I’ve been asking myself a question–why do some people recover and learn to thrive in life while others remain stuck? I’m certain that there are many highly trained people who could give me good answers, but I do wonder if the foundation of those…
We work so hard in our recovery in order to establish boundaries of safety, predictability, and truth, and then someone comes along to challenge us and our healing process. Are we okay? Are we sure that we did “that” work? What do we do now?
We are confronted with myriad images most of which have been airbrushed, altered, sexualized in some way,or tweaked in some way in order to perpetuate a well-crafted cultural “ideal” of beauty. Hollywood and Madison Avenue may be the culprit most of the time, but, historically, this was not always the case. Regardless of who is dictating standards of beauty, what are we to do with the aftermath because it isn’t simply a commercial matter for most of us. It’s personal.
Our lives can be viewed metaphorically as a landscape populated by a thriving city or by ruins. For better or worse, it is up to us to make do with what remains be it clearing away dumped rubbish, repairing old but sound structures, tearing down ruined buildings, or rebuilding boundaries. It is a worthy and necessary endeavor made more meaningful when done in a loving community committed to our success.