Passive aggressive...temper tantrums...detached from their own personal truths....
It's a hard thing to face. I went out with these men and had great affection for them and DID NOT listen to that inner voice that said CAUTION.
And the CAUTION sign wasn't about the kind of men they chose to be but about the kind of woman I was choosing to be...simply by being with them.
I was choosing to indulge their relationship "ideal" versus my own. By letting my own worthiness fall to the wayside, I fell victim to my lack of confidence. I fell victim to my own perceived inadequacies and I didn't stand firm in my convictions.
But each fall has subsequently been shorter, less painful and the healing came faster until no healing was required at all. Instead, I accepted my mistake, forgot about flagellation, and moved away and forward.
Facing the sunshine means not caring about my shadow anymore; it also means facing the storms and believing that I will emerge as a whole spirit.
I can be whole in spirit although my psyche became a bit tattered over the last decade. All those less than perfect parts of me can integrate now because I have learned that I can heal and those scars...they're just growth...not failure.
Whole
Spirit
Me
Monday, June 2, 2014
Friday, May 30, 2014
When do I get my body back postpartum?
My "mothering" skin is sloughing off faster each day.
The newly exposed ME is as appealing as a newborn...cute and ugly simultaneously.
When I think of how I'm growing, I think of the classic sci-fi icons of huge headed creatures with flailing limbs. Askew in body, brain expanding, and heart beating strongly as strength returns to all aspects of my being...I am an adult infant!
Surprise! It's a girl! And she's filled with EGO. It's all about me, me, me! ha ha
And that is the real surprise. My own progeny are moving on and I feel so greedy. I like throwing my arms wide open to the world and I like exposing this new skin of mine to the sun and I when I hug someone, it's just me to hug.
Therein lies the dilemma. For all the fun that greediness provides, I'm not made to hug myself solely. As sure as I am about who I am becoming, I am also sure that nurturing another/others is the main puzzle piece to my happiness.
I shall not lie fallow as a seed without food to grow. The egg is filled yolk and white for a reason....
The newly exposed ME is as appealing as a newborn...cute and ugly simultaneously.
When I think of how I'm growing, I think of the classic sci-fi icons of huge headed creatures with flailing limbs. Askew in body, brain expanding, and heart beating strongly as strength returns to all aspects of my being...I am an adult infant!
Surprise! It's a girl! And she's filled with EGO. It's all about me, me, me! ha ha
And that is the real surprise. My own progeny are moving on and I feel so greedy. I like throwing my arms wide open to the world and I like exposing this new skin of mine to the sun and I when I hug someone, it's just me to hug.
Therein lies the dilemma. For all the fun that greediness provides, I'm not made to hug myself solely. As sure as I am about who I am becoming, I am also sure that nurturing another/others is the main puzzle piece to my happiness.
I shall not lie fallow as a seed without food to grow. The egg is filled yolk and white for a reason....
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Life Force Transcendence
Maya Angelou's passing hurts.
Her writing and speaking evoked strong responses within me...hurtful and hopeful in the same heartbeat.
When walking us to the edge of a deep emotional well, she held our hand as we looked into the deep abyss of fears, hopes, and dreams.
I felt safe and loved within her words...darkness tinged with light...light tinged with the possibility of a storm....
Following her lead is an intoxicating possibility. All of our musings come from an autobiographical stance and she made the sharing of oneself wholly holy.
Maya
Her writing and speaking evoked strong responses within me...hurtful and hopeful in the same heartbeat.
When walking us to the edge of a deep emotional well, she held our hand as we looked into the deep abyss of fears, hopes, and dreams.
I felt safe and loved within her words...darkness tinged with light...light tinged with the possibility of a storm....
Following her lead is an intoxicating possibility. All of our musings come from an autobiographical stance and she made the sharing of oneself wholly holy.
Maya
Afternoon Nirvana
Checking over my shoulder
Wondering how I got here
Asking if it's too good to be true
Questioning my questions
Bemoaning my moans
Provoking, evoking a feeling or two
Resisting temptation
Tempting my patience
Patiently waiting for words to come through
Afternoon nirvana
Rainstorm protection
A something I've wanted and waited to do
Monday, May 26, 2014
Revisit
Looking at the titles of blog posts that were never completed: Quiet Anger, Doormat
I'm going with the positive summation that I did not complete these posts because I REFUSED to be addicted to my sad stories. In the social competition of "who's had it the worst," I think I could hold my own with the retelling of my suffering and I'm sure I could garner the sympathy of listeners with my heartfelt angst, but it's a poisonous addiction...the retelling of sadness.
After long term analysis, progressive therapists are finally embracing the concept that the dead horse of pain doesn't need to be beaten constantly for peace. It's important to note that the masses instinctively know this...we have holidays (Memorial Day) set aside for pain acknowledgement. We can't function effectively if we continue a cycle of painful memories.
The anniversaries of my previous life become easier to face; sharp stabbing memories become duller as I force them to remain on the periphery of my being. On this Memorial Day, I acknowledge their existence and pay homage to their lessons but I DELETE their ongoing influence. I live by exiting the swirling eddy of pain and instead embark upon a tributary taking me to a much larger pool of potential...a still deep water that gives me peace and tranquility and freedom to appreciate how far I have floated away from white rushing waters of pain....
I'm going with the positive summation that I did not complete these posts because I REFUSED to be addicted to my sad stories. In the social competition of "who's had it the worst," I think I could hold my own with the retelling of my suffering and I'm sure I could garner the sympathy of listeners with my heartfelt angst, but it's a poisonous addiction...the retelling of sadness.
After long term analysis, progressive therapists are finally embracing the concept that the dead horse of pain doesn't need to be beaten constantly for peace. It's important to note that the masses instinctively know this...we have holidays (Memorial Day) set aside for pain acknowledgement. We can't function effectively if we continue a cycle of painful memories.
The anniversaries of my previous life become easier to face; sharp stabbing memories become duller as I force them to remain on the periphery of my being. On this Memorial Day, I acknowledge their existence and pay homage to their lessons but I DELETE their ongoing influence. I live by exiting the swirling eddy of pain and instead embark upon a tributary taking me to a much larger pool of potential...a still deep water that gives me peace and tranquility and freedom to appreciate how far I have floated away from white rushing waters of pain....
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
ValYou
Values?
Core values. Succumbing to my research need, I thought it might be prescient to learn more about how our species values...values. Apparently, I haven't broached the topic with myself much...I came up empty handed other than the pat responses. Truth. Respect. Courage.
I found a lady who had written hers down and I suspect she knows they'll be copied. What else is the internet for except to provide fodder for copiers like me? And so, Claire Hodgson has a list and I'll start from there:
Core values. Succumbing to my research need, I thought it might be prescient to learn more about how our species values...values. Apparently, I haven't broached the topic with myself much...I came up empty handed other than the pat responses. Truth. Respect. Courage.
I found a lady who had written hers down and I suspect she knows they'll be copied. What else is the internet for except to provide fodder for copiers like me? And so, Claire Hodgson has a list and I'll start from there:
- Security
- Positive/fulfilling relationships with friends and family
- Contentment
- Peace
- Fun
- Laughter
- Loyalty
- Financial freedom
- Passion
- Simplicity
I agree with her when it comes to Security. Each day I wake up wondering if I can maintain my life as it is currently...my game plan for catastrophe is incomplete, thus "to live" this value of security, I have to face some unpleasant facts regarding health. To be continued....
Positive/fulfilling relationships with my family and friends is value met with fruition. I am content.
Contentment is a fluid concept in my life...I'm content until I'm bored and then I become inspired to shake apart the guise of contentment and move on to Excitement.
Fun in life for me equals discovery and that value keeps me waking up daily with hope.
Laughter is my second breath. It and carbon dioxide are twinsies in my world! ;-)
Loyalty has always been steadfast in my life. Without it, I could not have been married so long nor could I have successfully reared two children...I am loyal to their beings before my own. Mother sacrifice! haha May cause them a guilt trip! ha ha
Financial freedom must be researched and dissected so that I can maintain a sense of the first value, security.
Passion...to be considered....
Simplicity is valid only to the extent that minimalism can be explored for its own eccentricities.
These are Claire's core values. Many of them ring true for me and they provide a jumping off point...hopefully, it's not over a cliff of insecurity! hah
Positive/fulfilling relationships with my family and friends is value met with fruition. I am content.
Contentment is a fluid concept in my life...I'm content until I'm bored and then I become inspired to shake apart the guise of contentment and move on to Excitement.
Fun in life for me equals discovery and that value keeps me waking up daily with hope.
Laughter is my second breath. It and carbon dioxide are twinsies in my world! ;-)
Loyalty has always been steadfast in my life. Without it, I could not have been married so long nor could I have successfully reared two children...I am loyal to their beings before my own. Mother sacrifice! haha May cause them a guilt trip! ha ha
Financial freedom must be researched and dissected so that I can maintain a sense of the first value, security.
Passion...to be considered....
Simplicity is valid only to the extent that minimalism can be explored for its own eccentricities.
These are Claire's core values. Many of them ring true for me and they provide a jumping off point...hopefully, it's not over a cliff of insecurity! hah
Monday, April 14, 2014
Change
Feeling the aura of change in my life yet AGAIN takes up too much of my grey matter. My brain pummels itself in hopes to find contentment with change...it will not happen. There is little to feel contented about and yet, all of it is awash in excitement.
Although they tried, no one could convince me that I would go through many phases of acceptance when it came to divorce. For my own sanity, I convinced myself that the first six months of 2012 were part and parcel of my angst.
I wanted to begin and end the "project" of divorce in six months and move on with my life. Would that I could put all those individuals in a room so that I could acclaim, "You told me so!! You were right!!"
Acceptance of life after divorce as a roller coaster ride is upon me...I am holding on tight to the car and yet the ups and downs remind me that I'm just one bump away from catastrophe. Alone. Alone. And all alone....
It's also thrilling to crest the next rise and see a beautiful vista that I've never even imagined and just as a roller coast bursts into speed downhill, so too do I hurtle into that unknown vista.
It's the perfect time to embrace change and yet, I cringe again as I embark upon it. I will move by myself to another geographic arena...no husband, no children, and supported only by my friends who are enlisted to become my new family. I face my family's questions of "Why move? Is it safe? Don't you hate change? Who do you know? Who will be near to help you?"
They live in another state...both in distance and in mind...they have yet to realize that I'm alone now. The children will both be gone to their futures in August and so, too must I have go to my future.
So still the statue of motherhood,
So quiet our resilience,
We cannot alter ourselves without comment,
We cannot move from the pedestal....
Yet life moves around us and we're changed,
Away from our progeny,
Awaiting their return,
And our visage is altered by life's hand regardless.
As we are alone with it,
Our life as mother without a brood,
An aging nonetheless beautiful
And nonetheless changed.
Although they tried, no one could convince me that I would go through many phases of acceptance when it came to divorce. For my own sanity, I convinced myself that the first six months of 2012 were part and parcel of my angst.
I wanted to begin and end the "project" of divorce in six months and move on with my life. Would that I could put all those individuals in a room so that I could acclaim, "You told me so!! You were right!!"
Acceptance of life after divorce as a roller coaster ride is upon me...I am holding on tight to the car and yet the ups and downs remind me that I'm just one bump away from catastrophe. Alone. Alone. And all alone....
It's also thrilling to crest the next rise and see a beautiful vista that I've never even imagined and just as a roller coast bursts into speed downhill, so too do I hurtle into that unknown vista.
It's the perfect time to embrace change and yet, I cringe again as I embark upon it. I will move by myself to another geographic arena...no husband, no children, and supported only by my friends who are enlisted to become my new family. I face my family's questions of "Why move? Is it safe? Don't you hate change? Who do you know? Who will be near to help you?"
They live in another state...both in distance and in mind...they have yet to realize that I'm alone now. The children will both be gone to their futures in August and so, too must I have go to my future.
So still the statue of motherhood,
So quiet our resilience,
We cannot alter ourselves without comment,
We cannot move from the pedestal....
Yet life moves around us and we're changed,
Away from our progeny,
Awaiting their return,
And our visage is altered by life's hand regardless.
As we are alone with it,
Our life as mother without a brood,
An aging nonetheless beautiful
And nonetheless changed.
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