10.07.2012

bedrock & life

Rock, Boulder, Stone.
Immovable object.  Something you can lean on.  Stand on, climb on, moss grows on.  Shelters you. Protects you.  

i am so flat these days.  my small world has changed around me lately.  More likely it has been changing all along but i just didn't notice.  Not so sure where i fit in it anymore. Luckily life has given me a solid bedrock foundation, but still...my roles have changed, the hats i wear mean different things. I don't know where i am suppose to be or what i am supposed to be.  i need to make a list...
Missy Marie

  • still loves to laugh, play and prank
  • yard goods, embroidery floss, and patterns still excite me
  • books are still a passion
  • very loyal to those i care about
  • my taste in clothes are still leaning to towards prices i can't afford
  • still rather watch Disney than horror
  • still gentle and emotionally bruise too easily
but this doesn't help...i have questions that i don't know where to find answers to.

  • what is my place now?
  • what role to i play in this family/marriage/friendship?
  • how do i fit in his life now?  in their life?  in my own self?
  • if i am not sure i can be a good friend to even myself lately how do i change that to be a friend to those i love?
  • how can i rekindle a bonfire when i've been told it's nearly coals?
  • how do you live with past regrets and time you can't get back?
Grieving has brought out more than just sadness.  It reminds me more and more how much time i lost.  Time i can't get back.  regrets and failings.  This sadness will pass i know.  this is just a funk but it is shedding light on dark places.  i can't ignore how flat i feel, how lost i feel lately.  i wish i knew....is this the year of my midlife meltdown and everyone goes though this?  If the answer is yes, then someone out there better give me some coping skills before i ruin what is left of my life.  

9.10.2012

too tired to type

tired. but . i. can't. quit.  sigh.  bed, with a certain leg way elevated.  have to plan this adventure better...have to keep calling it an adventure.  An adventure to a cozy house with all the trapping of happiness. 

5.15.2012

choice

It all comes down to choice doesn't.  I either choose to or i choose not to, & ignoring it counts as well.  Sometimes i think i never really learn a lesson; hardheaded i guess.  Don't bottle shit up and put a cork on it! Gee-Whiz i've been here.  But it's what i do, i am a turtle.  ( the good news i know i win the race!!) I called someone the other day just to say hello and to hear her voice.  I needed to.  I missed them. It's been over 6 months since the last "hi how are you?"  From either one of us. Today i was nearby by and came with in a mile of stopped for a hug. KLove was on the radio talking about the stuff we go through & how God sees us through it all; how that in the end we are so much better for the journey.  It hit me like air escaping a balloon.  I can't say that.  I am through it, i think.  I am in a better place, but i am still bitter how i got here. If i could go back, sadly, i know i probably would.  I have never really gotten over the anger of being laid off.  For lots of reasons, i would have never left unless the economy hadn't crashed.  I was in the wrong department, but it is what i went back to school for. (paid a student loan for.)  I went there chasing a ghost, and while i realize i  would never find her, i was  happy. I was content.  I had friends.  I thought i was safe.  I saw myself (eventually maybe a different department) there in 20 years.  I had benefits.  I was real good at my job and was for the first time, part of a team. I was dependable and responsible.  I complained about some stuff, but honestly we all did, it's high stress and drama at a hospital.  Granted my health and pay are better now...but i just still haven't let go of the why-me aspect.  Part of me feels like i lost a family, maybe i just never let myself grieve that and say goodbye to it. I guess Kindergarten is wonderful and we would all love to go back some days but we can't, can we. I wonder if i am hindering my own growth and fostering my future melt down if i can't let 2010 go. The melt down is coming anyway but it would be nice to grow a bit from all this.  I do believe that while not all things are for a specific/divine reason, or even happened on purpose, if we allow it, good can come from it.  the trick is to stop and look for the good and work with ebb and flow of life instead of fighting it.  I think i have been so bitter & sore on this job subject that deep down below the surface, i haven't really looked at the good and saw if for was it can be.  I need to choose.  Ignoring this is choosing to embrace bitterness.  Letting go of something you loved is never easy. Kinda of like having a bad boyfriend, he may not be the best choice, but you still love him. Time to let myself stretch and grow.  I need to choose to let the past go away like echos down the hall.  (Kinda like we used to ignore that ghost on 3rds that messed with the elevators. )

2.20.2012

mud

Megan said the most profound thing to me this weekend as she held me. "Mom, it's ok to sit in the mud."  I instantly started bawling again because the reality of that statement just blew me away.  I have felt like i have been wading and trudging along in that mud for awhile now. Sometimes i get so tired.  I just never thought of just sitting down and resting.  Sunday during the main service i shut myself up in the prayer room for a bit hoping for some clarity.  Psalm 46:1-3 & 10, really the whole Psalm but what struck me when i opened up to it was verse 10, "Be still..."  Sit in the mud.  Dear James and the beginning of  his 4th chapter as well as more from the Psalms quenched my soul.  Sit in the mud.  Thank you Meg for letting me cry.  I know i will have to get back up and walk on but i think you might just be right.  how can i gain clarity and hear Daddy whisper in my soul if i am always huffing and puffing through life's swampy areas.  There is a time for everything, even resting & recuperating.  I have slipped up on all the reading i used to be doing.  It is a symptom or byproduct of frustration that has become now become the disease of not moving forward.  Attitudes can't change if i don't exercise them with healthy input. So i rest.  breathe deep.  i will move forward with cooling mud covering me & protecting me from stinging bugs of life (hopefully) for a bit.  This isn't going to change anything but i will help me move forward.  Life is just a series of landscapes, not sure what is ahead of the swamp but it's alright.  We will never have to go through these places alone.