It’s no question we all struggle. Something that has always bothered me is the fact that people measure their own struggles based on the perceived gravity of someone else’s struggles.
Everyone is different.
We all struggle differently.
If the worst thing you have ever experienced is a stubbed toe, so be it. You’re blessed, but you still struggle. And that’s okay.
We all handle our struggles differently too. Some people are more outwardly emotional, and some people become stoic. Neither is necessarily better or worse; there’s not really a good way to struggle. But the bottom line is this: it’s okay to struggle.
Allow yourself to struggle.
Even if struggling to complete a four-page paper because you’re also trying to balance your time between a midterm that you must at least get a C on this time around, plus the stress of social pressures, and the pounding thought in your head that you might not be good enough, seems trivial compared to your friend’s recent discovery that she is injured and won’t be able to compete in her sport– scratch that, her passion-– this season… you’re both equally entitled to acknowledging your struggles.
Something I have been struggling with for admittedly a few years (though I didn’t always realize I was struggling) is being vulnerable. In retrospect, I have stifled quite a few interests of mine out of fear of what other people might think of me. I was never willing to entirely step out of my comfort zone to make myself happy. I was too focused on making sure my relationship with everyone around me was in equilibrium. Doing something that could potentially elicit a snide remark or a sarcastic laugh meant rocking the boat; something I was not willing to do. I wanted to remain in the background. It’s comfortable there.
But my mom recently told me, “You can’t go your whole life never doing anything that makes you uncomfortable. It’s scary, but it won’t become less scary by always avoiding it.” So here’s to doing something scary. Something that makes me vulnerable. Something I struggle with.
I’m starting a blog.
Something anyone can read.
Something that could quite possibly elicit snide remarks or sarcastic laughs.
But it’s also something I can enjoy. Something that might just interest someone else, too.
So here marks the beginning of learning to be comfortable with being uncomfortable.
catch ya on the flip side
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
-2 Corinthians 12:9-10