“Not all wounds … are so obvious” – My Messy, Beautiful

With gratitude to Annie Oddflower for this amazing grahic

With gratitude to Annie Oddflower for this amazing graphic

I feel like I’m going out on the skinny branches with this blog.  I’ve been deeply shifted by Glennon Doyle Melton’s brave commitment to “shameless truth-telling and hope spreading” and, in keeping with that, this essay and I are now part of the Messy, Beautiful Warrior Project .  As a result, I have been inspired to admit that I’ve been hiding my authentic Self behind a shiny facade of perfection, performance, and people-pleasing (but only for most of my life).  It turned out that I got to grow up on ‘the wrong side of the tracks’ (so to speak) and, since then, I have invested considerable effort and significant energy into ensuring my dignity and character were, as much as humanly possible, safely beyond reproach.

Nonetheless, despite my very best efforts to out-run my past and confirm my worth, I’ve been described as “fake” (Ouch).  I’ve also had people tell me (yes, right to my face):

·         “You’re the kind of girl we love to hate”(painful) …

·         “I don’t know you and I don’t think I want to” (excruciating)…

·         “I didn’t think I could ever be friends with someone like you” (encouraging-ish) …

·         “You are not what you look like” (hmmmcriticism or compliment … ??).

Lately, I’ve been secretly flirting with what life would be like if I accepted Glennon’s scary invitation to “drop the cape” and meet her on the messy side of life. You know … actually risk letting people see the less thanI’ve got it got-it-all-together’ me.  But, honestly, since  I am a counselor, I SHOULD have it all together if I am going to presume I might support others in doing so, right?

So, the other day at work, while exchanging pleasantries over our coffee, a most lovely colleague of mine unsuspectingly asked about how it is that I always look so ‘put together’.  In that moment, I heard that small, still voice within me wildly proclaiming  “here’s a chance to ‘drop the cape’ Karen”.  Dang it!  I guess I should have expected that the Universe/God would lovingly conspire to help me grow into the next best expression of who I wanted to be in the world.

Anyway, with my consciousness frantically grasping for courage, I responded by saying “Do you really want to know?”  “Yes” … apparently she did.  Hoping she’d change her mind, I repeated “Really?”  She said “really”.  So … to the best of my anxious mind’s recollection, I think I said something like:

I’m honestly just trying to out-run the ‘better-thans’.    My father was an alcoholic who struggled very unsuccessfully to keep us all from sinking.  My mom was diagnosed as manic depressive (bi-polar) – and became addicted to several prescription drugs (with all the shenanigans that THAT involves).  Both of them were doing and saying things that shamed and humiliated me as a child … often.  After my parents divorced, I was raised on welfare and ended up in foster care three times.  Most distressingly … I felt like my friends and their parents were watching (and judging) the entire debacle called my childhood.

Kids can be honest (OK, maybe even mean) … so I intuitively sensed the good parents liked to keep their children away from troubled families like mine. Clearly, I had no way to save face when the police arrived at at my house or when my mom landed in the loony bin (both more than once).  It just stung too much to actually admit it, so I put a perpetual smile on my face and committed to never let them see me hurting. I resolved to someday become someone I could be proud of … someone like my amazing classmates Susan or Janice or Margo.  These girls were never ever mean to me, not even a little bit … but I always felt incredibly ‘less than’ in their presence.  They were kind, smart, athletic, beautiful AND rich (at least from where I was looking!). They were everything I ever wanted to be …

Somewhere along the way, I must have decided that if I looked and acted like them, then maybe no one would be the wiser about my shoddy roots.  So, I began dressing immaculately, behaving impeccably and earning straight ‘A’s … clear through to my Masters Degree.  Perhaps unconsciously, I figured that with perfection and performance I could fly under the radar and avoid any chance of further shame and/or humiliation.

So, as I honestly shared with my coworker, the truth of the matter is this … appearing “put together” was simply my fear-based and well-intended attempt to feel safe … to measure up, to be liked and to feel accepted.

But here’s the thing. I still got those kind of comments (like those listed above) that belied my ongoing attempts to carve out a safe place to dwell.  It wasn’t until I did some deep inner work through Debbie Ford’s Courage Coaching Program that I realized the ugly truth of it all. It turns out that in my sincere effort to escape and out-run the shame I felt in the presence of those ‘better-thans’ … I was unwittingly showing up just like a ‘better-than’.  I had become what I most feared.   ARGHHHHH.   I was completely gob-smacked to know that in my protective effort to escape feeling ‘less-than’  … other people might be experiencing me as attempting to be ‘better than’ they were.  Eeeek … no wonder I got those kind of comments!  Whoa …  I felt sickened to the core with this painful awareness.

So, here I am …with my protective cape tossed to the ground. I am publicly acknowledging that the real reason I have been inclined to appear ‘put together’ is because I am scared spit-less not to.  I am terrified that you might get a glimpse of the REAL me … a shame-filled girl who just doesn’t feel worthy of your admiration or respect.  Yep … this is the me most people don’t ever get to see.  Aside from my best girlfriends,  my husband and my precious community of certified integrative coaches, no one really gets to see the part of me that is wounded and hiding – hoping no one will look beyond the facade (on one hand) … BUT … (on the other hand) needing  desperately for  someone to consider that terrified little gal as someone worthy of their love and acceptance.

While it is hard to admit,  I hope I can stay this brave…. and … keep letting people meet the REAL messy me.  I hope so, because in all honesty, I truly have been fake.  I’ve been hiding behind my cape of perfection and performance and people-pleasing.   It is absolutely true,  I publicly admit it  ….  I am not what I look like.

Yikes … maybe all those ‘better-thans’ from my past weren’t either.  Not all wounds are so obvious …

With messy heartfelt humility, Karen

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23 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. CoachBarbie
    Apr 07, 2014 @ 07:11:40

    Speaking as one of the “certified integrative coaches,” I’m thrilled to have always known the authentic you, warts and all. Your spirit, your heart, your true self shine with compassion and love. Thank you for courageously dropping the cape so the rest of the world can experience your light. I love you, Karen!

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  2. robinbot
    Apr 07, 2014 @ 08:20:20

    Wow. You’ve shown me that I have a lot of capes to drop yet. Can I really do what you’ve done? Scary. But so awesome. Cheers!

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    • Karen Lanser
      Apr 08, 2014 @ 06:36:54

      Thank you Robin! I literally shook after daring to drop this cape. Beautiful comments like yours were a much needed balm for my trembling heart. Thank YOU so much for your generous reflections … and … YES, I am convinced we can all drop our capes if we hold each others hands while we do it! Thanks again for extending your hand … ♡

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  3. Shannon Smith
    Apr 07, 2014 @ 09:07:46

    Heart wrenchingly well said.

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  4. Meg Horan
    Apr 07, 2014 @ 09:34:38

    Thank you for being brave. I love everything about this post and am honored to be in this Messy Beautiful project with writers like you. Sending you love and light.
    XO,
    Meg Horan

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  5. Lisa
    Apr 08, 2014 @ 10:27:52

    Beautiful, Karen!

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  6. bonnevivantelife
    Apr 09, 2014 @ 13:49:15

    Thank you for your brutiful brave!!

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  7. Eileen Anglin
    Apr 10, 2014 @ 14:05:28

    Reblogged this on Creative Spirit Breakthrough Coaching and commented:
    This wonderful article is from a fellow Ford Coach and blogger. I wanted to share it’s important message with you.

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  8. Eileen Anglin
    Apr 10, 2014 @ 14:06:52

    This is such an important message. I reblogged it on my Creative Spirit Breakthrough blog so others may read it.

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    • Karen Lanser
      Apr 10, 2014 @ 14:49:47

      Thank you for your generous support Eileen! I am tickled about all the wonderful connections we can make in the blogging community … and … am looking forward to spending some time on your site as well! Am I seeing that you have also been trained by Debbie Ford? With warmest smiles, Karen

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  10. Susan
    Apr 12, 2014 @ 17:47:50

    Hi, I actually found this post through the Messy Beautiful project. Thank you for sharing! I have teetered on the edge of trying to appear “just so” and feeling like I fail miserably at it and that people will realize I’m just a fraud. And, like you, after discovering Momastery have tried mightily to drop that and be who I am just in case there’s somebody out there who wants to do the same. Maybe, just maybe, hearing that somebody else is messy will help them realize that’s okay. Heck, I’m still trying to realize it’s okay for me. I was blessed to become friends with a lovely woman who told me that she was intimidated by me when she met me because I was the one (of her new co-workers) who most “seemed to have my shit together.” I’ve since been able to tell her that the more I appear put together, the more I’m falling apart. I’m now looking at leaving that job for reasons I will continue to work through with my own wonderful therapist. It’s amazing…the more I have begun to name the messy, heartbroken parts of me, the more heartbroken and whole I’m becoming. Thank you for being you!

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  11. Karen Lanser
    Apr 13, 2014 @ 10:19:18

    Good Morning Susan!
    I’m touched by your sharing … and … wish you all the best as you move your way forward along the messy, brutiful path ahead! I, too, have learned the value of naming it! Thanks for your words of acknowledgement … it is so much easier to make our way when we feel understood. I hope our paths will cross again! Thank you for being you … Warmest blessings, Karen

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  12. Molly Miller
    Apr 22, 2014 @ 08:08:12

    Love this, Karen! So proud of you and your bravery.

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  13. LisaAR
    May 05, 2014 @ 21:35:02

    Though our walks in life are different, we share some common frailties. I am rooting you on, you crazy/fearless cape dropper!

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  14. Karen Lanser
    May 06, 2014 @ 07:02:19

    Ha ha … thank you Lisa!

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