So yesterday, I did something pretty crazy.
I went undercover.
Yep, I pulled a Harriet the Spy and went on a real life spy mission.
My best friend is actually a forensic psychologist, and basically that means that her life is literally an episode of CSI. Anyway, she had to go on an undercover gig, and, since I’m an actor, she invited me along!
It. Was. So. Cool.
Not gonna lie, I felt like a badass.
Anyway. We were undercover on a boat, putting “eyes on” this guy whose wife was suspicious of him having an affair. She knew that he was going to be on this evening cruise because she checked their credit card bill. He told her he was “working late.” That poor woman. My heart went out to her. To think that she had to hire a private investigator to see if her husband is cheating. It breaks my heart.
Anyway, the guy was with two women. And that’s all we know. His actions weren’t overly romantic or anything, so we couldn’t tell if he was cheating.
But as I was sitting there, pretending to take selfies, yet actually taking pictures of the guy and his actions, I felt a tremendous responsibility in my hands.
I mean, this was their marriage. I didn’t know what the story was.
And, yes, even though that guy lied about his whereabouts to his wife, I had no idea who those women were. Were they co-workers, and he just didn’t want to tell his wife that he’d be out with women because she’d freak out? Was he really cheating? Was he planning a surprise birthday party for his wife with two of her best friends? I just didn’t know. But here I was, trying to figure out if he was having an affair based of his body language and actions with these women.
And, surprise, surprise, it got me thinking about recovery.
Now, you may be scratching your head thinking, “How the hell did you get from spying on someone to thinking about your anorexia recovery?”
Well friends, I was thinking, “This is crazy. This guy has no idea that we’re watching him. Someone could be watching me or following me around and I would have no idea.”
No, just kidding. But the thought did cross my mind.
But it got me thinking. I was trying to figure out this guy’s life from his actions. From his behavior.
And I wondered, What conclusion would someone draw from my behaviors and actions? Would they be able to tell that I’m in recovery? Would they think that I love myself? Would they draw the conclusion that I am living free from ED? Would they be able to tell that I love Jesus?
What do my actions communicate?
And it really made me think.
Because then I thought, what do I want my behavior to communicate?
Really. That’s a tough question. And there are lots of answers.
I mean, let’s be honest here. I would love it if my actions communicated that, Oh yeah, she’s got it goin’ on! She’s confident, stylish, flirty, self-assured, and the life of the party! Dangggg this girl’s the cat’s meOW!
But is that what I really want my life to communicate?
And I realized, after reflecting on this, what I actually want my actions to communicate:
I know, I know, I know. I can hear the collective “eye roll” from here.
But seriously, just here me out.
If someone were to spy on me, I would want them to walk away saying, Man, that girl is a lover.
So what does that look like? How about, being a good listener. Following through on promises and keeping my word. Bringing joy to others. Letting people into the broken places in my life. Actually celebrating my birthday. Building trust with others. Not tearing others down with gossip or judgement. Not tearing myself down with harsh criticism or doubt. Saying yes to invitations. Calling people back and reaching out. Spending time in prayer. Laughing a good old fashioned belly laugh.
Please hear me, I am in no way saying that I am all those fabulous things. That is a list of things that I inspire to be. Things that I am working on. Things that ED tries to suppress, but that I fight for.
That’s what I want my life to communicate.
What about you? What would someone think if they were to go undercover and put “eyes on” you? Is it want you want your actions to communicate? Just something to think about this weekend.
So whether or not that man was cheating on his wife, I’ll never know.
But I do know one thing: actions are important. And I need to be careful of my actions, because they communicate a lot.
And at the end of the day, I want to communicate love.