Life Lessons
Working on Yourself? No Use Feeling Selfish and Guilty in the Process
The river gave me a different perspective

Working on yourself is a gift. A very important gift to yourself and others. In my life, this gift did not come early. I was already far in my 40s, it was 2013 when I realized that I missed out on something. So I started finding out what it was.
As with most people, it was a crisis that started my journey. I won’t bore you with the details but it had to do with death, divorce and me questioning everything that had seemed so normal before.
The journey had started. I moved to a little cabin in the woods. Yes, that’s sounds romantic. But often it was harsh and confronting instead. One of my questions was often: “What on earth am I doing with my life…?”
One year later I quit my well-paid job and became a freelancer. I was already approaching 50 and many people thought I’d gone crazy. “You’ll never find another job when this doesn’t work out,” they warned me. But I felt freedom. It took me well out of my comfort zone, but I always get the best access to the wisdom of life outside of my boundaries…
“You’ll never find another job when this doesn’t work out,” they warned me. But I felt freedom.
It felt like heaven in one sense. I finally felt free to do only the jobs that I wanted and I had plenty of time to look deeply into myself.
It felt like hell sometimes, too. I felt the uncertainty of not having a steady income. And I needed to go out and connect to people for new projects when all I wanted to do was hide in my woods and walk…
Fast forward… Seven years later, my life has — kind of — sorted itself out. It took me blood, sweat, and laughter… They were years of hard work and surrendering to the process. The deep black pits are gone now. My joy is vibrant again and I live the best life ever!
Seven years later, my life has — kind of — sorted itself out. It took me blood, sweat, and laughter…
So, with hindsight, it was well worth the journey! I learned to love myself, love others and I joined the changemakers of the world. My inspiration started to flow and my freelance projects sorted themselves out. Nowadays, they provide me with a good living.
Well, so far the introduction. What about this feeling selfish and guilty? When I was deep into my personal journey, I felt selfish very often. I’m a person who does not share her emotions very easily. I do have close friends, but in those years I had nothing to offer them. My friends offered me a lot though.
My friends cooked for me when they thought I was not taking care of myself. They did not crowd me but hugged me when I asked them to. They made me laugh whenever I was taking myself too seriously. I’m still mighty grateful to them for all of that!
My friends made me laugh whenever I was taking myself too seriously.
And please take these tips to heart whenever you have a friend who needs your loving care. The small things matter! Practical things matter! Hugs matter! Don’t crowd, don’t offer advice, and most of all don’t expect too much in return for a while… They’ll come out of it and be your friend forever, remembering exactly how you made them feel!
But although my friends assured me they had no expectations, I did feel selfish at times. They must have needed me as well sometimes. And I just didn’t have the energy. All the energy I had was going into my journey of healing, learning new ways of being and daily survival. No extras left…
And I had the luxury of being able to hide. Sleep a lot, meditate, reflect, walk long walks in nature… No obligation for me to care for little children or elderly parents in those years.
So I see others on this journey who feel even more selfish and guilty than me. They might have the same support around. But they also have to care for young or old folks relying on them. And they just don’t have the energy for caring…
Well, I found out there is a time for everything. Ebb and flood.
This might be the key to it all. While you are busy finding your feet again, it’s okay to use the autopilot for the caring bit. Not everything has to be 100% giving all the time. You can do 50% for a while and still be a good enough parent, child or relative. Be kind to yourself.
Make sure you make some radical choices. What is really important to do now and what can wait? Make sure the working on yourself is at the top of your list in this period of time. Later, priorities can shift again.
Of course, everybody has a different path to walk, so it varies how long the ebb will take. The ocean can be tricky. But one thing is sure. Feeling selfish is not helping. And feeling guilty is not helping either. Both will only drain your energy.
So maybe it is okay to just dive deep. Go on autopilot for a bit. And after a while, you will surface on the other side…
During one of my walks, I met a river. And she became a metaphor for me. I had stopped flowing. I was dammed. So my journey was ‘the undamming’. The ‘rewilding’ as you wish. I had to stop pleasing others and make sure the water in the river was me, my own authentic water.
Everything is connected. The river touches other beings. The soil on the banks is another being. The stones on the bottom are other beings. The fish, algae, and crabs are other beings.
So maybe all we have to do is not pollute each other with our waste. We have to keep our own waters flowing healthily. And make sure we will not be polluted by other beings’ waste either.
Only give each other food, not waste…
We touch. And we can only feed each other when we have an abundance of food (read love, care, compassion, etc…) for ourselves first. I learned. I experimented. I grew. And I became my own authentic, undammed river.

During my journey, the river metaphor came to me in different forms. Here is a chant I sometimes sing by the river. Or in the woods walking our dog. Or in the car. Alone!
“The river is flowing, flowing and growing
The river is flowing, back to the sea
Mother Earth carry me, a child I will always be
Mother Earth carry me, back to the sea”
— chant, written by Sun Bear
There are many versions of this song performed. Personally, I love this version. It’s part of the film ‘I won’t go quietly’ by Anne Sono, in remembrance of the Norway massacre in 2011.






