Life as a classroom

Contempt Prior to Investigation

2013-04-27T10:50:00.000-05:00

On Friday nights, when the girls are with their dad and I am alone, I enjoy putting in a Netflix movie, pouring myself a drink, getting into my pj's, and snuggling up with the pup on the couch.

I know, sounds exciting.

To me, it's the best Friday night ever.

This past Friday night, I watched a movie called Celeste and Jesse Forever.

You can watch the trailer to understand what the movie is about. I really enjoyed it.

(Oh and for the record, the last movie I watched was Lovely, Still. It's on my favorite list now. Loved it!)

One of the things that really stuck me about C and J Forever was the appearance of my favorite question:

Would you rather be right or happy?

I've only asked myself this question a million times on this blog. Another phrase I heard in the movie was "contempt prior to investigation". Making judgements without knowing the whole story.

And this one, best quote of all:

“When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves. What? It’s Viktor Frankl…or maybe it was Biggie Smalls. I don’t know.”

Needless to say, the movie really spoke my language. Or else, it was just what I needed to hear.

***

I have found that my judgements of people are keeping me from experiencing pure joy. I understand "contempt prior to investigation". I understand it because I've done it, especially recently the past few years or so. I did it with my sister's new husband. I did it with my ex's new wife.

Hell, I've even done it with Gentleman Jack. And MYSELF.

I am so convinced that I'm right about certain things that I'm not allowing OTHER THINGS to show up.

These judgements don't make me happy. In fact, they keep me stuck right where I am. I end up rolling my eyes when my sister's new husband acts exactly the way I'd think he would. I shake my head when the ex's new wife does exactly what I'd expect. I want to run away when I see the limitations I put on GJ and I get downright mad when my own life seems small.

I don't want to be right about these things. I don't want to see limitations and frustrations. I can't change these people and make them be who I'd like them to be. I can't change the things that show up in my life. So what if they're not showing up the way I want them to. Isn't that my problem?

When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves....

Isn't that the truth of it all?

I give my power away by wanting things to be different than they are. I can, however, change the way I see these things. I can open myself up to a new perception and a new experience. I don't have to be right. It doesn't serve me. I can, instead, allow them, situations and other things to be who they are and love anyway.

Allow. There's that word again.

This isn't a new discovery, but one that keeps showing up in my life. I recently talked about it in January while watching a Marianne Williamson interview. I've written about it for years. I learned it while studying A Course in Miracles. I know that I can't change the world, but I can change my mind about it.

It all starts with me.

I can change my mind about myself, the limits I put on my time, my value, my existence in others' lives.

I recall, when I was going through my divorce, that yoga was so healing to me. One of the little healing mantra songs I was taught to sing came back into my mind recently:

I am the light of my soul
I am beautiful
I am bountiful
I am bliss
I am
I am

If I keep reminding myself of this, if I learn to be gentle with myself, if I can allow myself to show up however I am and love me anyway, I can do the same for others.

Don't you think?

Confessions from a Bad Blogger

2013-04-24T16:31:00.000-05:00

How on earth do I live my life sometimes?!

I'm fighting illness... again.

It's obvious to me that the running running running that my life has become takes its toll on me. That and the $*#& Texas weather that can't make up its mind. One day it's summer and the next day it's winter. We haven't even had spring yet.

The good news is that I've been able to keep up my good attitude. (And the crowd says YAY!)

The bad news is that I've been unable to keep up this blog. (And we all say BOOOO...)

Part of me wonders if I should keep the blog. After all, there are some weeks that go by that I barely get enough sleep much less time to write out how I feel about it. Then I wonder if anyone cares how I feel about it. I have been a blog reader for years and I know that when a blogger stops blogging, you wonder about them... and then you find another blogger to read. I get it. The interwebs are a lot fuller than they were when I first started this thing.

I do post pretty frequently to my Facebook page and I think that many of you follow me there or in real life. I feel blessed to call many of my tried and true readers... my tried and true friends now. Blogging did that for me.

Don't get me wrong, I still have the thousand thoughts a day that you all have known me to write about. I still analyze and notice things and feel inspired and question it all. I never got the chance to write about how I feel about the recent Boston Marathon tragedy or the West, TX tragedy right here in my backyard!

I haven't had a moment to share details of another great weekend with Gentleman Jack and how I keep noticing more and more that the way he loves me takes my breath away sometimes. Like one moment, over this weekend, when I caught a vision of myself in the mirror. I was a mess. Hair all strewn, no makeup, completely slouched out in sweats... and still, as I walked past him, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me hard. I love that he still doesn't understand me, that he'll even admit to being frightened by my free spirit and all-out-give-everything-completely-until-I-wear-myself-thin and completely-connected-to-the-Universe-so-much-that-overwhelming-pain-felt-by-someone-else-crumbles-me-into-tiny-pieces-and-a-million-tears way of being. He doesn't always get me but he keeps trying. God bless the guy. He doesn't give up on me EVER.

I haven't been able to write about my girls and how quickly they're growing up. How I long for their independence but want to hold them so close to me that time freezes altogether. How they're still so supportive and loving and share so much of their lives with me. How they, very nearly on a daily basis, tell me that I'm the best. mom. ever.

I haven't had time to tell you about the job. How I just threw, almost single-handedly, a really successful conference that had my boss high fiving me for a week after. (This is, of course, the reason I've not had time.) I haven't had a moment to process how they're going to work with me, in the fall when my daughter begins middle school - MIDDLE SCHOOL - so that I can be home when she gets home from school. How blessed am I?

I'm sorry that I've not kept you all up to date, if you're even stopping by to check anymore. Many of you came here to be inspired, to read about triathlons or long distance love or other daily inspirations, and I've not had a moment to share lately.

I will tell you that I will try to do more. I'm not aiming for the 6 blog posts a week that used to overwhelm many regular readers. My days are so much fuller now. And my thoughts... don't have an idle brain in which to settle and stew. Some things linger or stick like a thorn and I'm sure I'll still be sharing that here. If only to vent and process for myself.

For those of you still reading, thank you. If I could wrap my arms around you and give you a giant smooch, I would.

But I don't wanna get you sick.

*smooch*

It's safer that way.

Emotions and Feelings

2013-04-05T13:55:00.001-05:00

Emotions:

This would be me, reacting with shortness of breath, lots of cursing, heart beating faster, angry tears welling up in my eyes. Something a little like this:

But maybe more like this:

Feelings:

This would be me, coming down from the emotions and finally realizing the underlying unspoken thought behind my reaction. Sorta like this:

My ex-husband really upset me yesterday when he, once again, blew off an activity that my daughters were scheduled to do. It was his evening with the kids and he knew that this was scheduled. It was actually a text from my daughter that filled me in.

I texted him. No response.

I texted my daughter. She said they were already at he and his wife's house on the other side of town.

I. Lost. It.

I called him and calmly but sternly asked him why... since this activity was planned and PAID FOR BY ME.

His response was that his wife needed him home.

I can't even begin to explain my reaction - other than with the fab gifs above - but I will tell you that Gentleman Jack was surprised to hear my "passion" and "colorful vocabulary" in describing the situation.

It wasn't until later that evening that I was able to think clearly. I contemplated any other time I've reacted this strongly. Then it occurred to me that I have this deep-seeded belief about me and my daughters' relationship with my ex-husband.

I feel that we are an inconvenience to him.

And it's high time that I let him know. Because after all, my perception could be wrong.

Opening my Eyes to the Miracle of a Good Man

2013-04-01T16:42:00.001-05:00

I've just come off of a great weekend with Gentleman Jack. He's just so.... good.

I know it seems as if we've had our issues the past 6 months or so. And I won't lie, we have. As with any "issues" I have with anyone, however, I end up asking myself, "What's going on with me... that I'm allowing these things to trigger my fear?"

Little clarities have opened my eyes. Little messages I'm hearing and seeing that are allowing me to understand my fear. I'll cover more of that in another post. They're not all gone yet... those triggers are still there... but for now, I'm seeing him so sweetly and, as usual, my clear perception allows him to love me so much better.

In the meanwhile, I've mentioned in the past few posts about affirmations and A Course in Miracles. That study always grounds me. I've also been reading a book based on ACIM called May Cause Miracles by Gabrielle Bernstein.

Gabby is a long time student of A Course in Miracles... even though she's only early-thirty-something. I say that with love, of course, because most of the fellow students I know are all mid-40's and have dealt with divorce, addiction or some sort of "rock bottom" that lead them to seek for something better. Gabby was (un)fortunate enough to hit bottom in her early-to-mid twenties with drug addiction.

These days, she's sort of the hip, millennial version of Marianne Williamson with social media to back her up and get her message heard.

The book (based on the principles of ACIM, like Marianne Williamson's A Return to Love) is a structured 40-day workbook to help find, confront and release fears and learn to shift your thinking. This shift opens up your perspective to notice miracles already present in your life (i.e. a good man - so it's obviously working). It also allows more goodness to show up. It includes ideas for journaling, daily meditations (more also available on her website) and daily affirmations - as well as practical advice for keeping up your practice.

I've been reading this book for a couple of weeks now. As a Course student, I understand what she means - the goals, the vocabulary. As someone who hasn't read the Course, I can't imagine how easily it would be digested. It is difficult and sometimes frightening to look at what scares us. And yet, this book is burning up the charts and I already know so many who love it who haven't studied the Course before.

My only beef is the way it's written - when she suggests things like "run yourself a quiet bath, light candles, play soft music" - I have to giggle. The woman OBVIOUSLY doesn't have any children.

Heh.

I have an extra copy of the book. Leave me a comment below if you're interested and I'll randomly select someone as a winner!

And yes, this is a sponsored post. Kinda... as I was already reading it when I received a copy to giveaway on the blog.

When I love life, Life loves me back.

2013-03-26T14:31:00.001-05:00

I've really enjoyed getting back to my A Course in Miracles study. It's really nice to host an online group study from the comfort of my home office.

I'm also learning why I turned away from the path before. It's hard. It's easier to stay ignorant, lazy and resentful.

Except, it isn't.

Argh.

Just like eating the right foods or getting in some exercise at the end of a very long, exhausting day, it's hard... but the alternative definitely doesn't make life easier. I'm starting to believe that laziness is an addiction. Making choices not based in self-love... is an addiction. Allowing things to get to me... is an addiction. It's habitual and difficult to stop. So that's where I am. Trying to stop.

Rather trying to START AGAIN.

This entire year has been me trying to start the damn engine but I think I'm missing a few parts or need some parts replaced. The engine won't crank. I'm not giving up though. I have too many moments that take my breath away. Too many things that I'm recognizing with the help of a changed attitude.

It's really simple (a choice) but not easy.

So anyway....

Here are a few things I've seen lately that are inspiring me or spoke to me in some way. Maybe they'll inspire you too.

Looking inside is frightening for us all.

The Matrix was authored by students of A Course in Miracles.

Direct quote from the Course.

Karen Salmonsohn's Posters are always inspiring.

To be present and aware...

Allow.

Thanks to Gabby Bernstein's Spirit Junkie app.

Taking Refuge: Living beyond Longing

2013-03-13T13:18:00.000-05:00

Last night I attended a refuge ceremony for a friend who was taking her Tibetan Buddhist vows. It was a very emotional ceremony for me, as her friend. I've known her for several years and have watched her struggle with depression, faith and overall groundlessness.

As a matter of fact, that has been the gist of our discussions the past 4 years.

Groundlessness.

It is difficult to live in a world where all things, beings and feelings are temporary. The good is temporary... and that has been our biggest struggle. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. Or not trusting the good nature of those that seem to be anything but authentic.

The bad is temporary too. So our discussions have also been around reminding each other that "this too shall pass."

There have also been discussions about our judgements of things as "good" or "bad". What do we know, after all? What seems "bad" now may be the best thing that has happened to us. We only know our present state and our past experience. Sadly, our past experience projects fear on to our present state, leaving us cloudy, at best.

Like I said. Groundless.

To watch her take vows accepting her groundlessness... was breathtaking. To listen as she has decided to:

Accept her current situation and be gentle with herself in mind, body and spirit
Accept others as they are and be gentle with them (non-blaming)
Stop looking for answers in the temporary but instead allow it to be simply that
Take refuge in a daily practice and teachings of an enlightened being
Confirm that the only real "ground" is acceptance of the present Now

As I watched her and felt the energy of pure joy in the room, I started to think about my own "refuge". February was a very difficult month for me. I've lived in a state of overwhelmed since starting my job last summer. I've not been gentle with myself, except for here and there. I've pushed myself to be better, to expect more, to go further.... all the while, forgetting to nurture, to be patient, to accept and allow.

Any sort of change is like an identity shift. I longed for things to be different and then they were. Now I long to find comfort in this different life. The irony is that I'm not finding comfort in the moment. I'm ever looking forward, longing, or looking back, wishing.

My refuge was nurturing myself and I've not done that as a daily practice. I get started and then I fall off. One of the ways that I felt most nurtured was studying and teaching A Course in Miracles for 3 years. I'm considering starting an online weekly Google Hangout study group. Possibly on Thursday evenings. If you're interested in studying with me, send me an email.

I feel as if I am on the edge of something very powerful and last night's ceremony made me very aware of my resistance. I am disconnected. I have been taking refuge in fear, anger, desire and want. Thank you for being patient with me as I start again to turn things around.

Join me?

Alone

2013-03-03T13:53:00.000-06:00

Ahhhh.... it's my first weekend alone since my unfortunately interrupted weekend away. Maybe it sounds like I held a grudge for so long about that weekend not being what I expected. And you'd be correct. I cherish my alone time just. that. much.

This weekend has been a weekend of LAY-ZEE.

Both yesterday and today, I've stayed in my bed until almost 10 am. I enjoyed a little *ahem* self-lovin'... because I could! No kids around. No place to be. I meditated. Meditated AND masturbated. Both good for me!

I got in some time on my bike. I did some yoga. I went to the sauna. I treated myself to a movie at a theater AND a movie on my couch. I had lunch with my bestie, TNT. I took really REALLY long hot showers. Because I could.

For the rest of the day, my plan is to spend some time at the park with another friend and take the dog on a healthy 3 mile walk/run. (It's 70 degrees today. Why the hell not?!) Then I get to spend the evening with my girls.

I feel like I'm so available to everyone else all the time that I am extremely stingy about my time to myself. And yeah, maybe the things that I've done this weekend don't sound like much of anything. To me, though, they're everything. Time to recenter. Time to connect. Time to refocus.

Crucial.

I hope that your weekend is just as spectacular.

I Won't Give Up On Us

2013-02-25T21:13:00.001-06:00

Sometimes a little perspective is what we need. Right?

I have been reading into everything Gentleman Jack says or doesn't say/does or doesn't do since we had our falling out. Everytime he didn't say, "I love you" first, my heart would break. Then I'd just get mad. How dare he withhold love from me. I didn't do ANYTHING wrong!

In fact, I was still very angry that he took my weekend away. He made it all about him when all I wanted was some peace.

I knew he was depressed but I was also angry because his depression is due to circumstances that he put himself in. I felt like I was being punished for being kind or being angry. I couldn't win at all. I saw glimpses of the man I love at my grandfather's funeral but after I went back home, I felt like things were deteriorating. Quickly.

Even when I was with him last week, I kept hearing the following phrase in my head,

"What you feel the world is withholding from you, you are withholding from the world."

I read that somewhere years ago and it's shown up in several books that I've read since. It's no easy pill to swallow - you mean I'm to blame for this lack of love that I'm feeling?!? - but when you think about it, it creates amazing relief - you mean I have the power to change this?!

Indeed I did have the power but I kept blaming him. I couldn't get over my frustration, my irritation at being completely helpless, the fact that I was talking sense with someone who wasn't thinking clearly.

I kept looking for signs and listening for clues on how to let it go. Everything pointed me in the direction of nurturing myself (thanks y'all), but not only that. I also kept hearing that I should allow others their paths. I shouldn't act as though my path is so golden. It only works for me. That doesn't always mean it's right for someone else.

I kept blaming him for disregarding my feelings until I realized that it was actually ME who was disregarding my feelings by not sharing them with him. I kept them to myself so that I wouldn't damage things any further.

I also spent some time venting to a girlfriend. My goodness, us girls really need each other, don't we? She is the Gentleman Jack in her relationship. She helped me to understand a little better when she gave me the phrase she'd been hearing in her head:

"We only accept as much love as we think we deserve."

He didn't feel like he deserved much at all. I could finally see that.

That night, I realized I was coming down with a cold (as is my norm after an emotional trauma) so I took an antihistamine before bed. I typically don't take drugs because they affect me so easily. Sure enough, by the time GJ called me, I was completely out of it.

THAT is when I decided to share my feelings. THAT is when I pointed out how frustrated I was that he was still angry when I felt like I should be angry too.

I don't even recall what he said. I know he was even angrier because he thought I was trying to force him past his own anger. At least that's sort of what I recall.

Maybe talking to a depressed person is like talking to a drunk person. And maybe when I'm drugged up on antihistamines, I make the most sense to a depressed person.

All that I know is... after that night, something has shifted. I feel like we're back to our old selves again. He still needs to work on his stuff. And you all know I still need to work on mine. But it feels like the anger is gone.

I stopped withholding love and it feels like he did too.

Now, I want to wrap my arms around him in person again. We haven't made a plan as to when that will happen but I look forward to being with my man.

He needs to know that I'm not giving up. He may not feel like he deserves my love right now but I'm not going anywhere anytime soon.

Who Brings Baggage to a Funeral? This girl.

2013-02-21T15:38:00.001-06:00

When my first grandparent, my mother's father, died in 2004, I was very pregnant with my youngest daughter. I brought my toddler with me to his funeral and my husband stayed at home.

Less than a year later, my mother's mother died. Again, I attended with my children. In that short period of time, I'd given birth and my marriage was struggling. I'd also found out that during my grandfather's funeral, when I was pregnant, my husband was out on a date with his lover.

Two years later, my father died. I'd been separated from my husband for nearly 2 years and was falling in love with someone else. We'd planned a weekend away, my new love and I, but I had to back out due to my father's funeral. The day I returned home from the funeral, he broke up with me.

The most ironic part of that story was that my ex-husband attended my father's funeral and stood by my side. He doesn't like when I cry, so that was hard for him, but he was there. Despite it all, he was there.

Well, let's just say that I was subconsciously carrying all of this baggage as I went into this week preparing for my grandfather's funeral. My father's mother had passed nearly 4 years ago, right when I was starting to date Gentleman Jack. I recall sitting at her funeral, surrounded by family, and feeling supported by him too. I was hoping he'd be there for me, a few days ago, when I laid my last remaining grandparent to rest... but it appeared his depression would take precedence over my need for support.

***

When I arrived at GJ's house the night before the funeral, it was obvious that I wasn't welcome. All of the little things he does to make sure I'm comfortable and spoiled... weren't done. He didn't even greet me. His kids did. He just said hi.

Ok, point taken. He's pissed. Well I was pissed too.

Over the course of the evening, he invited me to sit with him. He didn't want to talk, he expressly shared, but he did want me near him. By the time we went to bed, I was "near him" but still felt very far away.

My nerves were shot. I'd been shaking uncontrollably and not sleeping well for 3 days at that point. Apparently, I was shaking all night. I also woke up at 3:30 am (the witching hour for panic attacks, in my experience). I tried to be quiet about it but I couldn't stop crying. He finally reached out to me and pulled me into his arms. Once there, the shakes stopped and I was able to sleep.

The next morning, I wasn't even sure if he was planning to attend the funeral. When I finally asked, he said, "I am here to support you, all day if you need me. You tell me what you need."

THAT'S the man I wanted to see.

And he did. He stood by me all day. After the funeral, he sat with me while I cried, reminisced and missed my grandfather. He took me and my daughters to lunch. He napped with me. He hugged me over and over. He didn't want me to go home. He held me close and kissed me goodbye.

But he's still not with me 100%. I can just tell.

And I'm still very baffled at his fragility. The fact that it was only 2 hours that I refused to respond to him, out of my own desire for peace, and in that time, he was convinced I'd given up on him, that my love was gone, that he was worthless and doomed.

As much as I'd love to grab him by the shoulders and shake the sense into him, he isn't seeing any sense. As much as I'd love to knock him in the head and convince him that my love isn't that shallow, he isn't hearing it. As much as I'd love to be not nearly as violent as those last two sentences and show him his beauty, his value, his greatness, if he isn't feeling it, all that I'm doing is making him feel worse for not living up to what I see in him.

I cannot win.

Everyone that I've shared this with (which isn't many) have all said the same thing. Your wonderfully supportive comments, emails and texts, have all said the same thing.

Take care of me.

As soon as I can get life back to some sort of normal, I will do better. I will not be so shaky. I will not be so exhausted. I'm starting with little things.... like just listening when he speaks instead of arguing. Arguing with a depressed person is like arguing with a drunk person. They absolutely aren't seeing clearly.

I'm still unsure about anything except:

That man loves me, desperately.

I love him.

We make each other lighter, smile more, feel treasured.

And this is not him.

Other than that, time will tell. If I don't take care of me, time will tell sooner than later.

I appreciate thoughts and prayers. I love you all so much.

T

A Depressed Man

2013-02-18T11:49:00.000-06:00

I saw this quote a few weeks ago and it struck a chord deep within me.

I feel like I see people suffering all over the place. Except for those who seem like they aren't. It's those that I'm envious of.

Somehow I'm caught in the middle of those who are suffering deeply, terribly, painfully and those who seemingly have it all figured out.

***

I'm still very resentful that my weekend away was sabotaged by life's reality. And part of that reality is a very depressed man in my life.

I wanted to be away, enjoying my time, without obligation. He made it all about him.

Yes, I know he felt like I "abandoned" him by being non-responsive. He felt as if he were struggling and I didn't care. In fact, I DID care but didn't feel emotionally capable of doing anything about it. I was trying to spare the peace I'd found in my retreat. I was trying to block everything out.

We finally talked last night and he is still very hurt and angry. He still feels as if it's easy for me to shut him out. I couldn't explain clearly enough for him to understand that EVERYONE AROUND ME DEPENDS ON ME... and I just needed a break. No intention to hurt him or anyone. No intention to ignore him because he hurt my feelings. No intention of spite. I just wanted to be left alone.

That scares him... that I want to be left alone. I tried to tell him that as much as I feel like I give, to everyone else, including him, I have to spare something for myself. Of course, he agrees with me and said that I could have very well asked him to offer me some distance, some peace. I did that and it broke him. Broke him down so much that he pulled down all reminders of me and very nearly threw them all into a fire pit.

He says that by the time I asked to be left alone, it was too late. He'd already been emotionally wrecked for hours. Why is it my fault that he's emotionally wrecked? I was only doing something for ME.

I'm tired. I have a funeral to attend. More driving to do. More people to hold up.

He keeps saying that he's not sure about us. I'm not sure either.

We love each other. We both know that we love each other desperately. But as long as he's reaching for me from a state of depression, and as long as every decision he makes is based on a depressed state of lack, of not being good enough, as long as he sees the road ahead as difficult and overwhelming and most likely not going to get any better, I feel like nothing I say or do is making a difference at all. I feel like what I think or do or say doesn't matter. Even though he feels like EVERYTHING I do or say matters, like it's the only good in his life at all.

It is a heavy weight to carry along with everything else. I really need him to help lighten the load. He is my best friend, my rock, my strong armed lover who adores me and tries so hard to do right by me. He wants to do better. He wants to do more. He wants it sooo much. And I can't do it for him. I can't do it. He knows that.

In looking over my blog archives, I see I wrote about his depression in late 2010. In that post, I wrote:

"He finally told me that I should always speak my mind, no matter if he agrees with me or not. He said I should always look out for myself first, no matter who doesn't agree with it."

It was the following week when he asked if we should take a break because he was so down.

I don't know what the answer is. If I'm in a relationship with a depressed person, it is going to affect me. The sad part of it is, I feel like every relationship I've been in has left me dealing with a depressed man. I don't think there are life manuals for this.

Maybe I should write one.

A Weekend Away

2013-02-16T19:52:00.001-06:00

I finally planned and took a weekend away, just me, joyously alone, to one of my favorite retreats. I'd asked several people if they'd like to join me, including Gentleman Jack, and no one was able to get away. Honestly, that was perfectly fine with me. I just put it out there because so many were questioning my need to escape alone.

Part of my co-dependency is feeling uneasy if the person I travel with isn't into the same things I'm into. I can say the same about concerts and movies. If I'm the only one excited about it, I'd much rather go alone. I actually have more of a blast that way. Believe it or not, I really enjoy my own company.

So I happily drove the distance listening to the radio stations I wanted to listen to. Listening to complete silence if I chose to. Talking to myself if I wanted. Taking long, slow deep breaths at the beauty of the landscapes.

Then the phone rang.

My grandfather, the last remaining paternal unit in my life, had passed away.

I felt sad but some relief knowing that he was finally joining his bride, who had passed almost 4 years ago. The difficult part was that I would have to tell my daughters. My daughters and their great-grandfather have grown close these past few years. They ADORE him and he can't get enough of them. It has been a pleasure to drive them back to Louisiana to spend time with him. They asked to spend time with him. And he always asked for them. I actually drove from GJ's house one weekend, back to Dallas to pick up the girls, and back to Louisiana - all in one day - just so they could have more time with him. This was 2 weeks ago when his health took a sudden downturn.

When we were last there, my children relished their moments with him. My oldest daughter just sat with him, her hand on his bed, with tears in her eyes. I knew they were going to be devastated when I told them he was gone.

In the meanwhile, I'm trying to enjoy my weekend alone, peaceful and full of fresh air, long walks, a few special treats (new wine, fudge, seafood dinner, hot tub on the deck). I know that I will go back to a storm of family drama. There are questions about the will and he and my grandmother's belongings. My dad's sister is the only remaining family and since my dad is gone, she has been handling things herself. My great-aunts are upset with her, they are talking about avoiding the funeral, getting lawyers....

Me? I just wanted a moment of peace, just a day, where I could meditate alongside a clear spring and be anonymous so that no one would ask anything of me.


Peace

I reached out to Gentleman Jack...

I think he wants to be there for me. He's been handling Papa's failing health and my emotions so well. But here we are, 2 weeks since we last saw each other, and I'm on a trip far away from him. It makes him nervous that I'm alone. I think it makes him nervous that I enjoy being alone. I just needed a small bit of support for me and my family and he took it the wrong way, said the wrong thing, hurt my feelings.

After speaking to him, my frustration at being a burden to anyone kicked in and I told him never mind. I'd figure something else out. I was so upset about it that I put my phone away. I don't want to talk. I don't want to discuss it. I don't want to feel like I'm putting anyone out.

That was 5 hours ago. He has completely blown my phone up with calls and texts. I've reassured him, let him know that I'm okay. I've told him that I just need to enjoy the rest of today. I need to relish in a nice evening. A MOMENT OF PEACE. He's not handling it well.

Sadly, I'm reminded of how Soldier felt so scared and lost when my focus shifted from him to burying my father. I attended my dad's funeral and lost a boyfriend in the same weekend.

I'm so frustrated. I've written about nothing but how busy my life is. How crazy I feel. How I long for stillness. Quiet. No responsibility.

I'm still sad that I have no father, no grandfathers... and the one man I want to lean on is losing it, afraid, unable to hold some faith for me. I don't want to reach out and help him to feel the love that I still have. This is when I need him to just know it. I don't have the strength to hold anyone up today. And I don't want to. If I'm being selfish, then... I am selfish.

This is why I wrote that I feel as if I can lean on or trust or depend on no one but myself.

All I wanted was a weekend away, alone, at peace.

Comparison is the thief of joy

2013-02-14T08:16:00.000-06:00

All in the spirit of clearing out the negative, I've realized that I've been pretty green for a while. Green as in envious. Envious as in downright resentful.

I have to remember that I'm an anomaly. Truly I am.

I do love fitness but I don't have the time to - nor is my body up to the task of - training for triathlons anymore. I see friends doing triathlons, runs, or cycling events and I feel lazy and sluggish. I see friends dedicate themselves to Crossfit, Barre, Turbo Fire, Insanity, P90X or even yoga and I feel jealous. Hell, I've said that I would work out for 30 minutes every day but can barely squeeze that in. My job has left me very little energy when added to the list of other things I actually do accomplish every day. I really have to cut myself a break and do what I can, when I can. I'm not in bad shape but I just may not live up to some sort of idealized version of what I could look like if I had the time. I just don't. I also have to remember that the people I know who are that dedicated to their fitness have either no children and/or a partner to help out. Again, I just don't.

I do love healthy eating but I can't even recall the last time I cooked a meal at home. A meal from scratch with healthy and fresh (not frozen) ingredients. I have recipes saved and lists of things I'd like to buy. But that also entails having the money to purchase the awesome foods that my body needs - especially since my doctor has banned wheat, dairy, potatoes and rice. I know that there are lots of other options but they're not as cheap as the already cooked chicken at the store and a quick, already store-made salad. And oh I'm so sick of salad. I feel like I'm doing a disservice to both my body and my children's bodies because I'm not offering the whole food sustenance that we deserve. I get home and throw something together while still in work clothes and achy feet in high heels. I just want to sit down and relax and have an healthy and wholesome meal like I see my friends post on Facebook and Instagram. I want to experiment. I want to try new things. I want to feel like I'm giving my body what it needs. I'm lucky to actually eat, half the time. So much to do... I need to just be more mindful when I do have to grab something fast. And I need to realize that I'm doing the best that I can.

I see so many couple friends with their spouses working out together, going out together, doing things together. Or even girlfriends with other friends. I don't feel like I have any really close friends right now. I have nothing to give, really. And if a friend does want to spend time with me, I'd rather say, "No thank you. This is one evening that I can actually sit at home and not do a damn thing. I'd really love the lazy, peace and quiet instead of trying to have a conversation where I don't feel like I'm complaining about how busy I am." I don't even want to hear someone else tell me about their day because I'll feel like it's something else I have to give my attention to. Even with Gentleman Jack, I have nothing to give at the end of the day. I don't even feel like talking. I just want to be still... and quiet. I'm so thankful that he understands, even if it does lead him to feel a bit disconnected from me.

I love my job. I have a totally kick ass job that many people envy. I even think I'm good at what I do (though I'm continually challenging myself to learn new things). Even still, between the time I'm at work and my commute to and from, it takes nearly 11 hours out of my day. To a person with a spouse, or a person with no children, maybe that wouldn't be a big deal, but I really want to be around more for my girls. I feel guilty that my job demands so much of me because I can't balance it out with the rest of my life. So many in my career are doing more events - networking, speaking, advancing their career - and I find I'm envious of that because I can't. I just can't always get a babysitter or be at certain things, sometimes twice or three times a week on top of working hours. I give all that I can and I need to learn to be happy with that. No matter what this career demands.

I feel like I'm fit... but not nearly as fit as others I know.

I feel like I'm healthy.... but not nearly as healthy as others I know.

I feel like I have a great man in my life... but I so rarely get to see him.

I feel like I have lots of friends... but I can't recall the last girls' night out I allowed myself to attend.

I love my job... but 11 hours + away is too much. I may have to find something else closer to home. My girls will only need me around more and more as they reach teen-hood.

I'm tired. So tired and so busy. This time in my life is like when I went back to college and all of my other friends were having babies or enjoying being single and I was married, trying to pay off debt, and working my ass off in school and work so that my life would be amazing.

I'm an anomaly because I'm not married or living with someone to help me. I don't have two incomes to help with the bills. There is no other adult around to help with the kids or housework. I have a few short weekends out of the month where I can spend time with the man I love. We don't get to work out together or pop out to dinner.... even when we do have time together. We have kids to take care of or not enough money to do anything.

I don't mean to bitch. Ok, yeah I do. Sometimes, life feels like it's beating me up. I know there are things I can do to change things.... and part of that is looking at what I DO have instead of what everyone else has.

I just needed to put it down on paper (or computer screen) and admit to myself that my comparisons to everyone else's lives only makes mine look lacking and less than. And that's just not the truth of things at all.

The truth is, there is no one else I know who's life is like mine. There is no one else I know who is doing what I'm doing, how I'm doing it. Who has the same expectations as I do. Who has the same situation as I do.

Comparison... just isn't helping things at all. Time to take a closer look at me, my life, who, what and where I want to be. The best, most grandest version of me that I can be... not an "almost" version of anyone else.

It's a work in progress.

Clearing Out of Old, Harmful Beliefs

2013-02-12T07:40:00.000-06:00

I started this post a few weeks ago and never finished it...

I mentioned a few posts back that I was in the process of "clearing things out". I believe that good is coming to us all the time. If we're not feeling it or sensing it, then we are not allowing it. Which basically means we're blocking it in some way. My goal, this year, is to continue clearing out the blocks to my awareness of love, good, and joy.

In the spirit of clearing things out, I am taking moments in my morning and evening to meditate and pray and listen. As things come to me, I acknowledge them and then release them for healing. I noticed, this past week, two deep beliefs that I've carried for some time:

I am always going to have to take care of myself.

And

I am not worth sacrificing for.

Now, these beliefs have "served" me in some way these past several years. After all, I felt as if I was very alone and frightened at the end of my marriage. Heck, even during my marriage, I came to the sad realization that I would always have to take care of myself... in all sorts of ways. I think my mom helped with that belief. She always stowed away money. She always told me that men were assholes and could't be trusted. When you hear that enough, I guess it becomes the voice you carry around into adulthood.

I am not worth sacrificing for. Yeah, that one comes from way back too. From wanting my boyfriend-then-husband to defend me to his parents. From having a husband who was gone all of the time. To dating a soldier who always hoped that I would move to wherever *his* career took him. Now I'm dating a man who claims to hate this town I live in. He says he will never - ever - consider moving here and of course, I'm not all that surprised because I carry this deep belief that even if he did, he'd resent me for it. After all, I'm not worth making any sort of sacrifice for.

I guess it's no surprise for me to say that I've not had a moment of free time to finish all of the posts in my head. This one though? This one has been sticking with me. Allow me to continue...

I find that I have difficulty understanding my worth when it comes to other people. Obviously I understand my OWN worth, when it comes to me. After all, I know that I can provide for myself and take care of myself and not really have to rely on anyone. But when someone tries to explain to me that they CAN be relied upon, that I can relax and allow them to nurture or care for me, I then fall back to my other core belief... and feel like no, no, I don't want to be a bother to anyone. I don't want anyone to resent that they have to give up something to care for or nurture me.

This is something I need to work on. Obviously.

They say awareness is the first step. Correct?

I may be sitting with this for a little while. Do you have any thoughts or insights on this? Do any of you feel like this? Is this more co-dependency talking?

I'm asking you, dear readers and fellow over-thinkers, to be my therapy as I clear out these cobwebs and allow some light in. (or is that too much?)

My Bed - The Stories it could tell...

2013-01-24T06:30:00.000-06:00

On Sunday morning, I woke up before Gentleman Jack. As usual, I rolled over and breathed in his manly scent. I smiled to myself, with such gratitude, for having him there. In my bed.

I rolled over to my back and other thoughts came to mind. The morning was quiet except for the sounds of his deep breathing and I recalled hearing my husband, in that same spot...

******

I recall buying this bed with my husband, being so excited to buy our very first bedroom set. We felt like such grownups. Finally. I recall nursing our daughter in the bed as well.

My mind then went dark. I can remember trying to sleep in the bed with my husband after our marriage was in distress. I remember feeling sick, having him next to me. I wanted him out. I remember how lonely the bed felt - this giant king bed - when I finally had it to myself.

I stayed on my side of the bed for months, never even pulling back the covers on "his" side. Then, one night, I moved to the middle of the bed and made it my own.

At some point, I realized that I needed to make space for another man in my life. I moved back over to my side again and imagined filling that spot with someone special.

Soldier came into my life but only occupied that spot a few times before he was deployed to Iraq for over a year. I can remember feeling safe enough to have him spend the night because my daughters were too small to see him still asleep under the covers before I took them to daycare.

I spent 15 months wishing a man would occupy that spot but it was instead filled with friends who'd spend the night to keep me company. And lovers. Women lovers. I remember one particular evening with a girlfriend that made me long for another man in my life. I needed a MAN in my bed. That spot was made for a man.

I remember Soldier coming home on R & R and sleeping in that spot. I remember the insane amount of out-of-control, out-of-body, and emotionally-disconnected sex we had. I wanted him to FILL that place in my bed... but all he did was lie in it. I felt even more alone and wanted my bed to myself again. I was reminded of how alone I felt at the end of my marriage.

We broke up in this bed. My heart was broken, right here where I'm typing this post.

Then there was my friend with benefits. My sweet now-best-male-friend who occupied that place for a few nights. He reminded me of the warmth and intimacy of sharing my bed with a man. He held me, reminded me that I was worth being loved.

But that side of the bed? Still wasn't filled.

I recall the night I cried, prayed like I left my own skin, that someone would understand me, love me for who I was in that very moment - no matter how screwed up I was. I prayed that prayer, right here. I felt invisible arms around me, right here.

Right here... I knew I would be okay again.

I remember feeling that safe, intimate, warm connection again the moment I was in GJ's arms. I remember, the first night he spent the night, and breathing him in. I remember feeling, finally, that the place in my bed was filled.

I knew my bed was now occupied by someone other than me.

******

Back in the moment again, I turned my body to him. He awoke enough to wrap his arms completely around me. I fit perfectly, tucked into the shape of his body. Feeling nothing but joy, I fell asleep again.

Lowering the Bitterness Flag; Raising the Flag of Surrender

2013-01-21T06:00:00.000-06:00

Being sick in a bed for a week will definitely put some things in perspective. Especially when I spent most of that time alone and unable to move without pain. I'm now a week past the illness and feeling much lighter.

I realize that I've been a victim of bitterness for some time now. I've fallen into some sort of resentfulness and no one I know is immune to it. That's simply just not how I want to live. I recall feeling the same way after my separation and divorce. It's easy to do. I also recall longing for some rescue from the depths that I'd allowed myself to fall. The best rescue, I found, was complete surrender.

That's when I really began searching, reading more, meditating more, breathing more. Do you know that when you are feeling angry or bitter, you literally hold your breath? It puts your entire body into panic mode. I'm trying to stay aware. Watch my thoughts. Listen for the mis-perceptions behind them. Move beyond them by surrendering to something bigger than me. Someone or Some Power who knows the order to the seeming chaos that drives my resentment.

I don't have a plan.

There are no marriage plans. No plan for a triathlon. Not even, really, a plan for my career. I've always felt better with a plan. To see others and their plans.... well... it's pissed me off the past several months. I couldn't hold it against them, however, because I know that I'm getting in my own way. I'm trying to control the uncontrollable.... even when I won't trust it. I'm too frightened to believe I know what's best for me anymore. I've been living in the past for too long. The future looks uncertain. I can sit and analyze and get angry and try to figure it out. Eventually, I'm tired and really frustrated. I forgot that I can't make a future happen. And when things were looking really bleak with Gentleman Jack, I realized just how little control I really had anyway.

That's when I knew I had to be aware. Stay present. Stay in the NOW. I have to surrender the past and not bring it into my future. I have to allow the future to be whatever it's going to be. I cannot be frightened.

All that I can do is look at the moment I am in, pray about it, breathe deeply and notice the good, the love, what I can be grateful for in that second. It's helping. I still have my moments but this... is... helping.

One of the sure ways I could tell?

Being around Gentleman Jack this weekend and all that we wanted to do was hold each other. Touch each other. Breathe each other. We would wrap up, a jumble of arms and legs, and fall completely into the moment of BEING with ourselves, our love, our skin, our heartbeats.

His presence in my life is an uplifting, pure touch of greatness... even despite the difficulties. And to know that we only have 2 weeks until we see each other again? Instead of the 4 or 5 weeks we were getting through (barely) for the past several months? It wasn't so hard to say goodbye. We have our lives but we have each other.

And it is so good.

My Deepest Prayer: A Return to Love

2013-01-10T13:51:00.000-06:00

To continue the theme from my last post... let's call it the "clearing of stuff"... I came down with the flu. I have to smile at the symbolism.

My homeopath had just recommended a remedy for how I've been feeling emotionally - as I described in last week's post. (For those interested in the natural medicine aspects of this blog, the remedy she suggested is Sepia.) The remedy fit me to a "T". A day after taking it, *BAM*, the flu.

Now as with anything else I do, my goal is to find the darkness and shine light on it, clear it out. Homeopathy works the same way. If you've been pushing down an emotion, an ailment, allowing something to fester in your body, it will bring it to the surface to clear it out. Yoga does the same thing.

So, although it sucks to be stuck in bed for 3+ days, I feel as if I'm no longer pushing stuff down, but getting it out. *cough* So to speak...

***

I've also been praying. A LOT. Prayers filled with begging and tears. Prayers of desperation. Longing for understanding and clarity. I'm not sure I've prayed like this in some time.

In my prayers, I've asked for so much healing and light. For me. For all that I'm struggling with.

Today, while lying on the couch recovering, I turned to my DVR recordings of Oprah's Super Soul Sunday series. I found a recording of one of my favorite spiritual teachers, Marianne Williamson. The discussion was the 20th anniversary of one of the very first books I ever read on spirituality - written by Marianne: A Return to Love - A Reflection on the Principles of A Course in Miracles

I've quoted Marianne Williamson so much on this blog that she deserves her own label. As a matter of fact, I just created one. Click here to see how often she inspires me.

I don't know why I hear her... and it's like I've never heard her before... Everything she says sounds new and inspiring. Everything she says brings tears to my eyes and joy to my soul. She even made Oprah cry, right then and there in the interview, with her words. And I've seen Oprah interview loads of spiritual teachers without tears.

As I was watching, I began to add her inspired thoughts to my Facebook page. I typically do this as I'm reading or watching something uplifting and thought-provoking. Then I thought, "I need to blog this!"

A few thoughts:

For anyone who is disturbing to your natural state of peace, pray for their happiness, every day, for 30 days. One of two shifts will happen: either they will behave differently or their behavior will not affect you any more.

A Course in Miracles says our greatest power to change the world is to change our minds about the world. Minds are joined. There is nowhere that you end and they begin.

Beautiful. And although it seems challenging, Marianne advises, "Yet it's easy to sit with anger and toxicity and bitterness? That's easier?!" It's easier to bless than blame...but not immediately.

The principle of divine compensation: the greatness, the love, the highest creative possibility of who you could ever wish to be, is held in trust for you until you are ready to receive it. You can block it all day, every day, but it never goes away. It may come to you in another way, somehow. It is always there for you. It waits, patiently, for your open heart.

She describes it as a "download from God"; an undeletable file called "God's will". But unless you're open to it, you won't recognize it. If you feel bitterness, you'll see "bitter" on your screen. Whatever is in your mind, which shows up as open-heart or closed-heart, is what you will notice in your life.

Dammit! I know this! This is why I'm eternally trying to clear the clouds to see the light! I know it's there! Why am I not feeling worthy of it?

"Everything that's happening is the perfect life lesson."

....which I think is part of the problem. There has been so much that I've been fighting and so much that I want to learn from. Still, I keep questioning, "Am I where I'm supposed to be?"

"A Course in Miracles says the goal of the curriculum is the attainment of inner peace."

The question, then, is... can I find peace in this moment? In every moment? Can I allow my emotions to be a reminder that I'm looking at life through the eyes of fear? Can I trust that there is love in every moment?

"I'm looking at those grey clouds and deciding that the sky is grey... rather than remembering that the sky is blue. Dear God, allow me to look at this differently."

And again.... the one that ALWAYS comes up in my life:

"Only what I am withholding is lacking in every situation."

That one is SOOOO hard for me. Yet, I witness its truth whenever I embrace it.

I saw my daughter going into a "it's not fair!" fit the other day and I quickly redirected her to help her sister with her homework. Within 10 minutes, they were both happy.

Helping someone else really does help us. It's just so difficult to remember when I or anyone is feeling the "woe is me" feeling.

I love how she sums up the Course:

"It's not written with the tone of (condescending finger point) 'You SHOULD..'! It's written with the tone of, 'Just thought you might like to know this is how it is. So whatcha gonna do, Marianne? Are you gonna hold on to anger? Are you gonna hold on to bitterness? Are you gonna hold on to grievances? Or are you going to remember these principles:
- Only what you are not giving can be lacking in any situation.
- I am only here to love.
- I am only here to forgive.'

I'd also like to add, from years of studying the Course, one of my favorite quotes:

"I am only here to be truly helpful. I am here to represent Him who sent me. I do not have to worry about what to say or what to do, because He Who sent me will direct me. I am content to be wherever He wishes, knowing He goes there with me. I will be healed as I let Him teach me to heal."

Marianne continues:

"What I've learned is that life has presented me with the perfect lessons to hone my spiritual muscles. The Course also says, 'It is not up to you what you learn. It is up to you whether you learn through joy or pain.'"

Juuust what I needed to hear right now. Still learning. Still clearing out the stuff.

One final thought:

Michaelangelo would say that when he would choose a piece of marble from a quarry, he imagined that God had already created the statue inside the marble. He said his job was to get rid of the excess marble.

"As with us, it is our job to get rid of the excess useless fear and thought-forms of the world that hide the light of the soul."

What else is there?

Thoughts to end 2012 and begin 2013

2013-01-05T12:45:00.000-06:00

I'm so ready to get back to some sort of normal routine. Even my trips to see Gentleman Jack haven't been normal. We went from 4 -5 weeks without seeing each other to 2 weeks together practically every day. It feels like an emotional roller coaster because I'm so sad, exhausted or feeling forced indifference when we're not together and then so happy and relaxed when we are.

I'd like to say that this will be a coherent post but I doubt it will be. I've started so many posts during the past 2 weeks that I've not finished. So many thoughts. So many feelings. I know I left you all hanging on Christmas day...

***

Here's one I typed on January 2:

After yet another not-so-positive encounter with the ex’s new wife – I swear that woman despises me – I left their house begging and praying for another way to look at things. I do realize that as long as I allow her actions, stare-downs, snide comments, and so forth to bother me, then I’m handing over my power to her. There has to be another way of dealing with it.

A friend mentioned that perhaps she’s like Tardar Sauce, the cat. She only looks grumpy. Ok, that’s a start.

Then this morning, I woke up to a note about Humor and Openness from Pema Chodron:

"Learning how to be kind to ourselves is important. When we look into our own hearts and begin to discover what is confused and what is brilliant, what is bitter and what is sweet, it isn’t just ourselves that we’re discovering. We’re discovering the universe. When we discover the buddha that we are, we realize that everything and everyone is Buddha. We discover that everything is awake, and everyone is awake. Everything and everyone is precious and whole and good. When we regard thoughts and emotions with humor and openness, that’s how we perceive the universe."

Ok, maybe I can work with that. Can I look at her actions and smile? Can I offer myself a break for taking her so seriously when there is nothing I’m doing to harm her in any way? Can I look at her and love her despite her fears, her jealousy, her spitefulness?

***

Yes, that's me. Still trying to find a way to accept the new wife but still struggling with thoughts of how I really feel about her. I really want to yell in her face. Yell and scream and cry the ugly cry. Then hug her until she breaks down all of the walls she's hiding behind.

That's kind of where I am with everything, right now. I'm feeling all sorts of feelings from anger and resentment, to goofy happiness, to frustration, to peaceful acceptance, to hope and faith for so much good, to fear of the worst. Of course, if you were around me in real life, all that you would see is me being me. Loving and kind and open and smiling... doing what I'm supposed to do.

But I AM very aware of the unstableness. It feels like an acute unsettling. I may be feeling lots of things but joy is missing. Something is lacking.

I'm aware of the depth of this and doing all that I normally do to nurture myself. I'm allowing myself whatever I'm feeling at the time - even if I have to cry in a quiet place, yell in the mirror, laugh with GJ over Skype or dance around the living room in completely happy silliness. I'm aware that the last time I felt this, my hormones were off pretty severely.

Of course, Gentleman Jack is picking up on all of this because he's so fucking intuitive. The man senses energy from miles away. It's so weird.... and lovely. And irritating.

He tries to assure me that perhaps something's going on with me hormonally, but then he chides himself on not taking my feelings at what they are. But then he feels more comfortable thinking there's an explanation other than, "She's not into our relationship anymore." Quite the contrary, actually, he is still so much good in my life. He frustrates the hell out of me too. I long for him and then I want to push him away. I'm tired from work, parenthood, domesticity, taking care of everything and everybody. Just tired. I long for respite. I long for the joy to come back. I long for SOMETHING.

My life is a blessing. I'm aware of all of the good. I'm accepting of where I am although it's a little frightening to feel so off. I feel as if I'm letting everyone down in some way because I'm not really all there. I'm not always able to feel joy for someone when they're feeling it. I'm not always able to feel disappointment for someone when they're feeling it. I'm disconnected, somehow.

The good news is that I can stand back and acknowledge these things instead of buying into them wholeheartedly. As Pema said above, I'm "discovering my own universe"... or at least the solar system I'm spinning in at the moment. I'm looking at it with humor and openness, as best as I can, in whatever moment I'm in.

GJ and I are getting back to our normal routines of only 2 weeks apart again. We're Skyping once a week - because seeing his face lights up my world.
My daughters come home tonight for the first time since Christmas Day. We'll be celebrating one of their birthdays this weekend and then back to school on Monday.
I'm taking a retreat, alone, next month to just be in nature. To breathe. To step outside of my life.
I'm paying attention to my thoughts and asking for a different way of thinking when they're harmful.
I'm watching the words that I say and rewording them, at least in my mind, to be the truth that I'd like them to be.
I'm nurturing my body with a detox after so much rich food and drink from the holidays. I'm riding my bike trainer, again, in the evenings because cycling makes me smile. I'm doing a yoga class with a friend, at least once a week.
I'm nurturing my soul by reading every night. I'm allowing myself the absence of the computer in the evenings after being on it all day long - even though that messes with my blog reading and writing. (Sorry.)
I'm acknowledging the random thoughts and beliefs that seem to be digging their way up to my conscious mind. I'm looking at them, asking myself if they're real or not.
I'm taking every moment of 2013 with as much gentleness as I can muster, to heal whatever needs healing.

I know me and I know that this darkness will dissipate and reveal a beautiful new light that was always there. I have to move all of the "stuff" out of the way. That's what I'm doing.

I hope your year brings light too.

Christmas: Single Mom. Long Distance Relationship.

2012-12-25T14:39:00.001-06:00

It's Christmas afternoon and it's snowing outside. What a gorgeous sight.

My house is quiet. Not a soul here except me and the pup. She's enjoying the new toys that Santa brought her.

Gentleman Jack and the boys left in a hurry earlier, as did several other house guests who were here for brunch. The ex came over and picked up my girls around the same time. The house quickly went from frenzied, jolly Christmas excitement to nothing but the sound of the crackling fire in my fireplace. We were all afraid the streets would ice over and no one would be able to drive safely. That's common in this area every year around this time.

It also stings to know that my ex's family is celebrating with him, our girls and his new wife. All of those people who loved me and said they miss me. They're all in town - a HUGE family - but I've not heard from any of them. Not a peep. It just doesn't seem right to be forgotten so easily.

I'm cleaning, sad and lonely. Christmas shouldn't end so quickly. I shouldn't have to be alone when I have two children and a man in my life.

But this is the life of a divorced, single mom with joint custody and a love affair with a man who lives 200 miles away.

***

I've wanted to write these past few weeks but have not had a single moment to myself. I guess I can use this quiet now. Now I can catch up.

My life has been busy. Work has been insane. Holiday parties and gatherings and so many things to prepare. I've done better at staying in touch with Gentleman Jack after he made note of my unavailability - even emotionally - since I began my new job in June. Then there was the ugliness of our last day together after Thanksgiving.

I've done what I can to reach out and let him know I'm thinking of him or that I love him. I'm still unsuccessful at knowing what's going on in his life lately. We spent another 4 weeks apart between Thanksgiving and Christmas so we could save money to spend this past weekend AND next weekend together. A Christmas with all 4 children. Our blended family Christmas. Plus my birthday and New Years too. We waited so long to have these days together.

Also?

It was another 4 weeks of me being too exhausted to talk too long at night, too busy during the day, and too brain-dead to recall what's going on in his life. In those 4 weeks, I've detected irritation at my disconnect with him. I'm trying.

But one quick snap during this weekend and we were back in my bedroom crying it out again.

He's scared about "us". He's not sure anymore. He says he misses me... we can't do 4 weeks apart anymore. We both agree. I try to tell him that I'm doing the best that I can. That I'm so tired, I'm putting in the hard work now so that I can be more independent in a job later. Logically, he understands and is supportive. Emotionally, he feels sad, worried, lonely. He's lost faith.

I cry and feel beaten down. I'm trying to do both but I'm getting lost in there too. I've not had a moment for fitness, barely any yoga, unable to cook, too much fast food, not enough planning, not enough money to plan. I'm broken, kicking my own ass to make sure everyone else has a piece of me but I don't. I'm getting left out.

We love each other and go on with our weekend. Things are good. We laugh a lot. The kids have a blast. We're loving, affectionate and enjoying each other like things are normal.

But then I awake at 5 a.m. in a panic. This is it, isn't it? We're not going to make it through 2013.

We're not going to make it.

I tell him I had a bad dream and that I'm afraid of losing him. "I'm not going anywhere, punkin." He reassures me and pulls me closer before dozing off again.

But I'm scared. Maybe we won't make it. Maybe this is it.

I don't know.

I really really don't know.

I'm trying.

Emotions. Gun Control. People Control. More Angels.

2012-12-15T12:09:00.001-06:00

Inhale, "Just".

Exhale, "This".

This was my mantra in today's yoga class. It was a tiny reminder to stay in the present moment, the only moment of which we have any control at all.

Or do we?

If you're as emotionally exhausted as I am, maybe you don't want to read anything else about the elementary school shootings in Connecticut anymore. Then again, if you know anything about the commentary on this blog, you'll know that I'm always seeking lessons, compassion and love in every situation. I hope to step outside of the utter rage, gut-wrenching sadness and helplessness we all feel.

***

Emotions.

No matter what I do, I can't help but feel the heaviness of the world. I've mentioned it before. When I feel something, it is felt deep to my core.

Upon hearing yesterday's news, I couldn't stop crying. The strangest part of all is that I felt the heaviness starting from the night before. I couldn't shake the sadness of, "What if something happened to my children?" as I tried to fall asleep that night.

In my despair yesterday morning, I reached out to GJ. I knew he was away from a computer, radio or TV and may not have heard the news. When I heard his voice, I knew that he'd just found out.

I also know him. He will do whatever it takes NOT to feel the low that I felt. It pains him too much so he redirects his attention. He started to suggest that I redirect too but then stopped himself.

"I know you. I know that you feel the world's pain. You are the most connected person I know. I also know that you know how to take care of yourself so I'm not going to tell you to try to feel better. You know what you need to do. I sometimes wonder, though, if you enjoy feeling the hurt. Maybe it makes you feel more alive."

I don't enjoy feeling like my heart has been shredded, no. But I do know that if I can process it, it will release. Otherwise, it grips me no matter what I do... and it'll show up elsewhere unless I address it head on.

***

Gun Control. People Control.

You know there's a suicide hotline, right? It's a place for people to call when they feel grief, frustration, rage, depression, abandoned and isolated. There are counselors there to listen and help. Attempting suicide is illegal. Did you know that?

I think that people want to take other lives for the same reasons they want to commit suicide. As a matter of fact, many will commit suicide after committing homicide. But there is no phone number for someone to call when they are considering homicide. And it's illegal too.

I heard countless psychologists talk about a "profile" of someone who would do the heinous act that took place yesterday. The "profile" fits most people. We've all had these feelings of rage or isolation, depression or anxiety, frustration or abandonment. Many of us aren't going to act on them. Or maybe we do, in our own passive aggressive ways. Cutting someone off in traffic. Stealing a parking spot. Looking the other way when someone needs help. Yelling at our kids. Refusing kindness because we feel like it's not been offered to us.

Some, however, will take the act even further because there has been no one who understands, no one who will listen, no one who will offer love that they recognize.

Haven't we all felt that way? Yet we make it so taboo to talk about those feelings, to admit to them, to empathize with someone else who feels them. Don't we all need a "rage hotline" sometimes?

Does this mean that we need to have stricter gun laws? I'm not sure. What I do know is when something is highly regulated or prohibited altogether, that doesn't mean it will stop anything. Ever heard of Prohibition? The War on Drugs?

Sadly, just as the shooter forced his way into the school yesterday, if someone wants something badly enough, they will find a way.

Case and point: The shooter's mother collected guns and they were easily accessible to him.... especially after he killed her.

Do we need to do some deep analysis on gun control and our mental health system together? I definitely think so.

Still...

Is it naive of me to wonder if we should notice the "loner", the one who's not like the others, the one who seems a bit off...? Like the stranger who reminded me to notice the homeless man at the train station. Maybe if we could see the Being in that person, a single ripple effect could change some things?

This is why A Course in Miracles says "every encounter is a holy encounter". Every encounter with another person offers us the chance to see the good in them, beyond the facade of our skin, clothing, or human actions. Every encounter affects you and the person you encounter. What are you leaving that person with? Love? Or a validation of their unworthiness?

***

More Angels

As a mother, my heart cannot bear the thoughts that I've had the past 24 hours. I can't imagine being a parent who sent their child to school - THEY SENT THEIR CHILD TO SCHOOL - such a normal every day thing.... only to have them not return. To have holidays...with presents left unopened.

My body carries the devastation of the families whose loved ones put their lives in front of the children's lives and made the sacrifice to save one, or more, little babies.... but lost.

I can't imagine having the job of being a first responder. Witnessing the devastation. As an EMT or coroner... what they must have seen! I can't imagine the helplessness of the teachers, the other students, the parents, the families, the school staff, the police, the hospitals, the town, the state... all of it... just too much. Oh God, it hurts me so badly.

But stepping back, I have to remind myself that we are all souls - ageless. Our spirits aren't children or young adults or humans who've lived any length of time. We are the same. We've felt the innocence of childhood and the madness of someone who can hurt.

I have to look at it all and find the angels among us. I have to see the good, the coming together, the compassion, the love, the chance to try again.

Or I can see that there are more angels to look over us, all of us, reminding us that maybe we can do something different next time.

Maybe we can remember what we can control, in all of this.

"Just."

"This."

I'd Have Been Married 20 Years This Month

2012-12-05T06:00:00.000-06:00

I realized the other day that this month, I would have been celebrating my 20th wedding anniversary, if my ex and I had remained married. When it occurred to me, I was mostly in awe that I could have been married that long. Because, I'm still too young to be married 20 years!

I mentioned it to a friend that afternoon who asked me, "Are you sad that you're not in that relationship anymore?"

I thought about her question sincerely because I did detect some mixed emotions when I recalled the date.

I don't believe I'm sad, per se. I mean, I certainly am happy that my ex-husband and I have an ongoing relationship, albeit challenged by his new wife. (Maybe one day, he'll grow a pair.) *ahem*

I believe it's good for our children to know we still do care about each other.

I think I'm wistful about that feeling of security. What I mean to say is that I knew what my life was going to be like.

I knew he'd be traveling every week and I'd be home with our children, working a part time job and longing for the career I'd long given up. I'd be suffering some sort of career identity crisis and trying to figure it out on my own.

We'd be eating a ton of food that wasn't good for me and I'd be struggling with my weight. I'd feel frumpy and disillusioned or else I'd have disconnected at some point to pursue something that he didn't think I should be pursuing. Like becoming a natural medicine doctor. Or a yoga teacher. I'd be trying to eat differently than the meals he'd cook. I'd be trying to find a spiritual path that suited me. He'd roll his eyes at me.

My sex life would be almost nil. I'd get groped when he was drinking and I'd be drinking too, so I'd be able to stand his drunken advances. The whiskey dick would be the worst. Just cum already. Shit.

Our daughters would be at my side at every moment they were home from school. After all, it was mostly us around the house because their daddy was gone all the time. Then, on the weekends when he'd be home, he'd want to watch sports on TV, drink, work around the kitchen or yard and disconnect completely. I'd feel like a single mom with a very reluctant dad.

We'd be struggling to get out of debt and I'd feel that it was my fault because I didn't have a full time job. Or I'd have a job but not really feel like I was bringing in anything to help us. And I'd still be in charge of our accounts even though he felt free to pull out money without checking with me to see if money was actually available.

I'd feel very lonely...

Yes, but at least I'd know what my life was going to be like! Instead of wondering what the uncertain, wide-open, chasm of possibilities were going to offer me in my future days!

The really sad part of this is that I just described what I remember about the last few years of our marriage. I know there was love and laughter. I know there was... but for some reason, I recall the parts other than that even stronger.

I guess he only recalls that too, if he recalls anything at all. When asked him if he realized our upcoming "anniversary" would have been 20 years, he said, no, he hadn't even thought about it. That stung a little, making me wonder if he remembered any of the good at all. I wondered that the last few years of our marriage too.

Maybe things would have changed. Maybe a corner would have been turned and I would have my romantic, lovable and hilarious partner back. The happy-go-lucky guy who made me laugh, made my favorite meals, encouraged me, listened to me and knew me. The man who loved to turn on music and dance with his daughters in his arms. I'm not sure. And maybe, that's what I miss.

I've had to figure a LOT out in these 6 1/2 years that I've been apart from my ex-spouse. And I would have had to figure it all out on my own, with or without him. I've honestly felt more supported being divorced from him than I was feeling the last few years of our marriage. That support has come in the way of friends, lovers, co-workers and time for my own self-reflections of what I want and whom I wish to be. I've also discovered a deep strength in myself that I know comes from the faith that helped me through our separation and divorce.

I've felt less lonely since my divorce than I felt while I was married. Isn't that ironic?

The point is that I was very unhappy. Being unhappy while with someone? Well, that just made things worse. I had to grow. I had to learn to love myself. I had to figure out what fit me, without judgement from someone else. I had to witness my co-dependence and learn to be aware. I had to do all of that and apparently, I couldn't do it while married to my ex.

I think 20+ year marriages have the same struggles and challenges. I think individually, they each go through the same things. It still takes strength to figure it out. Strength, stamina and, did I say stamina? Because a lifetime of marriage means you figure YOU out DESPITE what's happening in your marriage and you find a way to connect again. Over and over again.

It didn't work out that way for my husband and I. Maybe that makes me a little sad. For my daughters, mostly. And yeah, I guess for he and I too.

But knowing and loving myself like I do now was worth it. Seeing how far we've all come makes me smile. Knowing that we're all happy... well there are no regrets there.

A Weekend of Holiday Cheer

2012-12-03T06:00:00.001-06:00

This weekend, my daughters and I crammed in as much Christmas goodness as we could. It was very enjoyable and I thought I'd share a little bit of what made me smile.

Saturday morning was Breakfast with Santa.

A neighbor invited us to join them for a free full-on breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausage, biscuits and gravy, oatmeal, fruit, coffee and juices. The event was at a local hospital and was offered to the hospital staff and their families. After the awesome breakfast, Santa was available for lap-sitting and photos. It made me smile to see my daughters in the jolly old man's lap telling them what sort of expensive electronic gifts they'd like ~~me to buy~~ him to bring them for Christmas.

My neighbor and I also posed for a photo with Santa. Let's just say he was a little grabby. Henceforth, we referred to him as Dirty Santa.

Heh.

After breakfast, we attended a local holiday festival and parade.

Something about men in kilts

Cool festive float

SANTA!

After the events of the morning, we went home to put up our own Christmas decorations. We set up the tree and decorated the inside of the house.

Every ornament tells a story

Little Christmas Village

Their giant snowglobe. They love this thing.

My very old nativity


You're singing the song now too, aren't you?

On Sunday, we completed the outdoor decorations after some yard work.


The kids changed out one of the white lights to red and named him Rudolph.

Lastly, the girls finished out the weekend by putting together a gingerbread house.


Sweet.

Next weekend they'll be with their dad and Christmas will sneak up on us fast. It's fun to celebrate the holidays with their help and through their eyes.

Here are some posts from Christmas past... 2007 - mourning my dad's passing, 2008 - mourning the breakup with Soldier, 2009 - feeling thankful for Gentleman Jack, 2010 - questioning the whole point of giving, 2011 - feeling grateful for my children.

It's interesting to see where I was mentally and emotionally. Still growing, learning more about myself, my strengths, my annoyances. Learning to let go of people in my life and allowing others back in.

I look forward to this holiday season with my girls and my man.

Have you decorated for the holidays yet?

What have you noticed about Christmas this year compared to years past?

Cracked Wide Open: Observations after my Last Post

2012-11-29T16:31:00.002-06:00

Thank you.

To all of you who commented, texted, emailed or in some way reached out to me after my last post.

I know it wasn't pretty. I know that I split myself open and shared part of me that was raw. The thing is, I've done that countless times on this blog... and no matter how much I do, somehow someone can relate to it. Thank you for letting me know you're out there. I'm astounded by you because in the middle of it, it's the loneliest feeling in the world. Have you felt that too?

I hope that my blood and guts and tears help someone else. It embarrasses me to share, yet the feeling that I learned from it, or you learned from it, or someone else learned from it - well that just encourages me to continue to be nothing more than completely, authentically honest.

***

After much reflection and moving past the cloud of PMS, I decided to attend A Course in Miracles study group on Monday night. It's always my go-to, especially when I've been cracked wide open.

The next day, I heard this loud enough in my head that I made a quote picture out of it:

ACIM reminds me to say, "So what."

I've made amends with Gentleman Jack and my children. They all know my sincerity.

GJ said to me, "My sweet girl, I know you could never hurt a single person. Your heart's too big for that."

My youngest daughter said, "Mommy, you always say you're sorry. I didn't worry that you wouldn't say it to (GJ) or us. I knew you would."

Yet, I continued to beat myself up for it. That Course book reminds me that, beyond the healing I could offer others, I should offer the same to myself. I've been working on that this week.

So what... that I screwed up and forgot how much he loves me. It was a momentary lapse of reason that could have gone even further if I'd not recognized what was happening.

So what... if fear got the better of me. It got the better of both of us and still we continue to love the very life out of each other.

So what... if I don't know what is going to happen. None of us do, do we?

Things to ponder.

***

A few times this week, my daughters have disagreed, fighting over one thing or another. I've noticed the mean reactions they have to each other.

Do you know what I've also noticed?

How quickly they're able to come back together and say, "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to say that."

It made me smile this week to see that they too have the courage to walk back in.

Maybe my rawness and honesty isn't such a scary thing after all. Maybe it is showing all of us in this house just how strong and brave we can be when we're vulnerable and loving.

Have a wonderful weekend, loves.

xxoo

Pardon me while I kick my own ass...

2012-11-25T23:51:00.000-06:00

It all started innocently enough. It always does, doesn't it?

Throw in a deadly combo of PMS, the last night of a wonderful week together and an incorrect assumption about exactly when I'd have to head back to Texas and all hell breaks loose.

I'd decided to leave a little earlier than usual because I needed to get some things done after being gone for a week. When I shared that information, during some heavy breathing spooning, well, let's just say the spooning stopped and so did the breathing. Aaannd, if I know anything from yoga, when the breathing stops, so does the clear thinking.

He reacted out of pure sadness and anger, saying something that I took as hurtful. He's good at snapping, processing and getting over something all in the realm of about 3 minutes flat. Me, on the other hand? Pfft. Not. So. Much.

I reacted to his single statement and the deep inner feeling of "I let someone down" and things only got worse from there.

Today was a continuation of my stubbornness and unwillingness to just let the damn thing go. I couldn't. It seemed like a culmination of much discontent lately. So many things... that I just wanted to get back to the comfort of MY house, MY space. He knew I was still upset. He knew none of the excuses to leave even earlier were true. He's good at figuring me out so he, of course, tried to stop me and talk some sense into me. I would have none of it. When he grew angry, again, I snapped and did something I never thought I'd do.

I left the room, told my girls to tell him goodbye because we were NEVER COMING BACK and loaded us up to leave.

He rushed to the door after the girls were loaded and told me that he couldn't believe I would do that to the kids, in front of the kids. What could I say? I had completely lost my mind at that point. I pushed him away and aimed for the door. Then there was the whole, "If you walk out that door, it's over" statement that I fully expected to hear. I didn't care. My heart was pounding in pure fight or flight and I wanted to get the hell away before I started throwing things.

I got in the car and backed to the end of the driveway, very nearly leaving the dog behind. When I looked back and saw complete shock and sadness in the eyes of my girls, mommy-mode kicked in. Suddenly, my thoughts were a little clearer. I put the car in park and went back inside.

That's when I saw something that will stay burned in my mind for some time.

He was on his bed, tears streaming down his face, already typing me a text message on his phone. He was deflated. He'd lost faith in me, in himself, in our relationship. He looked at me and said he'd never forgive me for leaving with the girls like that. He said, "How could you ever take away my girls from me?"

He wanted me to go ahead and leave. He said he wasn't sure anymore. I was completely, utterly broken.

I brought the girls back inside, promising them I'd do whatever it took to work things through with him.

More intense, heated discussions took place, as you'd imagine. I said I would stay until he opened back up to me. I apologized profusely. We talked about us, the kids, life, past relationships, pain, frustrations, jobs, moving, not moving. Finally, after about an hour he softened, "I understand why you ran away. It was fear. Fear of the unknown. Well, I'm scared of that too, baby." Then he took me in his arms.

I'm devastated that his ex-wife got something from him that I'll never get: the promise to be together always. We don't have that because we don't know. Also, sadly, neither of us is that naive anymore. Too much experience and no idea what the future holds.

What do you do when there is no plan? I would advise anyone in a long distance relationship to make a plan but we don't have one. It seems impossible. What do you do?!

He made me dry my tears and go talk to my girls. He knew that I'd be honest and loving with them and they'd be fine. He also asked that I speak to his son who was witness to the whole thing. After a giant family snuggle, the kids all knew that everything was okay. The basic understanding to them was that leaving, after a week of bliss, was just really really tough. And that's at least most of the truth.

The drive home was even more processing for me... to the soundtrack of a million songs I could relate to. You ever notice that?

I know that I have been in a low lately. I'm recognizing this and again, I know what it takes to get out of it. But my question is WHY DO I GET SO LOW? I think much of this started when GJ noticed that I was so busy with my new job that I was not keeping him in the forefront if my mind anymore. But still, why do I let that, or what other people do or say, affect me so much?

Someone commented on a recent post that perhaps I was writing about Gentleman Jack. I was writing about many people close to me but yes, he does come to mind also. This single parent thing is no easy task for either of us.

I recognize that each of us is responsible for our own health, emotionally, mentally, physically, fiscally. I know that, intelligently, but I keep seeing lack of it everywhere. Then for some reason, I end up feeling like I'm supposed to do the saving. It doesn't seem fair that I should feel good if someone else isn't.

The truth is, we're both struggling in some way. But when I feel like I'm struggling less, I end up feeling guilty about it. Instead of continuing to take care of myself, I feel bad... and choose to let myself go instead. This doesn't help anyone, I know, and I've read a thousand books that tell me this. I do know it. I've written here before that I treat myself better when I'm single and this is why. I don't feel so bad about doing good FOR ME when I'm not in a relationship. I don't feel so selfish about it. I know it's not a selfish thing and yet.... *sigh*. Then, when I let myself go, I'm not a good mother, girlfriend or anything else for that matter. Suddenly I look for something else to hang on to. I over react. I don't think clearly. I take things personally. All in the name of look at me, I'm not doing so well either.

I AM NOT A MARTYR. Dear God please rid me of the codependency. I am aware and choose it no longer.

Relationships feel like so much work for me because I do this. I can't seem to find a balance of "me" versus "me and him". I don't like to let people down or disappoint. I don't want to be seen as selfish or any of these ugly things that I am. Also, a long distance relationship is fucking hard. Sometimes I wonder if I do self-sabotage or look for lack in our relationship because I get so tired of not knowing or trying to find that balance.

I'm home now and need some serious sleep. I'm physically and emotionally exhausted. Still, I needed to say goodnight and apologize to my man one last time.

We talked for a bit with him saying that I don't need to apologize anymore. Then he reached across the phone line to my heart and let me know that we were stronger than ever:

"I hated that you walked out the door like you did earlier. But the fact that you walked back in? That just showed me that you are stronger than you give yourself credit for. That was love, T. And our relationship is spectacular. Ours is one for the record books, baby."

A Rant on Infidelity, Gay Marriage and What People Do in the Bedroom

2012-11-15T09:29:00.001-06:00

So General Patraeus, who was the only general who could help get the United States out of Iraq, has now resigned and is publicly humiliated because he had an affair with his biographer.

People are asking, "How could he have done that?!"

Ya know, I dated a solider....and let me tell you something... sometimes they need something to hold them down when everything around them is blowing up. The man had a confidante, someone he trusted with his story. I could EASILY see how that could have lead to an affair. It's really not all that shocking to me.

I wrote of my own affair:

"I have learned this lesson about an affair. It is the darkness that fuels the fire. And if you decide to keep a secret from your spouse, even a little one, you will keep one a little bigger than that too. Then a little bit bigger. And even bigger. The line gets pushed further and further and soon you realize that you CAN keep secrets from your spouse. It becomes easier and easier. The next thing you know, you've gone so far that you can't even imagine how you got there."

The man was telling his story, sharing his life with someone who didn't live it with him. Someone who fell in love with the idea of who he was and he relished it. It's human nature to feel feelings when you're being cherished. He acted on it, yes. But it's also human nature to be weak. Now, we want to tear the guy down and have him resign from an office that he held pretty damn well just because he fucked around.

It reminds me of the whole gay marriage question. I know that's a huge leap but think about it:

People are so wrapped up in the fact that if you're gay then we don't want you serving in our military or we don't want you being CEO or teaching our children... because who you fuck matters with what you do for a living.

I'm sorry, I disagree. It doesn't matter who you fuck.

I mean, yeah, having an affair is stressful and will mess with your head. I know that from experience. But obviously it didn't affect the man, he did an awesome, honorable job. Just as anybody who's homosexual or lesbian or whatever in their private life.... it doesn't matter what they're doing in the bedroom, it doesn't mean it's going to affect what they're doing in the outside world. If they're not doing anything illegal, leave them alone.

And yes, from dating a soldier, I also know there's an honor thing. I know but still. Pfft. There's still a HUMAN thing too.

Am I saying having an affair is okay?

Hell no. I've been on every side of infidelity - EVERY side. I've been the cheater, the mistress, the one cheated on, the daughter of parents who both cheated, the friend, confidante and sibling of cheaters... No, it's not okay. But that doesn't mean that it's not going to happen. That doesn't mean that I think we can sit back and say, "SHAME ON YOU." That doesn't mean we don't all have our own crap or secrets that we are unwilling to share.

I think we need to keep our noses out of everyone's business because TRUST ME... the regular straight married couple you see living behind the white picket fence, with a cat and dog and 2.5 children? TRUST ME. There's some stuff going on there that they're not sharing. And that's okay! We all have it. I don't think their bedroom life matters if they can still do their jobs well, and represent their country well, and care about people and take care of things, I don't think it matters who they're fucking... or anything else they're doing to their body. (Don't even get me started on the government trying to get involved with women's - and not men's - reproductive rights.)

Let he who is sinless cast the first stone.

I'm just sayin'.

Passion and Mediocrity = Turn On and Turn Off

2012-11-11T19:38:00.000-06:00

When I see someone passionate about what they do.... when I see someone so passionate and focused on what they do.... when I see someone passionate, focused and good at what they do.... it is a turn on.

The other night I attended my friend's A Course in Miracles class. I've known D since 1989 and he's always seemed passionate about whatever I saw him doing. Like when we were in a band together for a year, his vocals, songwriting and stage presence was a turn on. Being around him when I first became introduced to the Course and other spiritual writings, and the hours of spiritual discussions... those discussions were a turn on.

Talking to D after the class the other night, I said that I felt bad about not being attentive to Gentleman Jack since I'm so focused on my job. That's when D looked right at me and said,

"I'm a little jealous too, T. You're doing something you're passionate about and you're making money at it. I wanted to make money as a rock star and that didn't happen. I wanted to make money teaching A Course in Miracles and that isn't happening. Like GJ, I'd like to make money fishing but that's not happening either. Both he and I have to do something we're not passionate about in order to make money and live. You're pretty fortunate."

It really stopped me in my tracks. I've always believed that if you do something you love, you'll never work a day in your life. And I've always believed that you should find something you love to do for work.

***

In my last post, I wrote:

Part of me wonders if I surround myself with people who hate themselves so that I feel better about myself. How's that for honesty?

I think I assume people hate themselves when they seem to be living dispassionate lives, say they want something else, but do nothing about it. I can't stand excuses, half-ass or mediocrity. That's a turn off. So when I see people go half-ass on something or seem to be "content-but-not-really" with some sort of mediocrity, it makes me crazy.

Surrounding myself with people who are okay with half-ass-ness doesn't make me feel better. In fact, it makes me feel pretty bad.

I'm a dreamer, a do-er, a don't-tell-me-it-can't-be-done-get-out-of-my-way-and-watch-me-make-it-happen kind of person. If I'm passionate about it, I'll do it - be a singer/songwriter and perform with my own band, do triathlons, get a college degree. I'll do it, impossibility be damned!

If I believe I'm only mediocre at it, however, I'll want to quit. I know it's my own fear that makes me want to quit or stop trying altogether. I get scared if I can't be damn good at something. It feels like failure. I'll make excuses to bow out or just stop trying at all. Then I get irritated when I make excuses... and I get irritated when I see others do it too.

I keep forgetting to give myself permission to suck at something for a while in order to get better at it.

I'm just not that gentle with myself. Or others either, apparently.

I have to give my absolute best to whatever I do. I'll at least try. So when others don't even try to change what is bothering them, I get annoyed. You can't keep making excuses and not even try. Don't do the same thing over and over and expect something different.

I like people around me who also put their best into what they do, who believe that nothing is impossible, who support my dream, their own dreams and inspire. And also, when I'm that focused I think I really need someone to pick up the slack because I do let other things slide. I didn't have that with triathlon...so maybe my running injury is part-psychosomatic. I was doing it alone, trying to do everything else and unable to really put as much time into it as it needed. I started resenting the hell out of it. I've now met someone who wants to run with me - she wants to get better at it - and it's making me want to try again.

When I'm not doing my best, when I'm making excuses or not trying, I notice that others are doing that too. I get judgmental of them... really judgmental of myself, right? When I'm slacking off and unable to do everything, I get pissed off that I HAVE to do everything. That's also when I get resentful of those who ARE doing their best and are motivated to make anything happen. Which may be why I feel that some people resent ME for trying so hard. Kind of a vicious cycle, no?

So the quandary is this:

Do I need to be able to do everything, including focusing on my body (fitness, diet, health), my house, my kids, my job, my boyfriend, my family, my friendships, in order to feel balanced and whole? Or do I need to learn to sit with the inability to do everything perfectly and be okay with that? Because when I'm okay with my own lack of balance, then I'll be okay with others' as well.

Right? Which one of those scenarios is true balance?

Not everyone is passionate about their job... and that's OK. Isn't it? Maybe they have something else that they do have passion for.

Not everyone is as hard on themselves as I am on myself... and that's OK. That's probably even good!

Still, watching someone live passionately to their full potential? That's a turn on, pure and simple.

When people lose the truth about themselves, when they forget that their dreams can come true if they just try and believe, when they don't recall that they're boundless, love-filled, spirit beings who are powerful and can do anything, much bigger than their body, much bigger than this world, when they limit themselves and what else could be possible ---- it turns me right off.

But that's nothing more than a reminder that I've forgotten the same thing about myself.

Isn't it?