What do I resist and why?
I was walking the other day with a close friend, and she was helping me dissect a sense of dissatisfaction I was feeling. She asked me what two things I would get rid of in my life. One of my answers was “resistance.”
I meant the resistance I feel in my household, whose source I identified as my three daughters and my husband. I am a Libra, and I like harmony. I CRAVE harmony, and yet my life seems characterized by resistance. It exhausts me and makes me want to move to Oregon (where everything would be magical and perfect).
Driving home from that walk in the park, I was behind a car with a bumper sticker that read: RESIST. That night, I went to an event and saw a friend who sports a necklace that says: RESIST. I asked her what that word means to her, and she said standing against oppression. Indeed, effecting necessary change requires resistance. Great leaders among us have dared to stand against injustice. Teenagers and toddlers achieve independence in part through resistance. We all have to resist what the world tells us we should be or do or look like. We have to resist temptations and stereotypes and things that would suck us under. Resistance is a good thing.
And yet, we also have to learn to flow. Recognizing that resistance requires two opposing forces, I ask myself: What if it’s not just my kids and my spouse who are pushing, but it is I who is giving them something to push against? My desires for peace and accord—what’s more, my desire to CONTROL their desires—is my own form of resistance and my own worst enemy.
Maybe I need to be the river, and let it all just flow on by and through me, because that rock on the creek bed has been worn down by centuries of a current that is never going to let up. We all have things we resist, for good and ill.
What about you? What do you resist and why?