In the midst of writing a new year post, it seemed harder and harder to think of how to start. a cold, grey January, ill health and fatigue, swamped the early days of the year; darkening the promised brightness of a new beginning. Surely everyone else was leaping into 2024 sparking joy. In the quiet times, melancholy can steal in, awareness of our pain can deepen, the newness unwrapped at Christmas, can feel packed away in the attic with the tree.
Joy is a flighty fairy. She lurks somewhere just out of reach sometimes, taunting us with promise. I know many of you like me, are immune suppressed, or arthritis sufferers and winter is hard on cold bones. Symptoms flare up, pain is worse and fatigue is constant . Christmas and busy-ness , winter activities and classes, pre festive feasts and the twinkling world around us keeps us distracted from the cooling days . In the strange space between Christmas and new year, the longed-for balm of pyjama days and nothing to do is long anticipated. And then when it arrives, it feels sort of odd, sort of empty ; devoid of routine and people , structure and momentum. Small ordinary things take longer. We are lethargic, days roll into one amorphous void and the light in the sky is often week and watery. If we are slowed down, the new year can start with a bit of a whimper rather than the fireworks we were promised.
In winter we tell visitors our garden has looked better, forgetting the vital process in place underneath which ensures another colourful spring. In contemplating our next blooms we forget to look back on the joys we were privileged to experience; the hidden work still to be undertaken every day to nurture ourselves and everyone else under our wing.
Almost everyone feels a sense of inadequacy in some shape or form, but at this time of year, the intensity of self judgement can get much harsher.
Do any of these feelings sound familiar?
*You just KNOW that everyone else is better at the activity in your group than you / has more real friendships with each other than you/ and probably talk about you when you leave…?
*Your home/ clothes/body are not as trendy/cool/ Insta ready as everyone else ?
*You must be unlikable, due to one or more bullies in your life telling you so ?
*You have achieved much to be proud of but it is never enough ?
*You only ever see your bad bits in the mirror ?
*You only remember who said they didn’t love you ?
*The future is the only place you can succeed ?
Sound familiar? Did you think it was just you ?
This morning I got up at five when my daughter decided the new puppy had kept her awake long enough, fed six animals, cleaned my house, made my apparently ‘sublime!’ mash, wrote this and another blog post, and I am still bashing myself on the head because I haven’t painted yet .
It’s definitely not just you
Our minds naturally veer towards our failures rather than our successes. In balance, having a sense of self-doubt can help a person assess their achievements and abilities, but too much self-doubt can adversely impact a person’s self-image.
This can lead to symptoms of distress known as imposter syndrome, which can affect the following aspect of a person’s life.
- a sense of being a fraud
- fear of being discovered
- difficulty internalizing our success
Being kinder to ourselves at this time of year is essential. Old feelings can resurface in the hibernation time; listen to them, let them go. The old adage of faking it ’til you make it is so true. January is the perfect time to take stock of all you achieved the previous year, appreciating your true self as you are in this very moment, and not a version of who you might be one day.
Speaking to, or writing to friends, even writing to yourself in a journal can help get annoying or lovely or frustrating ideas and worries into perspective. While they live in your head they have the nasty habit of growing out of proportion.
Connecting with others and sharing is vital for our mental health. Friends reflect us, shape us and make us aware of other’s lives and feelings. We get perspective. In early January I wrote a few letters to friends, sending out as much positivity as I could muster, pecking at the icy ground for news and thoughts. I love snail mail , the plop of an old fashioned hand written envelope in the mail box is lovely .
‘Thankyou for your letter, I think I have imposter syndrome‘ my friend said. ‘I needed to hear your words. Your letter made me realise I am loved , after not quite believing I deserved to be. (This woman is an awesome granny with a camper van) ‘I suddenly realised that I should start listening to more than just my own head..’
( And this person is one of MY HEROES!!)
We all think our friends have it sussed and they saunter about, feeling confident with their life laundry checked every day . But they are often as vulnerable and in need of support as we are. The tiny things we do for others can have a huge impact , reverberating ad-infinitum if given with grace and love.
Forget the future plans and vision board for a moment, sometimes we need to take time to appreciate where we are now and where we have been . There may be poetry to finish, cupboards to clear, Art to be sold, teenagers to organise, pets to feed , and operations to plan for , but for my family right here ; a year ago; none of our world existed!
For us, looking back, it has been a creative and chaotic journey between last year and now . Since we moved in at Easter our house has taken up most of the time, unearthing and unveiling new secrets, new plants, and stone floors and bringing colour to forgotten corners ..
This busy year had followed a very insular time, kept alive purely by faith and patience in making it happen. When your wardrobe is the car and your studio is your lap, things can only get better! A year ago many of the friends we have now were still strangers ! I am so pleased to be part of two amazing choirs – Rock Choir and Choir 86 and of course our wonderful Art groups ❤️
In between the painting, singing, teaching, and co-ordinating this crazy home, there’s a fur family to cuddle. The newest addition is 12 week old, Border Collie, Mabel❤️
The culmination of many many early mornings over the previous year; between drawing and writing, found me twiddling away creating a website. We are delighted to show you our fabulous new shop, where an ever growing range of unique cards and prints are now available to purchase.
Now of course the schedule revolves around nap times!
Last year enabled so many building blocks to be laid, embedding routines where there was change, a sense of permanence after re-rooting . New plants and friendships are budding as Imbolc looms; and words and marks are growing into a cohesive body of work in our new life in Devon. And yes, Even though those things are true, still there are days where it doesn’t feel real.
We all have a little imposter syndrome. I am still waiting to feel like a grown up, berating my body for what it can’t do; instead of applauding what it can. I, like you, will almost certainly feel like I didn’t do much today. Although in fairness I could win a prize for mopping up puppy wee.
What I am continually learning, is that nobody sees your life as you do, any more than you truly know how your face looks. All the greatness I am inspired by in friends, they waive off as normal or nothing, as I see the flash of their superhero capes under their jumpers.
Remember, the stranger in the street you feel judged by, is almost certainly plagued by their own self doubts. If today is grey, remember when it was sunny. It will be again.
Look back kindly, face forward gently.
Especially wonderful, amazing you.
Thank-you for your support and readership this year . May it be a kind and creative one, filled with friendship.
Love,
Liz at the Beach Hut🧚🏻♂️⭐️ xxx