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...

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.  

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.  

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.

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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