Never Say Never
Many, many times in my life I have chosen to do something I said I'd never do. Recently I felt the tug. I said I'd never do something (eat oysters maybe?) and there it was. Now I have to. It's like I see the window I've closed and need to know what's out there. I know I said never, but what if I'm missing something?
* Never get married -check. Twice. First time didn't work out so good. I said never again, then did it the second time and got it right.
* Never live in L.A - check. I've been here 25 years and counting. I love it.
* Never own/drive car -check. I live in L.A.
* Never own a house-check. Twice.
* Never, well maybe never, have kids -check. Here I am with twins.
* Never live in "the valley"-check. Kids&home package deal.
* Never be a housewife/stay at home mom- check.
The list is long, both big and small decisions. Each time there was a reason, a draw, that let me excuse the foolishness of "never". I felt a need to pursue that direction.
Today I am questioning the intelligence of that. I have always (can I say always?) said I have no regrets.Who knows what would have happened if I had made different choices in my life. There would have been good and bad, just like the paths I have chosen. Either way it is what it is and I'm right with that. But today? Not so much. Today I feel a longing to know what would've happened if I had made decisions based upon something else, like what I DID want. The work I have done to support myself has been jobs I decided I wanted and pursued, successfully. Want ads have never been my thing. But jobs aren't life decisions. What would it be like to figure out what I want to do with my life and then go about making it happen? That sounds ridiculously simpleminded, but I really don't know where to start. I have no idea what I want right now. Who do I want to be when I grow up? She said at 50.
Friday, December 4, 2015
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
The extent to which you desire something is the extent to which
it can cause you pain. Or something like that. I went in search of the quote to
see who said it and couldn't find it. Maybe it's a truism. In any case, I
thought I got it. Wanting things is a trap. Cool. New clothes, a better
car, a bigger house, new toys..... Yeah. They'd be fine, but I don't find
myself attached to the desire.
Then I realized something
the other day. I do go around desperately desiring something. It's just not
material. I desire to feel differently than I feel, to be somebody
different than myself. I want to resolve things the way I believe they should
be resolved. I have a whole set of beliefs about what I should be like and I
desire desperately to be those ideas. The extent to which I desire is the
extent to which those things can cause me pain. How much of these non-material,
yet powerful, desires is responsible for my depression?
I often live, subtlety,
not owning my own being. Not feeling just what I feel, but always desiring to
feel better... happier? At least better than I am. Believing I should
think/feel the way I imagine others think/feel.
And yet when I do own
myself and my feelings, the sense of owning who I am is powerful. I feel strong
and confident and in touch with my intuition. Why is it so hard to stay there?
And the circle closes back. The desire to feel differently than I feel. Gotcha.
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
heart slamming against my chest
breathing hard
inhaling the scent of mud
navigating rocks and drop offs
winding switchbacks going forward and backward
music pounding in my ears
feeling the sun on my face and the breeze on my body
seeing fresh greens and whites and purples
I am learning to tolerate discomfort
while making space for pleasure
Thursday, January 15, 2015
I grow weary of the world
Sad and tired
The drama of conflict, big and small,
washes over me
I duck and wait to come up for air.
I want to feel the sunshine,
inhale the scent of fresh sage
and wonder at the shades of green
springing to life around me
without being required to follow anyone's rules
Or meet their expectations.
I want to know you,
not what you think you know or what you believe,
I want to know how the dirt feels under your feet,
What you hear in the wind
How your heart feels after the climb
And how far you can see from here
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
I've been monkeying with this page lately. I changed the style and the format. It's not what I want. It's messy and seems broken. But here I am again.
It's also time to get back to my kids and chores, after having sat here at the computer for a LONG time.
But I am here now.
For some reason.
I will trust that.
Who knows?
It's also time to get back to my kids and chores, after having sat here at the computer for a LONG time.
But I am here now.
For some reason.
I will trust that.
Who knows?
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