Well, Christmas has past and we\u2019re on our way into the New Year. Last week was the time of resolutions and high hopes, this week is the week all lofty ideals come crashing back to reality. At least, this has thus far been my experience.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I, along with many others, I\u2019m sure, am trying to settle into my normal routine. I\u2019m trying to get my sleep schedule back together after the holidays, and I thought it was going great until Monday night. I went to bed at a reasonable time, because I had to be up in the morning for work, but then my brain went, \u201cRemember that book you read three years ago?\u201d \u201cWell, yes, sort of, but…\u201d \u201cYou need to remember the title. Right now.\u201d Thus, I lay awake, trying to recall the title and name of the author. But alas, my brain didn\u2019t actually<\/em> remember those things.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This led to a twenty minute googling session at like 11:45.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Once I had finally figured out the title and my brain could finally<\/em> put that to rest, I headed back to bed for a restful sleep. Or so I thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Little did I know that my brain decided since I was obviously available for discussion at this time of night, I must <\/em>want to rehash a bunch of stuff I\u2019ve already made decisions about.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This lead to a 1 o\u2019clock bout with Imposter Syndrome.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Whoop dee doo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I finally realized that my worst existential crises happen post-midnight, so I figured I would try really hard to think about something else and deal with all of that in the morning. I did eventually fall asleep, putting an end to those late-night shenanigans.<\/p>\n\n\n\n However, this made me realize that sometimes the issue we identify in ourselves, the ones we think we\u2019ve \u201ccured\u201d, often linger under the surface, waiting for the perfect 1am timeslot to pounce.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Working through issues like this isn\u2019t a one-and-done scenario. It\u2019s a continuous effort to keep yanking the weeds. And unless the dirt is cultivated and cared for, the weeds are going to come back. Before you know it, they are twice as tall as last time, and hard to pull out without falling over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I feel like this is a metaphor I heard somewhere. There\u2019s no way my brain came up with that. But I digress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I think, for me, the steps I\u2019m going to take to keep the imposter weeds from growing too big are baby steps. Methodical weeding of the heart garden, planting truth and keeping a careful eye on the weeds trying so hard to take root. Because truth – God\u2019s word – is probably the only solution to weeds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This is a little discouraging. It makes all the leaps and bounds seem useless, because we have to keep fighting for every step forward. But that means growth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No one ever said growing was easy. No one ever said it didn\u2019t hurt a little. Sometimes it requires some pruning and pain and support stakes. But all that helps it grow strong, so it can stand firm without those stakes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Unless it\u2019s grapes. Those need trellises forever.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Well, Christmas has past and we\u2019re on our way into the New Year. Last week was the time of resolutions and high hopes, this week is the week all lofty ideals come crashing back to reality. At least, this has thus far been my experience.<\/p>\n