Category Archives: Wrapping My Mind Around These Things…Or Trying To
The insomnia has returned. I cannot for the life of me sleep past 4.5 hours. I’m usually awake from anywhere between 2 am to 4 am. I don’t feel particularly anxious, but I can become so when I begin thinking about my financial future…which is uncertain…at this time. I can become even more anxious when I think of the possible financial outcomes of the divorce. Of course, anytime there is an interaction regarding the divorce (a hearing or prepping for a hearing, or a response from the opposing attorney because there is no communicating with my husband at all) my body goes into full on fight or flight mode. My hands start shaking. My heart races. I begin feeling anxious…very anxious. Read the rest of this entry →
Ever go into a business meeting or some social event and notice how many people are married? Now, I’m not exactly looking for Mr. Right. As each day passes, I become more and more convinced that the relationship/marriage boat sailed long ago and I was probably at the airport when it did. No. I’m not looking for someone to complete me. I’m not looking for a friend to benefit with. I’m not looking to get involved in any kind of romantic relationship at all. Not only that, but I live in a location that is billed as one of the worst places in this nation to be if you are a single woman. I’m not fooling myself. The odds for me to meet up with some decent guy I’m somewhat compatible with are slim. That I might have a romantic connection with the guy reduces the odds almost 100%. Even though I’m not looking,even though I don’t really care, there are times when I look around and I notice that all the men in the room are married. I then notice that most of the women in the room are married too…except for me…and maybe one or two others. Most of the time this doesn’t bother me. I like being single and being in a room of men who are married, especially if they are happily married, means I’m not going to get hit on at the company conference. I like that. It means I can actually have a conversation with these men that focuses on something meaningful that won’t necessarily lead to the bedroom.
I feel this way, most of the time, except for the meeting I attended tonight.
Ever notice how you can be sailing along in life and then, somehow, the silliest little thing trips you up? This is me tonight. Tripped up over the silliest little thing. Life is great. I’m making it through what has traditionally been the worst month of the year for me financially with money in the bank (not much, but it’s progress). I’ve got several new adventures coming up and I’m not swinging from one disaster to the next like I did the last five years of my life. So, you ask, what could the problem be now? Read the rest of this entry →
Bliss. What is it? Have you ever experienced it? If you have, how did it arrive? Did it come in the way you anticipated, or was it unexpected? Did it arrive in the anticipated manner, or did it sneak up on you? Imperceptibly. Silently. Until suddenly it was just there in all its joyous ecstasy, taking you by surprise, overwhelming you with the beauty of the emotion.
Sometimes life is surprising. Sometimes bliss just ebbs in like the tide rather that rushing in like a tsunami. No matter, it’s completely recognizable, no matter which entrance it chooses.
I entered the lunchroom at the office complex where I work yesterday. I was reveling in the fact that it was almost quitting time. One of my co-workers asked if she could turn on the news. That’s never a good sign. My interest and my ears immediately perked up, but a sense of dread began its tell-tale churning in my stomach. Read the rest of this entry →
Lately, I’ve read a great deal of people writing and exhorting things like this: You can be whatever you want to be. You can do whatever you want to do. You decide. If you don’t like your life the way it is now, make the necessary changes and create the life you desire.
Okay, seriously? This is 20-year-old thinking.
I mean, when I hear someone say that I am in complete control of my destiny and that any minute I can just unilaterally shelve everything and make a change (that works for me and me alone) then, well, I’m thinking this person is young, and so very optimistic (I do applaud this) and they do not have children.
So, let me dial it back about three decades for you.
I was one of those who believed exactly that: I was in charge of my future. I was in charge of my life. If I didn’t like something, then I could make decisions and change it on a moment’s notice. It could be the 7:30 am class I’d signed up for which I hated so I figured I’d change it, (I’m so not a morning person) or it could be the fact that I’d rather be living in the San Francisco Bay Area instead of the Pacific Northwest, or the Southwest, or the East Coast, take your pick. It could be any number of things. When I was younger (24+) and had no real obligations, there really was nothing holding me back. Nothing. I’m not kidding. I made great money as a 25-year-old. I was making bank and had no obligations. The few credit cards I had, I could pay off in full each month (gross amounts of money I wish I now had). In addition, I had time. I had time to regroup my losses. I had time to correct my errors and regain my losses (if there were any). I simply had time…or so I thought. But…we don’t ever really know how much time we have…and we are never an island unto ourselves.
The reality is, you can’t always make the decisions you’d like, because you aren’t always completely in control of your life, unless you are an island.
I know. That sounds blasphemous to many. Sorry, but it’s true. As much as I’d like to send it out to the universe that I am this or that…the reality is…what the reality is.
Think of it this way, if you are your own person and you have no obligations or commitments to others then, maybe, you can just up and do whatever you like whenever you want and, possibly, there really is nothing or no one holding you back. This is, at once, the best argument for remaining single forever and, at the same time, for leaving the single state as quickly as you can. I feel for you if you are in this place.
The reality is, that as life goes on, life becomes less and less about us and more and more about those we love and what is best for them.
For the average 25-year-old, there aren’t many people you have to consult to make decisions about your life. If you are lucky, your parents will support you in whatever adventure you take on. You also, if you are lucky (meaning you did what you needed to do to make sure you were employable at a better-than-minimum-wage rate) have an income that provides for your basic needs and allows you the ability to make some choices with your life. In addition, you have the golden opportunity that I call “TIME”. At 25, you have an entire lifetime ahead of you. If you make a bad choice, you have time to regroup and mitigate the losses. It’s a very different story when you are say, 50 or 60.
So, let’s consider the mantra of “What’s Holding You Back” (clearly a 20+-year-old perspective) from a more seasoned stance.
As a person well over 40, let me tell you “What’s Holding Me Back”:
- I would love to consider another career field. While it isn’t entirely impossible that I make the switch, the reality is that I am currently in a field where I am required to have at least a graduate degree. The cost of this for me: $46,000. I have about 15 years to pay this off while I try to feed and clothe my children on a salary that is a fraction of what most other professional people make. I can’t possibly consider taking out more loans for a career field switch, especially when the likelihood is that I cannot have these loans paid off before I retire in my current profession. It is wishful thinking to believe that I can completely jump ship on the professional field I’ve been in since 1985, and think I’m A.) going to be able to fund this life change, and B.) be able to pay off the debt in the time I have left to work. This is just not going to happen. The reality of economics and time hold me back here.
- I would love to sell everything I own, find a job in a BIG CITY (read San Francisco Bay Area or something really decadent back on the East Coast), but the reality is this: I have children. My children have friends and lives that I have to consider in every decision I make. I can’t just quit my job and move. I have to consider how that’s going to roll with the kids that the respective ex’s. (Yeah, I hate that part.)
The reality is, no one is completely in charge of their destiny. At 20, I might have had more freedom to make more choices. At a much older age, this is not the case. I now have children, ex’s, significant others, and employers to consider…and if you think considering the employer isn’t important consider this: I work in a career field where, if I move, I take a significant pay cut and I lose the security of knowing I have a job in years to come. I’m sorry, but I have children to feed, clothe, and hopefully prepare and send to college. Me, as a single mother of four, taking a pay cut, or even risking it, is so not an option.
So…what’s holding me back?
Really? You’re kidding me, right?
Because that’s the question a 20-something would pose.
What’s holding me back is my obligation to the other people in my life that I am responsible for and the reality is, I can’t just ditch that for something that works for me, but fails them. So, I remain in a place, that I like, but I don’t “LOVE” and I do a job that I love in a place that is, at times, troublesome and which makes me wonder if there isn’t something better elsewhere…yet…I endure it, not because I have no desire to change, but because it is best for those who depend upon me. All of this is holding me back from what I would personally love to be doing…if I had my druthers.
The reality is, I am responsible to others and for others, and it is no longer just about me. I cannot make these decisions in a vacuum, excluding their input or perspectives.
So, here’s what’s holding me back: It’s my decision to recognize that it isn’t always just about me and that sometimes, I must think of others before I think of myself, even if those choices aren’t ones I would choose in isolation.
What’s holding me back is my love for the other important people in my life versus me choosing to make life all about me and what works for just me.
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It’s now the end of the second week after The Gone BF and I parted ways. It’s been a week since he ran away to a distant land and started a new life there. The first week was unbearable, this week, surprisingly, not so bad. I think it really helped to force myself through my routines. It also helped to have friends and my son around to help. Realizing that all the drama merely reflected the immature character of The Gone BF, rather than my failure as a companion or person, moved me to a better place more quickly than I hoped. Not being in contact with TGBF also kept me from wallowing around in sadness; ending it quickly the few times he did contact me, proved to be an effective strategy. Work, as much as I dreaded it, going in, proved to be a blessing. It kept me busy and mentally focused on something other than my miserable situation.
In fact, by Wednesday I was sleeping better and drinking less. The bottle of gin I purchased, upon learning that TGBF couldn’t get away fast enough, is long gone, and has been replaced by a small bottle of cheap red wine that tastes so badly, I was forced to mix it with Sprite, just to get a glass of it down. I will finish the last glass of that wine tonight, and tomorrow, I exercise and drink only water. It is time to get serious about taking care of me.
By Thursday, not only was I feeling better, I was actually in a place where I could begin to feel hopeful about the future, and more accepting of the present. Today, some of my old contentment has returned: I look forward to coming home, I love my place, my kids, my work. I believe this feels like contentment. I feel no desire or need to rush out and replace TGBF, and I like being able to keep my home exactly the way I want it. I am even looking forward to the days to come. I’m beginning to look forward to fall, the cooler air, and the golden colors. It will continue to be my favorite time of year even though it was at this time that TGBF and I started dating. I’m making plans for the holidays and I’m not dreading it, even though this year at Christmas I won’t have any of my children. I’m planning to go visit friends and family elsewhere, and that will be my gift to me.
I’m alone these days, and it isn’t by my own choice. Even so, I don’t view my aloneness quite the same as the loneliness I experienced early on. This alone-ness is comforting, it is familiar, it does not mark me as an untouchable or a failure. It is my freedom. I really do not mind or dread this experience two weeks out. It is bearable. I can see hope from here.
Now, maybe you are one who dreads being alone. I’ve included a link to a video poem I love. It’s just as affirming now as it was two years ago before the TGBF entered the arena of my life. Enjoy!