Forgive me, Universe. It’s been many months since my last post. I lost track. I got scared. Who was reading you? Would they say something to me? What am I writing about? Why am I writing? I know, a cardinal sin for a writer to commit – questioning the purpose of words on a page.
So, I began an affair. I have been putting parts of myself out onto Facebook where I know there are people who love me. It’s easier in a comfort zone to be consistent about updates and sound-bites for status. There is a limit to characters on what anyone is doing or feeling or saying. A false freedom amidst conveniently confined posts.
All the while, backlogs of emotions, tirades, deeper meanings, hidden truths, soap-box rants, totally biased opinions and eviseratingly verbose releases have taken their toll on the previous deconstruction of my impenetrable great wall. The wall has subtly begun a phoenix-like rise among the disconnected pieces of my life.
This is not to say that my life is going badly or that it sucks. Quite the contrary – there are more wonderful things today than there ever have been:
- A loving family with two beautiful, healthy and intelligent children who continue to amaze me everyday.
- A marriage and relationship that continues to withstand the tests of time, monotony, and the daily grind.
- A new puppy!
- Enduring, evolving, reconnecting with old and finding new friendships.
- A career shift and definable boost in opportunity and growth.
- The most historical Presidential campaign and election many generations have ever seen! (Yeah!!)
Exciting stuff, right?! It is and I am truly more grateful than I have ever been.
Do you hear it?
Can you decipher the buried grumbling?
It’s not much, but it’s there – aching body parts, restless sleep, disproportionate reactions to relatively insignificant incidents, and selective bouts of the dreaded lack-n-worry combination.
“Will there be enough money for Christmas AND the new air conditioner we need for the house?”
“Why is my body doing that, now, after all I’ve done to try and repair it?”
“When will there ever be time to accomplish everything I am supposedly, supposed to to accomplish in one waking day? Nurturing and caring for the kids, being present with my husband, focusing on work, cleaning the house, walking the dog, spiritual ritual, give/receive love, dance class, swim practice, washing my car, Christmas shopping, balancing the checkbook, homework upkeep, keeping in touch with my friends and family, volunteering, grocery shopping, cooking, eating, participating in the democratic process, sleeping, exercising my body, resuming my theater career, being brutally honest with the universe, updating Facebook, developing the perfect haiku, and writing my ever existent, constantly neglected blog.”
Are there really, truly, honestly humans out there that actually DO all of these things and check off the day as a success without yelling, crying, screaming and/or whining? Seriously?! Where the hell are they? Can they show me a fool-proof way to get it done that doesn’t involve adding one more $^&@ing thing to the schedule? NO reading books or attending group therapy?! Forget the cliches, Nike slogans and fear-mongering! I won’t take drugs, toast away the blues, or hire a nanny/housekeeper/counselor/accountant/gigolo/spiritual adviser/handy man.
Dear Santa – How are you? I hope you have had a great year with the Mrs. and all your elfin companions. This is Kathleen. I am 41 years old this year and, by all accounts, have been very good. I have been honest and worked hard all year for myself and my family. I even got a promotion at work! Sometimes, I forget how great my life is and my feelings get hurt. And then, sometimes, when my feelings are hurt, I am not very nice to those that I love and cherish. I wish I didn’t do that. I wish I was happy all of the time and everyone knew it. So, this year, all I really want for Christmas is to TRULY BELIEVE I am whole, safe and loved. That is all – Wholeness, Safety and Love. Thanks, Santa – if anyone can get this for me, I know you can. ;o) Love, Kathleen
P.S. If you happen to have a really cool black leather designer handbag that perfectly fits my style and personality, I’ll take that, too…