RULE BREAKER // 2

Anyone around here ever broken a rule? Here’s how it felt the day I broke a “rule” that had somehow burrowed its way into my fibers. A rule that needed to go. Perhaps you can relate.

rule book | the both and | shorts and longs | julie rybarczyk1{originally posted 9/13/13}

This week,
I broke a rule.

The kind of rule that
has been peering down its nose
through its wire-rimmed glasses
and raising one eyebrow at me as if to say
“don’t you dare”
for so many years now that
I can’t actually remember
ever
living without it.

A rule about what is right
and wrong
okay and not okay
for me
to do
and say
and be.

A rule that falls into the same general category as
always be nice
or
never have a need
or
don’t make eye contact with that elephant in the room
.

The kind of rule that
several years ago
I began to recognize for what it is.

Wrong.

Paralyzing.
Dumb.

Poison.
Smothering my chances for peace
and happy
and love.

At least the kind I want.

And so I have been chipping away at it
for some time now.

But this week,
I literally broke it.
In half.

Which might sound like a lovely victory.

Maybe it was. But it didn’t feel very lovely.

Turns out, that kind of rule
– the kind that thinks it runs the place –
gets quite offended at the first sign of a crack,
much less a break.

It doesn’t leave quietly.

So this week,
when I all-out busted
this rule that once ran me,
things got ugly.

It went something like this.

I stepped outside the bounds.
The rule flashed its teeth.
I kept going.
The rule shot arrows.
I kept going, acting all smooth and cool,
as if this was going exactly as I had planned
while meanwhile I am freaking out and my hands are shaking from the tension of it
because I have absolutely no idea what the new rules are out here
and also those arrows kind of hurt.

It was a messy, sloppy, wobbly affair
that maybe,
hopefully,
please-God
I will handle a little more gracefully next time.

It wasn’t just messy.

It was scary.
I dug courage out of places I never knew I stored it.

And, oh yeah, there’s also this:

This rule-breaking thing
(which I am still doing right at this very moment by the way)

is
also
incredibly
excruciatingly
uncomfortable.

As in, I’d like to crawl out
of my own
skin.

As in, ouch.

As in, maybe that rule wasn’t so bad after all?

Hmmm. Yeah. No.

Instead, I’m reminding myself that many good things,
like running a marathon perhaps (not that I have ever run more than one mile) –
or even just training to run one –
are probably also incredibly, excruciatingly uncomfortable at times.

Heck, holding a yoga pose can be.
Moving any muscle you haven’t moved in a while (or ever)… hurts.

But uncomfortable won’t kill me. It hasn’t before.

In fact, maybe,
hopefully,
please-God,
it will make me stronger.

And more free.

Here’s hoping.

xo

__

{P.S. from 4/3/17}

I remember the day I wrote this post, and I remember the “rule” I broke.

That day, I said something I’d always believed a nice girl “should never say.” I stood up for myself in a new way. I trusted my gut instead of trusting the words I was being told.

I was pretty sure I was being lied to that day but the thing about lies is you either have proof or you don’t. So you either wait around to see if it was a lie, or you trust the voice in your head saying, “SOMETHING ISN’T RIGHT HERE” and you work with that.

But, somehow, I had always believed that [HERE COMES THE RULE] I should blindly trust people always give people the benefit of the doubt. Even when what they are saying doesn’t match with the evidence. I believed it was rude to question someone who is earnestly assuring you that what they say is real. Especially if you like that person.

That day, I walked away from a (potential) relationship with a guy I really liked.

But I gained the assurance that I can do life differently. With solid, reasonable boundaries. Even when someone else—and my own emotions—are telling me not to.

I don’t regret the “rule” I broke, or the decision I made. I do think I was right to say goodbye to this guy. That didn’t mean I liked it. He was very upset, and so was I. It was hard.

In this case, I did have some actual evidence that he had lied to me (he denied it vehemently). But, more importantly, my gut was screaming louder than the “rule”—and it was telling me to walk away.

So, right or wrong, I did.

Here’s what I wrote about it back then:

Yes, I lost some things in this rule-breaking episode. But I did it for the hope that I will gain much more. I am safe and sound and still hoping… Also, I am not alone. This isn’t the kind of thing you do without your fall-back team in place, which I do have.

So I’m riding this out for the sake of freedom. I’m choosing to believe that if I do this enough times, that silly rule will have no power over me anymore.

Here’s to breaking the rules, friends.

xxoo

rule book | the both and | shorts and longs | julie rybarczyk2

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