astonishing how much clutter we acquire when we’re not living consciously and proactively. The process of getting rid of unnecessary people/places/ideas/things can range from uncomfortable to intoxicating to downright devastating, but doing so is an integral step for creating the life that you really want and deserve.
The second thing you’ll notice is that most people aren’t doing what you’re doing. Most people won’t understand the journey you’re on, and it can make you feel like kind of a black sheep. Most people are content doing normal things the normal way, never challenging the old programming. Those people are sometimes unsupported or uninterested in all your new growth and changes. They liked things the way they were, and they wonder why that was suddenly not good enough for you anymore.
This is a totally normal part of the process when you’ve been taking strides to separate yourself from the “pack mentality.” There are growing pains, and sometimes there’s separation anxiety. That’s ok. It can be a confusing impulse (even making you question your commitment to being an independent woman!) but sometimes what you want most is to just want to blend in again and feel… normal.
You give yourself permission to momentarily let go of all that radical self-responsibility and autonomy, and choose to honor the very real (and human!) desire to “just be a part of the team.”
Conscious following is when you hit pause on all the things that make you a proactive leader in your new life. You give yourself permission to momentarily let go of all that self-responsibility, independence, and autonomy, and choose to honor the very real desire to “be a part of the team.”
The difference between blind following and conscious following is that you’re making the choice to do this, with full awareness of what you’re doing, and why. You’re purposefully choosing moments and situations that won’t have a negative impact on you; you’re offering yourself the gift of feeling normal only when there is a very low cost. This isn’t about giving up your moral ground, it’s about giving yourself permission to take a break from the exhausting and isolating work of being a leader, and let yourself follow.
An example of conscious following in my life is how I dress. Some days and some events I dress purely to please myself, and I take pleasure in the contrasting oddness of my outfit against everyone else’s, because I put together something that really represented my unique self-ness. Other days and events, I text my friends to find out what the vibe is, and what they’ll be wearing, and I try to match it.
Another example is how two of my best friends and I form a democratic trio. In our own lives, we are each stubborn, independent leaders, and nobody can tell us what to do. But when we come together, we automatically follow the two thirds rule: if two of us want to do something, the third one is going to do it too. No questions asked.
I never put pressure on anyone else to make decisions, but things like where we go to eat, what we should do on Sunday, what movie we watch, or what we should order just don’t matter to me. So if someone else has opinions or a plan, I allow myself to passively go along for the ride, and I enjoy every minute of it.
There are so few examples in my life of me being a follower, so it feels kind of amazing. I never feel “guilty,” or like I’m turning my back on my independent self. It’s more like I’m offering myself the gift of connection and a sense of normalcy, when my life is anything but.
I run an online business, based on the thing that’s most important to me in the world. I live nowhere, and travel full time. I don’t have a boss, or a paycheck, or dress code. It’s only July and already this year I’ve spent three months in Costa Rica and three months in Thailand. I’ve had various intimate relationships, none of which ended in marriage or babies, and none of which probably will because that’s not what I want. I have no boyfriend, no house, no car, no pets, and no 401K.
I’d rather spend my days working than doing almost anything else, and the truth is I’ve never been happier in my life.
But sometimes I wish I was different. Sometimes I wish I was the kind of person who wanted a house and babies and the whole normal thing. Sometimes I wish I didn’t need to dive so deeply into challenging and question every frigging thing, and just accepted things at face value. Usually I find myself wishing this on days when the pain of not being able to connect to people is acute. I often feel like an outsider to many of my peers, whose lives and values and habits are so very different than mine.
No don’t get me wrong here. I do have an amazing tribe of people from all over the world who understand and support my independent soul. I proactively sought and nourished these relationships, because I knew without them I would crumble backward into a life that I didn’t want. But these connections can never replace the feeling of just being normal.
Conscious following offers me the opportunity to feel that way, without compromising on the things that matter most.
A friend of mine, who is really shy and introverted, heard me explain the idea of conscious following, and said it was interesting but that she didn’t relate to it because she’s still learning to become a conscious leader. This made perfect sense, and is worth mentioning.
If you’re a natural leader or have been doing a lot of work to be more conscious and empowered in your life lately, this post might really resonate with you. But if you’ve been blindly following for a long time, or are still at the beginning of your journey to self-image independence, then you might need to focus more on how to be a proactive leader right now.
The important thing to remember is that we all have the potential to be both a leader and a follower. We all have access to both sides of ourselves, and can actively develop whichever one comes less naturally. That way you can strike the balance that best fuels and nourishes you.
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