I have been asked by Nick and Jordan to take a shot at writing about my ideal self, or our ideal selves. I am new into this group and right up front I must say that I am going to fail at this assignment. I am going to fail because I have never arrived at my ideal self; I could not even say what or who that ideal self may be. I once thought a great deal about this, but those thoughts always made me despair because it was so clear that there was this insurmountable gap between my real and actual and daily self and some notion or construct of my ideal self.
So, the best I can do here with this assignment is to write about my better self. I cannot even talk about my best self, for again, I fall short of that goal. So, regarding my better self—here it is.
I am at my best when trying to achieve a healthy and realistic balance between all the “works” in my life—my actual work, my personal work, my relationship work, my body work, my intellectual work, and my soul work. My tendency in 25 years of professional work has been to give my first energies and commitments to that work, the work that I do for a living and for pay. All too often my other “works” have suffered. All too often I have tried to define my self by what I do and accomplish and perform. So, to be at my better self, I need to be balanced, which means that I need to leave my professional work with some energy left, to read and write, to exercise, to remain connected to those I am closest to, and to pray—that is the soul work. I used to believe that we were human beings with a spiritual life. I now believe that we are spiritual beings with a human opportunity. I have done my soul work in a particular way called Christian, and although I am very committed to this path and am very glad and ready to share this path with anyone else, I try to be very careful never to scold or threaten anyone else onto this path. I don’t believe God is a bully, and I don’t believe any of God’s disciples—whatever their faith—should be either.
I am at my better self when I remember that I am—we are—all here to grow up and mature all of our lives. By this I mean that we acknowledge that life is hard, that none of us has all of the answers, that we all have doubts and struggles and losses. We grow up when we stop blaming our parents or the “system” for something that is not right—we take responsibility for our lives, what we do and what we don’t. No more playing the victim, no more whining, no more making excuses, no more procrastination, no more wasting your precious life. Whatever you need to do, do it. Do it now. Today. Grow up. Play the man. Play the woman. And if that is hard—and it is at times hard for all of us—then have the humility and courage to ask for help and mentoring. Don’t try to play the self-sufficiency game. It is too lonely. And it is an adolescent take on life. We all need help. Asking for it doesn’t mean you are weak. It means that you are strong and smart and real.
I am moving towards my better self when I live with huge doses of forgiveness and grace. We all need both. Often. Daily—forgiveness and grace, for ourselves, for others, for the world in which we live. All too often I have not been very forgiving with myself—with others I am better, but again, not so much with myself. It took me a long time to realize that withholding forgiveness from myself was not noble; it was arrogant. We all need forgiveness because we all make mistakes, we all fall short, we are all hypocrites. So, admit this, and get over yourself and your little “perfectionistic” dreams. And, we need to forgive others. Most of the time they do the best that they can do, and we never entirely know what someone else has gone or is going through. Besides that when we don’t forgive we not only are undermining the relationship, we are also doing damage to our own hearts. Nursing grudges, holding onto hurts, fantasies of vengeance, all of this poisons our own hearts.
Last words. I am moving towards my better self when I am committed to giving myself away to a cause, issue, vision, mission, hope, dream, that is bigger than me. If it—my life—is all about me, I shrink and get closed and small and petty. So, I need, my better self needs, to help others, to serve others, to give away my time and resources and energy and gifts to others. The older I become the more I see that it is not what you have that most matters, but what you give away; not what you make, but what you share; not what you accumulate, but what you disperse. So, life and my better self contradicts that lousy and lying bumper sticker which reads, “He who dies with the most toys wins.” That kind of life is death. No, it is he or she who loves and gives and serves and forgives and laughs and cries—these are the people who win, who make a difference, and who, finally, move towards their better selves.

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