see the hole

It is also easy to do what my ex-husband would do, believe that he was striving so very hard and others were reaping the successes and not him. I am glad for the example right now because it shows me the absurdity of that feeling. Of course it is easy to believe. But it sin't the truth. As I stated before, I instantly went back to a past when my world felt absolutely shattered. I also realised that I also had to confront all of the work that I thought all this time that I was doing to be better than that. to have 'gotten' over being sensitive and shattered and feeling like a victim and sorry for myself. But then again, I have always had a small compartment in my mind that believes that all I can do is shrink those feelings, never really get rid of them and the reason being....repeat above....if only this or that would work out....I could feel better about where I am going. All of this is exhausting. But it is also my belief. My life. My way of seeing through my eyes. I come to my online diary this morning because I want to make sense of all of this as much as I can. I only know that I just have to do something for myself here. Approaching issues in my life with old tools is not working. I think that getting these feeling out of my head...clearing the decks, is the way for me to go. Being at war with myself is a defeat. PART 3

the shovel

I decided that it went way back. Particularly when later in the evening, when the whole volanteerism was winding down, my friend changed the arrangements we had earlier that day. All of a sudden he was suggesting that my daughter get a lift with another colleague or with her friend who showed up about an hour after my tantrum. This about face was so startling that my daughter and I had a greater conversation about it. I discussed my tantrum with her, told her what I felt was going on with me and now ...this weird situation. After making me feel somehow in the wrong and telling me things like we are doing this for the project and yadda, yadda, yadda...he was very glib about changing up plans and not taking anyone else into consideration! He did apologise to me later, but it made me feel icky about it! I thought, here we go. I am beholden to another person here! Why are things this way? I had every reason to feel like that because this is the second volantary thing that I am doing when it would feel so much damn better if I were being paid! The spiralling was at the tip of my tongue or gut...I was a ball of trauma waiting to erupt, yet, as he dropped me home, I began to snap out of the sense of discomfort and confusion and then as I was getting into the house my mother made a comment to me that started out so wonderfully...she mentioned when I was in college and told me that she recalled me coming home for a weekend. I was feeling great hearing the recollection and then just like that, she punctured my baloon by saying fifteen, twenty pounds lighter! That stabbed at my heart so hard! I called up my daughter, she had arrived home and everything was good. I knew that she'd be fine, it was just that I do not take things for granted. Then, I got online because the same friend had sent some images to me from the volanteerism and I saw in full color those fifteen to twenty pounds of myself standing from the back and sides! It knocked the wind out of me. My baloon is in my gut and not my head! Lol. I can't do both. I can't feel both mentally and physically poor? That makes me laugh! I am crying and laughing! Today it was just a lot. I felt that my structure, sense of self, my confidence ...whatever makes me feel stable, was being rocked and crumbling. But, I also did not feel that I was somehow being annihialated because of it. Somehow, by gods grace, I intuited that I was also being moved to know something else. When I used the word trauma in connection with the exchange between my colleague/friend and I, I knew that it ran deeper than the moment. It took me back to when I didn't feel in any way in control of my life. I find myself stating many times, if only this or that had worked out...I would be feeling better about what I do next. PART 2

the year of digging

Remember the intervention I was part of on my birthday? Well it seems that I have now added some new discoveries to that awkward confrontation. But this time it came from me. Today I had a tantrum and it was a public one. I don't remember the last time that I had one, apart from when I was married. This was caused by overextending myself on the one hand. I walked into a conversation between two people, my daughter and a colleague/friend of many years. He and my daughter kid each other all the time. So the conversation that they were having involved a third party and my daughter was saying that she can't rely on her friends all the time. You see we were all volanteering at a place where getting others to help had proven to not work out. in fact as I write this, many people who are also involved in our ngo didn't show up or help either coming to think about it. Anyway,they were talking and I intervened because I had something to add. At first I was generalizing and then I was empathizing and then I was justifying. My friend said something about the person, my daughter's friend who had offered to show up, a number of statements, like...what kind of firneds do you have? My friends would never say that they are coming and not show up or call...to maybe she's left her house and is on her way and had some calamity happen to her. This is where things turned strange. I was suddenly called into the conversation by being told that I need to call her parents to find out if she is ok. My daughter had already made it very clear that her friend was being dropped by her father and was not coming on her own. But my friend kept insisting that I do something about it! He was so insistant that I began to feel pressured by it. He was not listening to my saying that her father was bringing her. Somehow I found myself stamping my feet and getting very irritated by the conversation. I ended up relenting, calling the parents....the friend of my daughter's had overslept, was absolutely safe at home and her mom agreed to have her come down and volanteer. I then decided to 'fix' the whole discourse by apologizing, stating that in the future I would handle the whole thing differently and still could not catch a break. This whole scenario sounds kind of silly, but in the moment it was furthest from silly and closest to a traumatic encounter for me. I had to take many steps back about what the hell is going on with me? My first thought was to defend my daughter's friend's absence. Then, I felt that my professionalism was being called into question! Then I felt sleep deprived and just weather worn...I had started the last two mornings getting up very early and doing two loads of laundry by hand because the washing machine isn't working and getting the repairman to fix it is turning into some sort of Kafkaesque drama! I realised that I am also very stressed and have no time to process all that is happening. But, I was not satisfied with thinking that that was all. I don't normally behave like that. Why was I feeling so peeved? So triggered? PART 1

recent bad mind turns good

Recently I agreed to do some work for someone based on another job that I am doing for the group that I am part of. I am being paid for it, so I assumed that the request was for something reasonable. NOTE TO SELF: Always ask about the job in every detailed form!!! I ASSumed that the document was a small one. It wasn't. It turned out to be a hundred page book! I did it for free! I didn't expect to, but here I was! Notwithstanding, the person asking was making all sorts of contorted faces about having no money etc,etc..anyway...yesterday, my mom and my daughter were tag teaming about what happened. They both were very concerned that I had found myself in that predicament and wanted to literally shake me. I felt the usual sense of embarressment and worthlessness begin to creep into my mind, then something interesting happened. I observed everything instead. I listened and I saw and felt how I was feeling. I was able to have a sort of outer body experience about the whole thing, and while there, I asked myself not only how I was feeling, but that the usual feeling was not one that I was choosing to accept today. Instead I asked myself how can I change this outcome in the future? How am I going to act the next time someone wants to get something free or for cheap from my expensive working ass! Lol!

Getting on with it

It is one of those things where after such a long time, and by this I mean decades of doing things with the play of common thoughts...you reach moments where the record shifts and changes its rhythm. You stop believing everything you think and thank god for that. You also stop considering anyone elses constant verbage that rhymes with garbage btw! Opening up thoughts to words like...suppose or what if is so excillerating!But one of the very big things learned this year came from a friend. He and another friend of mine met through me, and proceeded to have a good relationship. This went on until he pushed his luck with her goodwill. He literally pushed into her privacy and thought that his folksy nature could heal all ills. She was pissed and gave him the back the devil kneeds. (I think that that is the phrase?!) Anyway, she talked to me about him and he talked to me about her...and I was particularly not up to hearing any side! But nonetheless, there I was trying to appease them both.When he started going on and on, I realised something quite big. He was already past the situation. He had come to terms with the fact that they argued. He saw it as a tiff. I felt in my mind that she was taking it way further and feeling way angrier than he realised. I asked with trepidation...but suppose she doesn't want to make up with you? Suppose that this is it? He replied, nah, and if it is, I will always be ok with her. With that, I came to the most unexpected conclusion. So what? SO what is the big revelation? Yes, so what is a big, big deal! It is a big deal because I have always been of the persuasion that sometimes you can't go back. You can't blow something up and expect that it can come back together. It is not an unrealistic view. However, with his actions and words, I saw that sometimes when you blow up the bridge, it can blow up. it can slinter into a million pieces and you can be alright. It can be appropriate. It can be all that smoke and noise and then it can and does calm down and life hasn't ended. Waw! So many times when something that you hold on to inevitably breaks apart. It just does, and many times, it is the breaking apart that creates the growth that is so necessary for all involved.

stream of consciousness

Today I had a very important moment. It wasn't flashy, it was barely perceptable, but it encouraged in me to consider myself and my world in a way that I felt that it was very important to listen. My auntie and I had gone to the local grocery chain and then got back via the semi new driver taking us home. This driver had not taken us home before, and his car was quite rickety, so we both wondered what sort of drive we would get. He did however get us home safetly. On the way, I was taking in the view as usual. A large truch at one point was ahead of us, and he sensibly remained two vehicles behind. I thought about my morning. My critical anaysis of myself, deciding for the millionth time that I must change my diet and exercise routine. I reminded myself particularly to consider taking one day off for myself for that very reason. I heard myself, as I always do, but somehow this time, I was speaking to myself a bit differently, softer, gentler and with a certainty.I cannot describe it any other way. I wanted to stay in his car and listen to myself all day long. I was considering what I would do for my wellbeing. I was making plans that didn't feel stressful. I was guiding my mind along a path where I was just certain that every thought and decision made was not only going to happen, but already done and I was just enjoying the process. I had to come right to this page and write it all down. It was such a lovely moment that I deeply appreciated.

Almost

Sometimes there is so much to write and no idea where the writing shall lead. I have been taking a very long time on one of my freelance projects, but finally I am seeing some light at the end of the proverbial tunnel. I am back in the valley and missing my daughter so much, and she, me. But we chat every day, sometimes several times. Her dad tells her that he shall not be going back to Iraq, and plans to stay on the island until she ends high school. His intention is to then move to Canada, hoping that she will go with him. Meanwhile my plans are that I complete the book that I am doing, then another one begins right after. There are two other personal projects that I want to complete and of course there is the magazine to do. My daughter now has a travelling bug, so we want to do a bot of that too. As I write I feel a bit overwhelmed as it seems that the year is just racing by. Do I have time? I take the moment to breath out and know that I am doing all that I want to accomplish.