Hey Reader,
In honor of Thanksgiving (and my birthday, woohoo!), I figured it was a good time to reflect on what I’m grateful for…which got me thinking about gratitude practices in general.
I have a serious problem with them.
In theory, remembering to be grateful is wonderful. I just think for women, it can do more damage than good.
Based on what I’ve seen with my clients and this community – not to mention my personal experience – we often gaslight our feelings. We bury our needs (emotional and otherwise) in service of others, trying to keep it all together while keeping a cheerful face.
But our feelings are like a bouncy ball on top of a pool, and no matter how deep we shove them, they always pop up – and usually at a very inconvenient time (and in an inconvenient way 😈)
And when we do acknowledge our pain, we often quickly rationalize or condemn them away, guilting ourselves that we’re not more grateful. How can we suffer when we know others have it worse?
The crux of the issue is – and why I think gratitude practices are problematic – that it reinforces a binary view of ourselves. We are either suffering or grateful. This is a false lens to see the world and a big reason why we’re often confused or conflicted.
I’ve discovered that true contentment comes from embracing life’s contradictions and expanding our capacity to sit with it all. No fixing, no burying, no bullshit.
👉 So instead of a gratitude practice, I encourage you to try what I call the “Add the And” At the beginning or end of the day, reflect on everything that happened and how you feel about it. See if you can identify as many feelings as possible – the feelings wheel helps! – and in doing so, include as many “ands” as possible, challenging yourself to uncover a diversity of interpretations. How many ways can we see this situation? This person? Ourselves?
The more perspectives we seek, the more paths we’ll see, and the more opportunities we can seize.
I learned this in a very intense way during my son’s hospitalization and open heart surgeries. I dreamed throughout my twin pregnancy of that triumphant moment when I’d be wheeled out upon discharge, carrying my two babies. Instead, it would end up being only one, the other left behind.
I was devastated and proud. We were unlucky and lucky. Sobbing tears of sadness and joy, I vividly remember feeling an inner expansion as my body and brain stretched to hold it all.
This was life: messy, beautiful, tragic. And I was grateful for it.
x Claire
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