When Sharlene and I met, we were both relieved to find someone who understood how influential being raised in an ‘immigrant’ community can be. When we decided on a family name, we chose Kerelejza to honor the spirit of her paternal grandmother (on her adopted side) whose legacy spoke to the power of survival. The Haitian, Polish, and Ukrainian stories our children hear speak to the people in our families that survived violence, poverty, and discrimination.
“No pressure.” I would mutter under my breath after hearing from family, “…you kids have so many opportunities we never had.” Education meant a job, a job meant security, and security was everything in their minds.
The pressure was overwhelming. My family wanted my brother and me to live the Cosby dream. He would be the doctor and I would be the lawyer. Fortunately, my older sibling wanted to be a doctor and was able to accomplish this goal (twice). At six, when our grandfather died of cancer, he decided he wanted to find a cure for cancer. Although the quest for a cure continues, his educational and work experience have been in clinic and laboratory settings in this field. I am so proud of him for living his dream.
I am not an attorney, though I enjoyed watching Judge Wapner on the People’s Court in the eighties. At eighteen I had a breakdown that eventually led to a very private and deep spiritual journey. In those five years, my life looked something like: panic attacks, undergraduate courses, therapy, and coming out of the closet. I met my future wife at the end of this time and my life has been pretty amazing and really quite beautiful.
I imagine like many people at this point in life, I continued to struggle with what I wanted to be when I grew up. Social Work was a great place to continue the journey. This profession has offered me a place to live the social justice instilled from my family, provide ‘service’ that speaks to my spirit, and an academic paradigm that challenges my overall development. Still, the messages of my youth continue. Up until five years ago, my mother was researching law school programs. Shhh…I secretly have as well. The truth is that I place more pressure on myself to be ‘something or someone’ of worth.
Three years ago I stopped beating myself up (it was a pretty ugly), and decided to use this energy for self-reflection. I started to journal, read books on mindfulness, and started meditating. More recently, I have been exercising, eating better foods, and spending a lot of time in nature (a truly sacred experience). Sounds good right? Well…
I still have moments of intense vulnerability. As I practice more experiences of ‘authenticity’, telling people in my life exactly what I believe or living my values, I experience anxiety ‘hangovers’ that can leave me physically exhausted. Fear, doubt, and insecurity can be a daily experience when I slip into a belief that I’m just not good enough. This is the point in which I bring myself back to self-reflection.
At some point, I created a large sign inside my closet that reads, ‘Live Inside Your Life.’ I cannot remember the exact experience that led me to this. I’m grateful for whatever it was, as it’s a mantra that’s ‘just right’. When I think about a painful moment, or consider what kind of job I should have, degree I should obtain, or person I should be more like; ‘Live Inside Your Life’ brings me to a place of calm and refocuses me on what I really want to be when I grow up. In a simple way I have discovered that I just want to be me and that is good enough.
8 thoughts on “When I Grow up I Want to be Me”
What you write resonates profoundly with me. Not being good enough, doing enough, meeting family expectations, etc. I love your mantra to “Live inside your life.” Yes! A long time ago, when my eldest daughter was bat-mitzvahed (another story for another day), I wrote her a poem, the gist of which was, “Become who you are.” She has. She is. Not only is that good enough. It is a source of ongoing affirmation for her and Mama pride for me.
Love and keep being who are you are–
Wow, this was just amazing, Natacha. Hurray for you, your evolution and your wonderful writing style. However, it just makes me want to cry to think about how people suffer when their traumas are unresolved and their true identities can’t be expressed. You must bring a wealth of knowledge and compassion to your clients. Without someone to understand each of us and support us, it’s a painful life at times. So many of my clients turn to substances to mask their pain and hurt, and then, instead of society understanding that it’s just self-medication, they are scorned and derided as though drugs/alcohol is their lifestyle choice. The same with victims of domestic violence — DCF punishes them because they “allowed” their children to witness DV. Well, thanks to you for being there to help them!
It is so challenging to work in a system that gets as overwhelmed and challenged by the very people seeking support. In some ways, being clear about how I live my life is what reminds me to be compassionate when I feel just as challenged. Thank you.
I always say I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but now I have something new to say – because I really do want to be me when I grow up. As nuts as it is, I love love love this life! Great post!
I LOVE this on so many levels Natasha. Thank you for sharing. You are sooooo the perfect YOU! XO
Wonderful post. Like Vivian, I just love that last line. And I also turn to meditation, journaling and nature for self-reflection ❤
Very uplifting, thanks for sharing and welcome!
I love this post, Natacha. I love your last statement (“I have discovered that I just want to be me and that is good enough.”) because I wish we all could come to the same conclusion and live our lives that way. It means that you are being real with yourself. Thank you for a very real and honest post.