My shopping routine looks a bit like this: I need a special dress. So I go to all the stores that could potentially have the dress I need. I purchase as I go, collecting several options. I keep the tags on everything I buy, of course, until there are no more stores to explore. Then I go home, try on the dresses again, mix with various accessories, and hang them in my closet until a few days have passed and I can be sure I’m choosing the right one.
Next year it will be the 75th anniversary of the death of a young girl who penned her experience living a life independent of her circumstances. In The Diary of Anne Frank, Anne shared how she stayed strong even while in hiding from the Nazis during WWII. She wrote,
I’m not good enough.
It’s a phrase I’ve played in my mind thousands of times since I was a child. It’s been my Achilles heel. And for so long, I’ve tirelessly toiled away to prove these words aren’t true about me. That I am good enough.
During a difficult season of our marriage, my husband and I began the deep work of healing which involved a significant investment in our mental health. Recently in one of our sessions with our therapist, we did as we always do: We checked in with how we were feeling.