Sigh...
Another year almost gone, such a sucky year too…
Why can’t I just get out of this? Am I that afraid to be alone that feeling like this is better? Sure doesn’t feel better, not even close…
And then there’s Autum… Sweet, kind, listens, great mom, sexy as hell but she’s got her own situation and never gives me a straight answer…
Fricken women…
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WTF…
How in the world do you go in for major surgery and not want your significant other (for lack of a better word…) to be there? I’m beyond flabbergasted and hurt … Am I making too much of this? Seems to be saying a lot, in my head at least.
I won’t know it’s started, I won’t know it’s over, I won’t know anything. Why did she leave me out of the loop? I’ve had enough… So, so had enough of this emotional roller coaster it’s not even funny...
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Principles
The test of our principles is in dealing with people who don't share them.
This quote – oh how it has come to resonate with me for the last few months. My principles have never been tested as they have been of late; my principles seem to never really have been tested before.
And yet, WOW – how they are tested now over and over again.
We all have principles by which we live our lives. We might require honesty or respect or integrity from ourselves and those we hold close. We might choose loyalty as one of our principles or dedication or honor. Perhaps love is one of the principles by which we live our lives or commitment or materialism. Perhaps our principles are all very different and change with time and growth, but we all have them. We all have those ideals and boundaries and priorities by which we live our lives. They are the model we present to the world; the model we provide to our kids and ourselves.
If most tare like me, they live their lives without these principles truly being tested. After all, we usually keep company with those who share some of our principles and life values. If we value honesty, rarely do we knowingly choose to spend time with someone who chooses dishonesty as a way of life. If we value materialism, we probably don’t choose to keep close company with someone who shuns such a lifestyle.
Principles – they are as singular to each of us at a given point in time as the color of our eyes, our experiences, and the life that we live.
For months now I have had to look at my principles and consider their role in my life. Is it worth it to keep honesty as such a high priority when I have seen that dishonesty brings happiness and trust and unconditional love?
Is it worth my time to live in integrity?
Valuing the time a person gives and the gift of the person themselves over the materialistic… is that worth keeping? Perhaps it is easier to have someone buy my love and respect over simply accepting the gift of the self with an open and accepting heart?
Empathy – something that takes time and objectivity and an open heart… would my time be better spent as the system in which I apparently live is more concerned with logistics and quantitative information over emotions and character and qualities?
You name one of my driving principles – the foundations of my adult life and all the model I have used to raise my daughter – and they are each continually thrown at me in disarray of late. Each principle is being tested.
I will tell you, it isn’t fun. It is not a happy experience. It is an experience that has found me in tears of frustration because I am who I am. I have lived my life according to these core principles and now those very principles are shattered around my feet.
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Not Pretty
My feelings and emotions are not always pretty. They are not always about love and balance but are sometimes about anger and fear. They are messy and require my attention but not so much attention that I lose track of the moment or today or what is important in life.
I find myself in the shower thinking. Thinking about things that really aren’t healthy or beneficial. Thinking thoughts that will create the mood for the next few hours if I am not careful.
I find myself saying, as loudly as I can in my mind… “Enough” “That is enough!”
And sometimes it works. Sometimes the thoughts disappear down the drain on a current of water.
It is two steps forward and one step back. It is dealing with the ideas and the notions that people make choices that are not about me and yet effect me all the same. It is about looking at fear and self centeredness and trying to come to terms with the idea of sending love and detaching as much as possible.
It isn’t pretty; it is messy; and it is necessary.
11:11 AM | | 1 Comments
Not Going Anywhere
For over a decade I loved. I gave love freely – no conditions.
Suddenly I find that the same person who said they loved me a month ago wishes I would disappear.
It is the oddest feeling to know that someone would rather you not be alive than be alive.
Was I ever loved?
Was I ever significant?
Now I am an obstacle that is in the way. An obstacle that can’t be controlled. Something and someone who is taking up space and getting in the way.
It is the oddest feeling and well, it is just an odd feeling.
I am not going anywhere.
I am HERE!!
I contribute to this world and I am not just taking up space.
Being wished dead or that I would disappear is very odd… I would almost rather than I was treated with indifference over this desire that I just didn’t exist.
9:18 AM | | 0 Comments
Always at the wrong time
Writing is very difficult for me these days for many reasons. One of them is that I always seem to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Inspiration hits when I’m no where near my computer. In the car, in the grocery story, at the movies, doesn’t matter by the time I get to a keyboard I’ve either lost it or forgotten. It’s frustrating sometimes.
I never seem to have the time either. I have a friend in DC who can write volumes in minutes and she’s good. She’s articulate, funny and very open an honest. I want to be jealous of her but we’re different people and different writers so that’s just how it goes.
Another issue is my personal life. I like to write fiction and I especially like love stories. I also write from experience and many times I get too upset thinking about it that I can’t even write it down. Sounds weird now that I see it on the screen but that’s just how it feels.
Sometimes I think I like the idea of being a writer more than actually writing.
Oh well, onward and upward…
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Chicken Soup For The Soul
It’s harder to cook for three now than four since my son went of to college. Leftovers are not a big hit so I try to make sure I prepare only what will be eaten, however that changes daily…
I defrosted five chicken breasts last night so today I made chicken soup with two of them and baked the other three. Soup for tonight and the other three in the freezer for sometime next week.
Sometimes I’ll spend a weekend cooking and freeze it all. Chicken soup, meatballs and sauce with sausage, beef stew, lasagna, etc. Just need the energy to shop and then to cook it all. I have to work myself up into it.
Freelancing from home has been a help with cooking. Even though I still have to pick up my son I have all day to start meals if I feel like it. It’s cheaper than prepared food and better for all of us. Gives me more of a parental feeling too.
Oh well, time to take the soup off the stove.
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Love Really Can Suck
So many details that I won’t bother with but let’s just say for now you can be in love and still feel sooooooooooooooooo lonely that it physically hurts all the time.
When I was little people would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up and my standard answer was always, “happy.” I seemed to have missed that mark by light years.
Right now all I seem to do is try to figure out how to hurt less…
It’s exhausting all the time and then to compound it I then feel guilty when I think how many people are so worse off than me.
Somedays it’s beyond unbearable but you do what you need to and hope the next day might be better and sometimes it is.
Choices get made and the rest is up to the universe.
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Something to Remember
"Our self-esteem is rather like a beautiful but delicate flower that needs constant nourishment and care in order for it grow and remain protected."
Lynda Field ‘60 Ways To Feel Amazing’
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Thought for the Day
This morning I shuffled the deck of healing cards and attempted to focus my energy and quiet my mind. I am never quite sure which card I will draw, and, I am often surprised that of 51 cards, I have seen just ten as I have drawn the same cards time and time again. All messages speaking of forgiveness, letting go, and focusing on the moment. All messages that center on taking care of myself.
I drew a deep breath, focused, and quickly let my fingers pick the card.
One of my favorites – one that I have received once before.
The thought being, To be certain of the road, close your eyes and walk in the dark.
9:29 AM | | 0 Comments
At it again…
Work done for the day. Sitting back and reflecting on life. Work is slow, kids are well, weather is changing and perhaps I should as well…
Guess we’ll see what happens but for now it’s good to write again.
9:58 PM | | 0 Comments
Tuesday evening
Overcast skies oppose my mood. Although tired, I feel light, alive, satisfied. The children are playing peacefully, together, on the floor. They require no gadgets; they are merely satisfied with toy cars, board games and their imaginations.
Stress level is low and Jeopardy! will be on soon. If I could bite into a bit of chocolate, perhaps accompanied by a sip of a good Argentine Malbec, the day would be close to perfect.
Maybe next week.
Spring planting is about half done, which gives me great hope that winter will, once again, pass and the flowers will return. Imagine, I am thinking this only on the very first day of Autumn! Such is the downward pull I tend to feel at this time of the year, with the change of the light.
Now to feed the furriest four-pawed child and prepare for another early night.
3:41 PM | | 0 Comments
I am Here!
I was raised believing that confidence is something that comes from within. One doesn’t need to talk about accomplishments or strengths, one doesn’t need to toot one’s horn; one doesn’t need to prove anything to anyone.
Thus it came as a surprise to me when someone asked why it is that I don’t seem to give myself the credit I rightly deserve for all that I have accomplished?
I have thought long and hard about this in the past week…
Because, because I did all the things I have done because I didn’t have a choice. Oh, I mean I had a choice, I just didn’t consider any other choice. I moved forward. I trusted myself. I did what needed to be done.
Isn’t that what everyone does?
That is the way I have always lived my life, so the idea that the current crisis would ask me to choose differently continues to puzzle me; and yet, I do see that I don’t give myself credit for things I do. I no longer give myself the acknowledgement that I could for the strength that I have or the choices I have made.
I find myself struggling to find myself in general – instead I am caught comparing myself to another. I know I am doing it, I recognize that it does me no good and isn’t healthy, and yet it is easy for me to pretend that I am less a person if I believe that person to be more.
As I write here, I am going to toot my horn. I am going to stand up and say – I am HERE!! I am not only here but I have a voice, a spirit, and a presence. No one can take that away from me!!
12:20 PM | | 2 Comments
It's Just a Place
We all need a place - a space to write, to share, to laugh, to toot
our own horns, to weap, and just to... be.
This is that place!
4:57 PM | | 1 Comments