Since being away from my friends, family, and regular routines I've noticed several times how much I depend on control in my life. The first time I noticed it while at Elsewhere was during our Open House, where we invited the neighbors and opened the doors to meet everyone. By the end of the night I realized I was either having a heart or anxiety attack. When I got alone for a few minutes to breathe, I realized the overwhelming emotion underneath. Thankfully it was only anxiety.
Not thinking much of it, I carried on adjusting to my new (temporary) home, housemates, and art time. It took a while, but I felt like I got the hang of it. Until, that is, another glaring scene of my lack of control reared up over something happening at home I could only watch and wait for the outcome from a distance. Miserable. Anxiety again.
Somewhere along the way I saw this TED talk on childhood trauma's impact on physical health and realized I've developed some "interesting" coping mechanisms that, when hindered, manifest in my body, largely through anxiety:
Beginning to connect the dots I gave in to my reality that my coping mechanisms (control) to manage anxiety only serve me so far. They are not sustainable 100% of the time over my lifetime. I need to develop emotional plasticity (flexibility or adaptability). I need to figure out how to be okay when I can't have control. Saint Ignatius called it indifference all the way back in the 16th century.
Indifference, or adaptability, is not the lack of a preference or even a strong desire. It's the ability to hold that desire with open hands. Neither is it the absence of disappointment. It's the ability to say, "This outcome is not my preference, but I will be okay." Indifference is the manifestation of trust.
Yes, I would like to be able to control what happens at home from 1,000 miles away. That can't happen right now. I will be okay. I can breathe. I can journal and talk about my frustrations, anger, or disappointment. Then I can let go and move on.
The thing I forget so often is that I can't move on from something until I acknowledge it. Acknowledgement is a crucial part of the moving forward process. This month has taught me that I often rely on my control (which is an unstable thing to rely on), but that control is not the definition of peace -- indifference is a lot closer.
Jesus, help me to press into your grace when my frailty reveals itself. And help my heart not to jump to resolution, but to flow through the process of becoming indifferent, and trusting your mercy and grace for me and my situation as I process with you.