When Past and Present Collide

YouAreHere!I received a letter from Beth.

We attended the same high school.  Beth was a cheerleader.  She was beautiful and popular.  I was awkward and shy.  She married her high school sweetheart and proudly shares pictures of her husband, children, and grandchildren on Facebook. I was on an insecure theater geek driven to find my place on the stage.

I graduated from high school with a singular ambition: I wanted to leave my old insecure identity behind and become a new person on Broadway.  I left St. Louis shortly after graduation to create a new self.  However, my old self packed her bags, too, and followed me with the same passionate energy and ambition. Her voice became my inner voice.

My critical inner voice constantly reminded me I was not good enough, smart enough, bright enough, or talented enough to experience success anywhere. Her voice was ingrained in my bone and the harder I tried to accomplish one successful feat after another, the louder her voice echoed within me.

I lived with a group of Catholic sisters before I started college. We organized summer youth camps for children in the Ozark mountains in southern Missouri and northern Arkansas. Acts of service softened the critical voice within me; but it did not silence her.

My passion to experience the lights of Broadway was replaced by a new desire after my summer missionary experience with the children: I wanted to inspire others. I wanted to show others how to embrace their inner light and be proud of the gifts they breathe into the world. I hoped that, in inspiring others, I might discover my own light.

I became a teacher.  I published.  I received conference invitations and a doctoral degree.  Any confidence earned from success was quickly hammered into the ground by the much stronger voice within me that chanted I was not good enough.  I would never be good enough. 

I was terrified to be authentic.  I was afraid I was a paranoid schizophrenic and, if anyone ever found out, I’d be committed to a psychiatric hospital.  I finally gathered enough courage to admit my truth and self-diagnosis to a doctor. 

“Why do you think you are a paranoid schizophrenic?” he asked.

“Because I hear voices,” I explained.

“What are the voices saying?”

“The voices say I’m bad.  I’m damaged goods.  I’m no good.”

I couldn’t run from myself or the voices anymore.  Commitment to a psychiatric hospital was easier than running.

“Those are scary voices,” agreed the doctor, “but the voices you hear are coming from inside of you. You’re listening to a nasty negative tape that’s playing inside of your own head.”

“How do I make it stop?” I inquired.

“Choose to listen to a different tape,” he answered. “You have the power to change your own thoughts.”

I did not know I had the power to change my own thoughts.  I wanted a tape like the one Aibileen Clark, the fictitious maid from The Help, cooed to Mae Mobley:

You is good.  You is kind.  You is important.

Play1Shortly after my visit with the doctor, I received an email from Beth announcing a high school reunion.  I was afraid to attend the reunion because I did not want to run into the scared, scarred, awkward, shy misfit I left in St. Louis.  I replied to Beth’s email and shared my apprehensions.  As I wrote my response to Beth, I prayed for reassurance that my perceptions were distorted. My letter was an unconscious dare to Beth: Please prove to me that I’m wrong.

I did not know how severely inaccurate my perceptions were until I received Beth’s response.  She thanked me for trusting her enough to share my feelings.  She admitted that she respected me when we were in high school … she revealed how shy she was (just like me) and how much she admired my abilities to act and sing in front of an audience.  Reading her response opened the door to a life-altering change.

I spent a lifetime trying to squelch the voice of a scared little girl who never felt good enough.  In the quiet of silent reflection, I created a visualization where my confident adult self embraced the scared little girl and promised to protect her.  I resolved to replace the tape of negative self-talk that berated my anxious, insecure self with words of kindness, gratitude, and love.  Both selves are part of my whole self … and I need both selves to be complete.

And, for the first time in my life, I felt calm.

Beth recently subscribed to my blogI reread the questions in her letter.

“How different do you think our lives would be if we had the wisdom we have now when we were teens?” she asked. “But then again, would we be who we are today had we not encountered the difficulties and the joys experienced over our lifetimes?”

I think our experiences are valuable for those who follow in our footsteps, but not for reasons we suspect.  Although our experiences teach us rich lessons, I believe what becomes of value in the sharing of the stories are the relationships that deepen as a result of the telling.  Shared stories unveil our humanity and invite others to connect with us.  Not because our lessons changed them or their behaviors in any way, but because we invite transparent trust to change both of us.  We experience what the Greeks call Metanoia, a change of heart.

I spoke recently to a large group of women about self-esteem and positive affirmations. One woman asked, “Do you have a personal affirmation?”  

I do.  Now.

I inspire everyone to dream big and live with purposeful intention.

Thank you, Beth, for walking with me into the heart of a Metanoia experience.

What is your inner voice saying to you? 

How can you change your inner voice to be more loving, kind, and grateful?


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10 Responses to When Past and Present Collide
  1. Oh my golly, Julie, I am sobbing, yet again, as I read your beautiful words. For me it is affirmation that a kind word, a nice gesture, even a smile can impact another far greater than we ever imagined. It is a reminder, too, that we don’t really know one another on this journey called life until we are honest not only with ourselves but with each other. I hope you don’t tire of hearing me say that you are such a positive role model…a doer…an achiever…a giver. I am forever thankful that our paths crossed because you inspire me to be a better me!

  2. Touching story Julie – lovely response from Beth. Beautiful sharing of your life story that almost makes a grown man cry! (me) Thanks for your transparency and authenticity. Great to see the transformation – matches my own story to a fair degree.

  3. Julie, Thank you for sharing. I know that is never easy. I have always had fond memories of you. I really admired your singing and acting abilities. I remember when we hit the big time and made the Dickens Caroler “Little Sister”. LOL Most of all I cherish your friendship to a guy who was not all that popular. You made high school that much more bearable. John

    • I was moved to tears by your words, John! Thank you for sharing here. I don’t think anyone gets through high school – or life – unscathed! 🙂 Reunions give us an opportunity to reinvent our high school experience all over again.
      Many blessings,

  4. Comment * Thank you for sharing your story with us. It was very touching. It always amazes me how we have so many misconceptions of how others see us. In a million years, I would have never guessed that you were that shy awkward girl. I remember you as being very bubbly and outgoing. I was always a little envious of anyone who could get up in front of a large crowd and speak, sing and perform in a play. I love your comment about high school reunions giving us the ability to “reinvent our high school experience all over again”. Yes, now that we are older and wiser, and filled with more understanding and compassion, I look forward to making many new friends. 🙂 Thank You…Jackie King

  5. Comment *Julie, WOW! You touched my heart and opened so many memories of my adolescence and the mental ping pong of not knowing if I was crazy and always feeling different.
    It was as if you had reached in to my brain and found those things I spent so much time and effort to heal. As a teenager I wasn’t crazy, bi-polar or schizophrenic – I was a child attempting to survive the damage of adults. I was one of the walking wounded.

    Healing doesn’t come easy but it is certainly worth every ounce of effort, blood , sweat and tears.

    My time at Jennings was short – only Junior High School.Yet at the same time I grew up in Jennings because I spent the week days in the summer at my cousins house in Jennings. My mom re-married the man I call my Dad – when I was 15 and we moved to Michigan.

    Time and distance took me further from my home in STL. Glad for Facebook and Classmates. They have allowed me to re-connect or make connections with Jennings classmates I didn’t get a chance to know while in Jennings.

    God Bless Beth and all her hard work, but more importantly for her kind heart and generous nature. We are ever so lucky to have her as the glue that binds us together.

    Peace, Love and Joy,
    Patti Neal

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