Be your own hero
This is where I enter the object of one of my main turning points in life. The book, Girl, Wash Your Face, by Rachel Hollis. I listened to it twice in one week. One week! Once nonstop, then again to take avid notes. Then after that I went over those notes. The thing that hit me as a revelation was when she stated that I needed to be my own hero. This at first sounded sacrilegious. Be my own hero? Take control and ownership of my future and make big, grand plans that I wanted to? That thought felt so empowering! But was I allowed to do that? I grew up believing heroes are wrong. We shouldn’t look to people to be our hero. Only Jesus can be. Am I just a helpless girl waiting to be saved then? Or do I have the ability to take control of my life and imperfectly go after what lights me up and what I feel meant to do in this lifetime. In a sense being my own hero at my life. Not relying on others. And as a Jesus follower knowing he is helping guide my path to my abundant life. This was such a hard thought for me to wrestle with. But this is the point I had come to in life. I had become such a “victim” of my own life I was waiting for God to put something or someone in my life as a sign he was saving me! So I just waited. And I never got rescued! At least not the way I envisioned.
So this was my revelation… I needed to be the hero in my story. I needed to rescue myself. Figure out the lies and hash through the layers of junk in my life. It’s not that God had ever left or was not there each step of the way loving me. He just wanted me to realize I had it in me to be my hero in my own life. No one else. I needed to figure out the lies from the truth. When I listened to this new concept, I was so low that frankly I didn’t care so much if it was, in the “Christian world”, wrong or right. I was so tired and drained living that life. Living the belief’s that had been ingrained in me. I was tired of having to be so wary of terms that might not jive with what Christians believed. If being my own hero was wrong then God would just have to show me that somehow. If being my own hero makes me feel in control and powerful and gives me confidence, then guess what, I am all in. I didn’t realize how desperately I wanted to own my own life.
This was such a freeing, a-ha moment in my life. It reminds me of a scene in the wise, chock-full of life lessons movie, Clueless. Remember when Cher had her a-ha moment and realized that she loved Josh?! Do you remember how you felt waiting for her to work it out and FINALLY get that amazing, but super obvious, revelation? Such a good part… Maybe the best part in the movie. That was me! I wish I had a water fountain turn on behind me like she did for her revelation.
Anything became possible, life had lost its limits. I had lost my limiting beliefs. I was, and am, free to dream big, free to achieve big. Free to not get tangled up on the little “but what if’s”? And my personal favorite, “I hope I don’t disappoint God”…. I feel like I can live fully into the person I was created to be and that just makes me feel all the more close to God. The belief that I could take ownership of my life made all the difference in my perspective on life.
I HAD to remove the lies and fears that I could not take control of my life and be more. I know the reasons behind these limiting lies. Its really no secret when you start to think it. You think, “but what if I become my own hero?” I will get self-serving, greedy, out for number one. I won’t be able to control myself. All about success and money and soon I will be having affairs, be an alcoholic and my family wont even be able to recognize me. Can you not be your own hero and still have personal integrity? I think so. Only living big and not small. How we were meant to live.
Today’s steps to get you to firm foundation:
- Is it easy for you to get too caught up on a certain term that you loose the possible truth behind it?
- What does Be Your Own Hero mean to you?
- Are there any areas of your life that you feel out of control? Is there anything you can do to take control?
I have probably thought of what seems like a million different reasons I should not be writing this first post. I am not a writer. Does what I say really matter? Do I matter? Will this even go anywhere? Will anyone read this, besides the friends and family I force to? I am 41. This…