Forgetting Who You Are

Sep 19, 2016
2 min read

"This is the result of forgetting who you are."

He said this to me while at my parent's house, where the family gathered to celebrate my sister's 22nd birthday. He was in child's pose on the living room floor while the rest of the family was outside starting to eat. For more than a week now his back has been in constant pain, fluctuating from barely tolerable, to intolerable.

Now if you know my husband this would surprise you. He the man who has been weight lifting for most of his life, a brown belt in martial arts, and the same one who is one class away from being a certified massage therapist. Him, the one who always has a useful and natural alternative to the many physical ailments that trouble those he cares about. The same one, who also values learning more about where toxins come from and how to get rid of them.

Yes… him.

But, like he said, "This is the result of forgetting who you are."

He forgot who he is. Somewhere between difficult relationships, and a plethora of life changes, he forgot to stay true to who he is and what he has learned. He forgot that in order for any physical body to function holistically it must remain in motion.

This concept of motion is important to him. It has been for many years, and it was one of the things we spoke about when dating. The truth that without movement there is death. This goes for all areas of life. Perhaps you have heard the saying that if you are not moving forward you are moving backwards. Well also physically, if we do not keep up the maintenance of healthy movement in joints, muscles, bones, blood flow - our body will stiffen. It will die.

For him the consequences of letting go of the amount of movement that his body needs has been excruciating. But I am grateful. I am grateful that he is remembering who he is. A year from today he will not be in this pain any longer. A year from today he will have been in motion for a year, and he will be living out who he is.