This morning, was another challenging one. I finished off watching Season Two of “Suits” last night. The last scene, in the filing storeroom, with clothes removal and graphic camera shots showing the release of two seasons of lust between the two characters… and all I could think: “she is the Duchess of Sussex”. All my old school, prayerful, hopeful reactions to royal wedding pictures (bearing in mind the whole thing didn’t feel right for me) were gone completely, and replaced with the very ‘not-royal’ images from “Suits”.
The frustrations of work relationships in real life, and the reality of working around people having affairs and creating stories that just do not sit well in my gut. I have worked in dozens of work environments and the truth of what goes on has never sat well with me. One affair from back in 2005, resulted in his divorce from his wife and his marriage to the woman who we worked with. Their adult choices are theirs to make, of course, but the discomfort that season caused… and here a television series is promoting lying, backstabbing, affairs and sex wherever the writers think it will boost ratings. Yet, I figured out why it is a good thing that I don’t have TV and the ability to sit there all day. TV, in my mind, becomes reality. I become interested and connected to the story, but the morals I have chosen for my life, the way I have conducted my life story, is the complete opposite of what the media, and programmes like “Suits” promote. Who is correct? Is it a sad journey to become a Christian and not take on affairs and lying and actively pursuing things to hurt other people and make things uncomfortable, or is it just prudish? The problem is, it’s TV, it is not reality, and I haven’t worked out how to separate myself. Like when Rachel says she “isn’t good enough”, that has been my proven space for everything I have put my hand to. I get it. It’s only a writer’s writing for ratings, but that is my life – really. Yet, “Boundaries” states that the ‘adult playground’ is not the place to heal and/learn to love. Yet, the TV series show that it is… why do the writers and TV producers present things that can ultimately hurt people irreparably? How many other people out there look to movies and TV shows to pass the time, and end up picking up on the ways of the characters they are attracted to, or relate to, or connect with? And, even though there is a connection to the character, a real-life application of those character’s characteristics and/or actions could result in seriously damaging ramifications. On a few occasions I have been seriously attracted to colleagues, almost all of them I never said a word about it. Years later, it proved to be the best wisdom of all to just keep quiet… in the moment though, the struggle with myself to make that decision took a lot more than was shown in “Suits”… it has bothered me deeply, how much I am effected by what was promoted in the episodes I watched. I hope the world is more intelligent than I am when it comes to connecting with TV episodes.
This struggle, that still hadn’t left me this morning, resulted in a very long journaling session this morning. With God telling me not to worry because He was scripting my story. I listed all the things I have tried and been “not good enough at” – the list was so long, it brought me to tears all over again. Being on my own in this Corona Virus time, trying to figure out, around and through who I am, what I have been through and how I ended up so jealous of successful people. Pride, envy, desire, such extremely hazardous things in my life. So very bad for my morale. God told me to keep focusing on Him. To focus on what I can do now. What I can do with what I have. That turned out to be the laundry in my loud, clockingly bashing washing machine.
I went back to Chapter 5 of Rick Warren’s “Purpose Driven Life”. “The way you see your life, shapes your life”, “We don’t see things the way they are, we see them the way we are – A. Min” page 41. “Life’s definition determines destiny”; and the only word that kept coming to my mind was: “wasteland”. The chapter says that your life metaphor (circus, Olympics, race, ocean, mountain climb etc) sets up what your expectations, values, goals, relationships and priorities for your life are… The Bible sets up life as a “test”, “trust” and “temporary” assignment. The test to keep the faith will happen through “major changes, delayed promises, impossible problems, unanswered prayers, underserved criticism and senseless tragedies” #corona!
I went to focus on what I could do – capturing till slips to see where the black hole that is absorbing all my money is, and working through tax in the process. While I was doing that the radio was playing hit after hit in the background… and my soul was sore. Very sore. Every hit that played was by an artist who had succeeded, someone, or group, that had created something that changed the course of history, changed radio play lists, confirmed people’s life memories and gave something of value. All the effort and talent of those people, like the actors, resulted in something altering the course of lives. Publically, music, alive and still giving… I kept capturing till slips through it all… what I can do.
Eventually, a couple of hours later, I went to my room to listen to the morning’s church prayers and reflections. Once again it was spot on, and even referred to people who are encouragers. I was so lost in my own bleakness that not all of the words settled. I was also feeling bad because people from around the world were sending me WatsApps around Sunday vibes, and one a recording about how “wonderful God’s children” are, which just made me bleak too. I don’t see evidence of treasures, of fire and light and amazing things … I just have broken me. I also don’t have proof from the outside that people are all that either. They are promoting hurt, affairs, lies, breaking down the president of our country, moaning about ‘oppression’ which is actually just a little bit of human restraint and self-discipline. If you want oppression, move to the Middle East, or the other side of China… South Africans. Americans. Humans! Me! Ugh!
I then watched a TEDX Women’s YouTube Clip – AMAZING! December 2012, one by Caroline McHugh “The art of being yourself”. Such wise counsel, such truth and perspective. She speaks of “The True Mirror”, “where you look for revolution, not reassurance… No-one has anything in common in their Soul-Self purpose… so we all have to sing our own song… The people who know this are full of light and larger than life… They shine and gleam and glow, like they have swallowed the moon. Your only job on the planet is to be the best you you can be’. She asks her audience: “who do you think you are?”
The story about the two houses next to each other, one dilapidated, the mirror image maintained, hasn’t stopped pestering me. I drove out (past the numerous residents having a braai together at the back of the property) to the site of the houses, but the sun was in the wrong place to film my story. So I drove to the petrol station and filled up with the cheapest petrol I have paid for in over 3 years.
I drove back and made a video for my current classes, my previous classes and anyone who wants to see it on Instagram or Facebook. A post advising us all to focus not on the little dot of Corona in this season of our lives, but to focus on the rest of our lives. This is an ‘in the meantime moment’ (Andy Stanley) and we need to use this time wisely to find ourselves, recreate ourselves and be better versions of ourselves when we meet others again. I need to make sure that I am not focusing on “my life is a wasteland”, and I am focusing on what I can do to get better at being me… for if I am not me, if I am not focusing on my own puzzle, then I have no right to speak to anyone else about theirs.
Stay blessed and have a good week.