There's a hole in my bucket.

  • By Sheila Gallagher Paluzzi MSW, RSW
  • 04 Feb, 2021

What truly fills us up?

One of the therapeutic goals I often hear as a therapist is “I just want to be happy”. Nothing wrong with that, in fact I attain to have happiness in my life as well. So why do many of us struggle to actually feel sustainably happy in our lives?

Here is one pattern that has become apparent to me. We let the external world dictate what SHOULD make us happy. Get the car, buy the house, wear the things, lose the weight, find the partner, have the baby, hustle, grind, spend. Implying that life is not ok as is. Conditioning us to believe our lives and purpose in life will be fulfilled if we just do the things and buy the things.

If it’s our happiness why do we let others or society tell us what we need to feel it? Why doesn’t the feeling of happiness last after I do “the thing” or buy “the thing”? Why am I always left wanting more? Why doesn’t my bucket of happiness fill up? When we act from the foundation of ‘not enough’, it doesn’t matter what we do, the experience of happiness or enjoyment of ‘enough’ will not be sustainable.  Why? Because we’ve been conditioned to believe that we are not enough. There are billion-dollar industries that RELY on us not feeling enough. Not feeling enough always leaves us wanting “more”, which bodes well for the billion-dollar businesses and policy makers, but leaves us feeling unfulfilled and increasingly discontent. We’re trying to fill a bucket with a gaping hole in it. No matter how much you keep pouring in, it will never be filled.

So, here is my life hack to true happiness. Get to know YOU. Really get to know, love and trust yourself. If we make decisions for ourselves based on self-love and following our intuition, from the place of “I am already enough and this is best for me” as oppose to “This is what I’m told is best for me to be enough”, our lives will shift dramatically. I am not kidding. When I work with clients who ‘want to be happy’, I am not telling them how. I teach them how to tune into and trust their inner knowing, and support them to make choices from a place of self-love. How to plug the hole in the bucket before they decide what they want to fill it with.

Two years ago, I made the choice to have Botox injected into my face. At the time I was going through a period of struggling with my body image. Here was what my inner critic was telling me at the time: Maybe if you look young and have great skin, it won’t matter as much that you’re not “skinny”. This inner dialogue is from experiences from my childhood and what I was told about my body being “too big”. I’ve been conditioned, like many of you, to believe if you are not skinny you are = unattractive, unworthy, undesirable and unmotivated. Although I have done a lot of work to heal this limiting belief and my heart knows this to be untrue, my head doesn’t always course correct. Sometimes there is a slow leak in my bucket that requires mending.

After a brief period of excitement over my vanishing wrinkles and creases, I started to notice other imperfections. The hole was actually expanding! Perhaps I need MORE Botox, or lip injections too? Skin tightening? Oh yeah, and weight loss too . . .because I’m still not “skinny. One day, as I was trying to budget for all this “self-improvement”, I had a revelation which was preceded by a slight meltdown. It was apparent to me that I was actually MORE discontent that I had started off before the injections of “self-worth”. This is when I decided to stop getting Botox and refocus on loving myself for who I am. I made a conscious decision to tend to the hole in my bucket instead of trying to put more in it to compensate for the leak. In my heart I know a person’s value is not dependent on size or wrinkle count but clearly, I still get stuck in old patterns of conditioning. As with most healing, it is a continual process.

Now, I am not judging Botox or saying it’s bad or that everyone who injects is, has low self confidence. That is not the point. The point is that I made the choice from a place of “not enough”. There was no self-love or intuitive wisdom at play. It was my fear of growing old in a world that celebrates youth. I was guided by fears of not being perceived as good enough and the end result was feeling even worse about my value. I won’t promise I will never get Botox again but what I do promise myself is that the choice will come from love, not from lack.

Here is the truth society doesn’t want us to believe: We were born enough. We were born with inherent value to this world. We are lovable. We are powerful. We know, deep down, the truth about what makes us happy. We don’t need to buy the damn Limited Platinum Edition of Happiness for 3 easy payments of $999.99. We already have what we need within us. What we need to discover our own personal happiness, is free. Love.

Repeat these words to yourself: I love you. Again. I love you. I love you. I love you. Not if . . . Not when. . .  I LOVE YOU. Repeat these words until the conditioning has melted away and you feel the power and truth of it in every cell in your body. Repeat through life. Repeat on the tough days, the good days, the miraculous days. I LOVE YOU. There is no ‘cheese’ factor here, I promise you. It may feel weird or uncomfortable saying this to yourself. If it does, you are deserving and needing to hear it even more. When we give these messages to ourselves, it reinforces the truth. You are enough already. End of story. Period.

Loving ourselves doesn’t necessarily mean we have to live like monks and give up all worldly possessions. When I buy the things or do the things from a place of love, there is a sense of peace, enjoyment, and gratitude. The different is the platform from which we make decisions. Is the choice born of love or lack?

If you were to truly love yourself, how would your life look or feel different? What holes need mending in your bucket? 


Stay precious, wild & beautiful,

Sheila 

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We all know the rules, right ladies? What is the ‘f’ word we cringe to more vehemently than the four letter one? That’s right: fat . No, I did not make a typo in the title (but I imagine I got your attention). . . FOR FAT SAKE! I detest what this word has come to represent. It is a comparative, degrading, diminishing word that most of us have spent our lives avoiding any association with. As a woman, being called fat has meant: undesirable, unwanted, unlovable, UNWORTHY. This blog is my warrior cry to invite everyone to come back to, and love ourselves just as we are . A call to shed the layers of social conditioning and negative beliefs, to begin to deeply love our bodies and connect to our personal power.

I entered this world in record time and weighed in at 10 lbs. 4 oz and 22 inches long! Seriously!? To my phenomenal mother’s dismay, she naturally and painfully birthed a toddler!  In a society that values a woman by her size, I was a rule breaker by mere existence. Not to mention, as I grew older, my personality began to match my body; BIG!! Big heart, big feelings, big voice, big dreams. In the early years, I was oblivious to the social norms I was breaking and loved living large in every way! I would sing, dance, run around unabashedly in a bathing suit, and take up as much space as I desired. It was quite beautiful.

At approximately age eight, I was called to downsize, in every way. This was when the fat shaming began and I started to learn the hard knocks of life; girls should remain small in every way. Our bodies, our voices, our personalities. Be nice and do NOT take up too much space (figuratively and literally). My exuberance deflated from my enormous personality.  I was painfully aware that I did not naturally ascribe to the rules of being a girl. So, for years, I worked hard to learn and follow those rules. Be nice. Be small. Be pretty. I have tortured and abused my body, mind and soul in attempts to follow these rules. I have tried numbing, stuffing, starving, medicating, placating,  you name it. I worked hard to hide who I  was in order to chase the acceptance and approval of others. I realize now, this was an impossible and painful aspiration to chase. 

In all my years of being a woman, friend,  and therapist, I have come to learn that most women have a shame story about their bodies and have experienced feeling unworthy. If you are one of them, this goes out to you: I see you, I hear you, I AM you.   I recognize we all have our unique stories and I honour whatever yours is. I know the familiar feeling of "not good enough" is what bonds us together. We can support one another through the shame and rise together to reclaim our power! 

It has taken years for me to slowly peel away the layers of teasing, humiliation, rejection, conditioning, shame, rage, and lies. At times, I have felt so raw and exposed I feared there would be nothing left to me. She was in there though, awaiting my return. The passionate, precious, wild, beautiful little girl who loves big, dreams big, and walks with her head held high. Every day, I try to connect with her and nurture her so that she can live out loud in every way. It doesn't always go according to plan, but I am not giving up on her. 

Body love is a personal journey without a defined prescription. It is a journey I will likely be on for many more years but I invite it all. The pain, the beauty, all of it. Every day is an invitation to return to and love our bodies. So, I invite you to show yourself some body love, right now, in this moment. Ask yourself What is the most loving thing I can do for my body right now ”? Let your intuitive response, be your guide. Does your body need rest? nourishment? movement? water? touch? nurturing? compliments? There is no "right" answer, only what feels right for you. Once you have your response ask "What is one thing I can do today to meet my need for _________________   ?" (enter whatever your response was to the first question). Now, try to meet that need today as an act of body love and self compassion. 

Whenever you feel overwhelmed by the internal and external messages that tell you, you are not worthy, anchor yourself by asking those questions. Ask them over and over again until they become your default. Let them be your compass as you peel back your own layers to reveal (and feel) how truly beautiful and worthy you are!


The photo is of my brother, my aunt , and myself 'living large'! She struggled most of her life with body image issues but accepted ME just as I am.  You will forever be in my heart, and one of my guiding lights. 

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Like some of you, I was intimidated by yoga. The outfits, the poses, the false notion that it was this exclusive club that only those with the quintessential, lithe ‘yoga body’ could belong to. A club that because of my body type, I could NEVER belong to. So, for years, it was a practice I avoided with great effort and success.

During my twenties, I decided to take a giant leap out of my comfort zone and attend a hot yoga class. For those of you who are not familiar, it is a yoga class facilitated in a studio with the temperature cranked to approximately 92 degrees. I mean seriously, I was sweating before the instructor even introduced herself!  It. Was. Torture. Not because of the poses, or the instructor, but because I could not escape from my thoughts. From the moment I walked into that studio, I was already comparing myself to others and highlighting (with great detail) my physical flaws. I was envious of the coordinating yoga outfits as I looked down at my Paper Bag Princess version, and incredibly self-conscious that others were thinking “this woman is clearly in the wrong class”. The entire hour was uncomfortable and my self-conscious thoughts only seemed to amplify and intensify with each movement. Dear God, what if I fart in downward dog and the smell is trapped in this hot sweaty room with all these beautiful (and thin) women!? Surely they would know it was the giant, awkward, new girl! There was no enlightenment, or ‘flow’. It was sixty minutes spent drowning in a sea of my own sweat and self-loathing. When the chimes resonated to indicate the end of class, they also chimed my freedom from the hot hell I was trapped within. I was a  hot mess .  

I was so fearful to return to the mat after my  experience that when I did get the courage to give yoga another chance (10 years and a whole lot of personal work later!), I booked private classes in hopes to avoid the fear and hot messy shame from before.

It has been a few months since I began practicing yoga regularly, and it has been an empowering and painful (emotional more than physical) experience that I would recommend to anyone. Through yoga, I learned how disconnected I had become from my own body (enter extensive memoir on the reasons why) and how to slowly return to myself through breath, intention and movement.  Thankfully my instructor was patient, compassionate and respectful of my insecurities and created a beautiful space for me to begin the process of reconnecting to, and loving my body.

Here is what I have learned (and wish someone would have shared with me prior to my sweaty shame bath) about the practice of yoga; It is NOT about your clothes, your size, your shape, or whether you can contort your body like a Cirque Du Soleil performer. There is NO exclusive club, YOU belong .

Yoga can be a powerful and personal journey back to yourself. There will be moments of peace, joy, and relaxation and there will be moments of fear, struggle and frustration. It is all a part of the process. If you have become detached from your body, your emotions, or your thoughts, yoga can be the gentle friend to guide you back home.  It is a personal practice where YOU get to choose what benefits to gain. It can be deeply healing for your mind, body and soul, or it can be one hour where you can escape daily stresses and lie down for five uninterrupted minutes during Shavasana.

 If you are contemplating stepping out of your comfort zone, or had a hot messy experience like myself and want to try again, remember this: YOU belong and you are brave for just showing up in the face of your fears.  If needed, you can find solace in knowing there is at least one other person in the class trying to keep their s&*t together, or possibly holding in a fart. Namaste ;-) 

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