Not Mine

The word Mine has such a powerful meaning. When you are out in public and there is a jacket sitting on a chair and someone picks it up you are tempted to say “That jacket is mine” That person knows it is yours so it seems that they will be more respectful of it. They probably won’t toss it across the room. They will probably even ask you where they should put it. The word “mine” is very respected.
On the other hand the statement “not mine” can be as powerful in a different aspect. If there is an unsightly jacket sitting there and someone asks if it is yours you will boldly say “not mine”.  You say that so matter of factly.  You want everyone to know that this unsightly jacket is not yours.  It’s like you want them to not judge you for the jacket.

I am writing about this because I have had an AHA moment recently.  I notice as I write about the sexual traumas or even the violators I am apprehensive to say “my traumas” “my cousin” “my violators”  You see I don’t want to take ownership of them in that way.  Because usually when you say “my” or “mine” you are proud of that ownership.  I don’t want to take ownership of them anymore.

There was a time that I did take ownership and say “my” or “mine”  But I realize that no longer am I obligated to own them.  I have broken the chains of ownership.  I don’t ignore them.  I acknowledge them for the simple fact it helps me to heal and also to help others heal.

This is such a powerful AHA moment that I have had.  I feel like I am more aware of the words that come out of my mouth.  I say words that I mean and that is sincere.  I will no longer say words that I feel obligated to say or may just be the norm.  I want them to be 100% me.