Friday night adventures with a Ninja; the Isbell/Shires experience (so much worth the wait, so much better the second time around); falling apart (and together again); late and lazy mornings; couch time afternoons; 10 year old’s in costume (that lobster, tho) and quality face paints; Sunday fun day football time (now, with more sushi!); using all those online dating experience powers for good; bonding with the ‘rents; tiny steps in the right direction; prank calls being good for something; women’s circles respites and reliefs (and post-circle debriefs); buffets in the bathroom and dorks in the bar; ¡Vamos Gigantes!; visits from miniature ponies and Mr. Slow-Groove gettin’ his hustle on; deeper connections and the relief that only honesty provides; good food (with better drinks); and looking forward to a sanctioned day in my jammies (with cats attached)… plus all the goodness up for grabs in the days ahead. The tricks AND the treats!
“For there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.” – Hamlet, William Shakespeare
I know it’s a new way of saying the same old stuff, but I’ve been pondering the separation of opinion from observation/experience. The possibility of observing something – a behavior, an event, etc. – without assigning an opinion to it. Is it possible to do that when it doesn’t affect you? What about if it DOES affect you, could you still observe the action/behavior/words/etc. and avoid categorizing it into “good” or “bad”, right or wrong? Is it possible to detach your emotional response? Here is where sitting with things comes in handy, rather than engaging from a secondary reactive emotional state. I’ve learned, from a lot of experience, that what crops up first in a heated/unfortunate/potentially upsetting situation is NOT what I want to have come out of my mouth. There is a huge benefit to giving things time to settle a bit, allowing the limbic system to revert back to rational thought as opposed to fight or flight-type stuff.
This past Friday night, Ninja and I went out to a beautiful dinner, and then to a concert. I’ve had those tickets for months, and never knew (until relatively recently) who I’d be taking with me; I just had to hope it would be a good person, and a different experience than the show I saw back in March (where I cried the entire time from what felt like a broken heart). And it was, both a great person and a much different experience. We had a wonderful time, or at least I did; N had a lot on his mind, but did a bang-up job of still managing to give the appearance of enjoying himself and being present with me instead of thinking about other things.
But on the way home, we got into a pretty difficult conversation about the future. His circumstances are completely up in the air right now, and there is a possibility he won’t be here much longer. (By “here” I mean in town, not like dead or alive; that sounded ominous!) It probably wasn’t the best time to be trying to talk about all that stuff, but it was obviously on his mind, and it was getting in the way of us being present and together, so out it came. And with it, the realization that as wonderful as things are, and as much as we enjoy (and love) each other, it may not last much longer.
Through it all, two things stuck out for me, and continue to drive my thoughts and response to the situation: one, we were both future-tripping, and starting to worry about/react to something that hasn’t even happened yet. Yes, it’s important to have all the information on the table, and it’s important to at least open up the conversation to where we’re at with it all. But there is no reason to try and make any decisions when the situation hasn’t fully arisen. And two, since no decisions have been made, nothing official has occurred, then it’s just as important to me to continue living as though nothing has changed. To continue spending time together as we would if none of this were an issue.
I think some people might turn tail and run from the uncertainty, and that’s fine, but really: how do you ever know what’s going to happen, or how things are going to turn out? Whenever you enter into something with someone else, it’s usually with the hope or assumption that it’s going to last, and that it’s going to work… but you just never know. I think people feel like they NEED a guarantee of some kind, a promise, to feel safe enough to get involved with someone else, and I get that. This just happens to be a situation where I can see what might cause the demise/dissolution of things, so I am being confronted with the temporary nature of life in a very real way. But why would that change how I feel or comport myself?
I am not afraid of getting hurt. What I’m afraid of is not living and loving with my whole heart, and of not giving him and this all I’ve got, for as long as we are together – whether it’s another month, or a year, or a lifetime.
I’ve also realized that people often approach life from different perspectives and values. I place the utmost value on my relationships (friends, family, romantic, etc.), and assume the rest of my life (job, home, etc.) will figure itself out (with some help from me, of course). If I meet someone with whom I click and it seems worthwhile to pursue, I do that, and that’s where my focus goes, even if my job isn’t what I wanted or I’m unhappy with where I’m living. Those things seem to be a lot easier to contend with than finding someone good and solid with whom to spend my time. But I understand that a lot of people feel the need to make sure the job and the home and the logistics are sorted out before they can focus on a relationship. That maybe they just assume the relationship thing will sort itself out; that there will always be another person to date. And that approach isn’t better or worse; it’s just different.
So, even though I was upset on Friday, and am a little sad (along with a lot of other, better feelings), I also know that I’ll/we’ll be okay, no matter what transpires. There is an underlying sense of feeling grounded and solid, and that’s what I return to. Noelle the wonder-therapist referred to that, the sense of calm, as emotional maturity… who knew?
On my way into Minneapolis last weekend, we were flying above the clouds. They were beautiful, fluffy, and thick; the sky, a gorgeous blue. It occurred to me that there were probably a lot of people on the ground who could only see the clouds, and who, perhaps, were hoping/wishing/needing for them to go away. Looking for clarity, and for warmth. And I found myself wanting to remind them – to remind myself – that it really is always there, waiting, on the other side of those cloudy skies.
Flight delays that turn out okay; long overdue hugs; Little T’s and doughnuts; weather that couldn’t be more perfect; the changing and falling of leaves; three of the sweetest girls; finding that perfect dress; comfortable company, easy laughter, kindred spirits; roller coasters after dark (and screaming so loud and so hard you almost barf); a 5:30am airport rendezvous, and then climbing back in bed; lazy days of football, snoozing, and soup on the stove; recounting your favorite parts; that hard goodbye that’s really just a “so long for now”; feeling the Chicago pull; coming home to pot roast and my favorite chef; traversing the obstacle course of life (brave and afraid, always and forever); finding that space between acceptance and action; blowing kisses, waving hi, and giving hugs and hearts; emotional maturity, I mean, damn; 2-for-1+laughter = 4(ouch); inexpensive car repairs; and a night I’ve looked forward to for months, finally showing up. It looks a whole lot better than I’d hoped.
Last night, around midnight, I was scared awake by my new neighbor pounding on my front door. Half-asleep, I shuffled through the living room and went to look out the peep-hole, only to remember that there isn’t one. Mind you, there are cracks/splits that have been painted over, and a pretty big gap at the bottom… just no peep-hole. So, hoping for the best and to not be murdered, I opened the door to see him standing there in nothing but shorts. Apparently, he’d locked his keys in his truck and his phone was dead; he’d been waiting on AAA for a long time, and needed to borrow my phone to call and find out the status. There are way too many questions about the whole situation (like, how did he get in his house without his keys, why didn’t he have a phone charger, etc.), but I just let him use my phone for a few awkward minutes, and that was it. It took a while to fall back asleep, but I eventually heard AAA show up, so at least there’s that.
All of that is just an anecdote to kick off something I’ve been thinking about lately – the closing and opening of doors, metaphorically/emotionally speaking. The peace that comes from closing a door – on a situation, a relationship, or a person who causes you some kind of grief – as well as the peace that comes as a result of the clarity, if you’re on the other side of it. Recognizing, too, when a door that’s open is actually meant for you, or if it was intended as an entry/exit door for someone else and you just happened to sneak in before it shut. And, finally, when it’s best to just leave closed doors closed.
I read something a while back on Captain Awkward, a response to a piece on Medium about “cutoff culture.” (There’s another really good response here, too.) The author of the original piece is completely unreasonable in his expectations for continued interaction and what he deems acceptable closure. He wants the ex to keep the door of communication open to make HIM feel better, and has managed to turn it all around to make her the enemy, when he’s the one who can’t/won’t just move the hell on and let it go.
That said, I have found that I feel much better about things when I give another person a definitive reason for ceasing contact, rather than just dropping out of their lives without a word. And of course, I’d much prefer that someone tell me why they’re no longer interested in pursuing something, or at the very least, tell me they’re not interested, since the reason, ultimately, doesn’t matter. If a person isn’t interested in going out again, or being my friend, or maintaining contact in whatever respect, that’s their decision, and their right; the “why” isn’t really my business, and doesn’t change anything. (Unless, of course, I did something awful to hurt the person/situation; then I’d like to know, so I can change, right?) But it’s not a right, no one is owed anything, and putting the onus on the other person for your healing and whatever isn’t appropriate.
I have no qualms about closing doors on relationships or people or situations that don’t work for me. Most of the time, I do feel like it’s the kind thing to do, to at least let the other person/people know that I’m doing it (if not the “why” behind it). And maybe that’s just a personal preference, knowing what it’s like to be on the receiving end of a sudden severance of contact, without warning. I realize it’s a courtesy, not a necessity, and a lot of people don’t feel the same way; I’d never demand it, or pursue the line of questioning. Ultimately, you have to be okay with the end result, and sometimes life is messy and ambiguous and you don’t always get the answer you want or the info you think you need in order to let go/move on.
So there’s that.
And then there are the doors that people leave open, whether to let a new person into their lives, or to let an existing person leave (with or without a foot in their ass to help them along). This is mostly just relationship-related, I suppose, and I don’t really have a whole lot to say about it, other than it has been really beneficial to me to recognize what sort of door I’ve walked through when it comes to another person. Earlier this year, I dated someone (3-4 dates) who appeared to have the door of “potential relationship” open based on how well we got along and interacted, only for him to break things off with the explanation that he’d never intended to meet anyone worthwhile on the dating sites. That his life was a mess. That he didn’t really know WHY he was on those sites, but it definitely wasn’t to meet someone to date, and apparently, I caught him by surprise. In the past, I’ve had the experience of dating people who appeared to have the door open for a committed relationship, only to discover that wasn’t the case. And there have been times where I entered into something, fully prepared to make a go of it, only to realize I wasn’t ready either, whether due to the situation, the timing, the person, or any number of reasons.
Some of the confusion can come from a lack of clear communication, but it also comes from a person not really knowing what it was they wanted/were ready for. I’ve been on both sides of that, of course, and it’s never easy to come to that conclusion. That you may have misled someone, thinking that door was open when it really wasn’t. I don’t know if there’s ever a way to avoid doing that, at some point in your life.
And then, there are the doors that have been closed, whether on a relationship, a friendship, a living situation, a job, what have you… and the wisdom in knowing when to keep those doors closed. I have a few people in my life with whom I miss being in touch. It occurs to me from time to time that maybe I should reach out, track them down, see how they’re doing, let them know I’m thinking of them… but then I realize/remember there’s a reason we haven’t talked in so long, and that it’s probably best to just let it go. It’s selfish, or it can be, to effect contact with someone (or attempt to) when there was hurt involved, and sometimes, things just don’t work out. And that’s okay. I’m all for maintaining friendships/contact whenever possible, but sometimes you just have to let go (and not try to latch on again).
At this point in my life, I’m pretty well-versed in the art of recognizing when doors need to be closed (and if/when they need to stay that way), and when I’m ready to open (or reopen) others. It’s not always easy, but it’s usually fairly simple and straightforward. You know, like sometimes when temperatures rise, wood will expand? Doors get hard to open/shut… but there’s always a handle. A lot of times, there’s a peephole to see what you’re getting into (ahem). And usually, there’s a lock if you need it.
Just be sure you don’t lose the key.
Long-overdue phone dates (Hey Girl!); bacon, egg & cheese biscuits with a side of Pod-loading; hang time, snack time, and scary haunted house time; proper introductions; much-needed hours (and hours) of football, fun, laughter, and a Gummy Bear or two (or six); Chipotle by candlelight (swoon); chicken biscuit salvation; surviving yet another fundraiser; Mother Nature holding her tempestuous tongue for the day; a safe and cozy place to hide from the storms; watching creepy movies (with an added real-life creeper for good measure); new neighbors without a Yorkie in sight; the return of sleepwalking, as long as I don’t leave the house; beer and boogie with Electric Six (I buy the drugs!); having nothing to worry about (for real); couch naps; late-night Alaskan shout-outs; and waking up early to pack my bags to make my way up North, for time with one of the best humans I’ve ever been blessed to know. And then some.
Tag team, back again…
- Today is the 14th. It’s the birthday of two old friends of mine from MN, both of whom have since passed away within 6 months of each other. It’s completely unrelated, except for the part where they both struggled with/battled addiction, and ultimately lost. I am still tender over both of them, and today is the day when I think about them most. Addiction is such a THING. I… I don’t know. I was telling someone the other day that there’s nothing much worse than looking back on the wreckage of your life and realizing it was all your doing. Watching people destroy themselves is really effing hard; watching them try to manage, try to control perception, try to convince themselves and everyone else that everything is okay… it’s just so much work. And destroying ourselves seems to go against our very nature: the desire to and instinct for survival. But then, maybe drugs and booze are just what people turn to in order to try and survive the pain of being alive. It’s just messy, and probably warrants a post all by itself. For now, I’ll just say that I miss ‘em both, and will continue to carry them in my heart.
- I remember the first time I found myself in the throes of shame and misery and all that stuff, and I finally took the plunge and shared the things running through my head and the things I’d done with a friend of mine. And I remember, just as well, how she laughed and told me she’d been there, that she got it. It was then that I realized I’d crossed over to trusting her. Trusting her to listen, to have my best interests at heart, to stick around and not run away screaming (or making fun of me) when I shared something big and scary. After a lifetime of not really being able to trust anyone to stick around or be consistent, this was pretty huge for me, and it’s helped guide my relationships since. Friendship or otherwise.
- That said, I’ve realized lately that there doesn’t have to be a catastrophic/dramatic event to get there with people. You know? Trust is not an immediate thing with me, by any stretch. I used to think I trusted everyone until they gave me reason not to; now I know that the opposite is true. Building solid trust takes time, and for someone as impatient as yours truly, this can be a pretty big hurdle. Right now, the new dude and I are about 2 months in, dating-wise, and we’re working our way through it all in fits and starts. We still have a great time together, and it’s still easy and fun and awesome. Things come up, questions are raised, a little crazy rears its head (or pulls into the driveway), and the result is a two-way street of me feeling safe enough to express concern or ask questions, and him being willing enough to walk and talk me through things, with care and kindness. He’s pretty thoughtful, and it gives me the space to sort through things. It also gives me enough room to see just how deeply I’ve allowed myself to be affected by spending time with untrustworthy, unreliable, and/or unpredictable people. It’s a little unsettling, but we’re figuring it out.
- Along those lines, I’m learning how to pick my battles and sort out whether or not something really matters in the grand scheme of things; if I have a legit cause for concern or if it’s based in old stuff; and ultimately, if it’s worth it to me to stress about something – or if I can just let it go and see how it turns out. Releasing my kung-fu grip on life, I suppose. But there are things that have come up in the last few weeks where, after some consideration, I just realized it wasn’t worth getting upset over, probably wasn’t even worth mentioning. And of course then I wonder if I’m just rolling over, or if I’m actually letting go and growing a little here and there.
- There is, of course, power in being powerless. Recognizing when I have absolutely no control over a person, place, situation, or whatever – and then opting not to respond to/worry about the outcome until it’s actually come to pass – is HUGE. Mind you, I still want to change things and make everyone and everything do what I want, when I want it, but if/when I can just let it all go and accept present moments as they are, and in fact treat them as though they were just what I wanted all along… hell yeah. Inserting distance between myself and situations, myself and other people, actually feels pretty good. Solid without going overboard.
- I started something a while back, at the suggestion of the wonder-therapist, and it has been WORKING. I’m not surprised, mind you, although I was absolutely dubious. I’ve been writing down the things that I’m worried about or afraid of, and then folding up the pieces of paper and putting them in a tin. It’s my Trouble Tin, and by writing down the fears and physically setting them aside, I somehow managed to grant myself and my brain something of a reprieve, and am able to move on, focus on work, stop feeling anxious or afraid… it’s kind of awesome.
- It’s also awesome to realize that there haven’t been too many things going in that box lately. Letting go = fewer fears.
- Some weeks ago, I recognized an old behavior that was trying to sneak its way through. Despite being strong, self-sufficient, and independent when I’m single, spending time with friends whenever I wanted or doing my own thing, for some reason I’ll start putting my life and plans and everything on hold when I start dating someone. You know, to make room for them (whether they ask for it or not). So, I’d stop being able to commit to plans with friends on the off-chance the boyfriend was going to want to hang out… you know. Crap like that. I have no idea where that started, or when. Why on earth would I ever think that putting my life on hold to make room for someone else was ever going to work out well? The reason people date you is for who you are when you meet, right? Having interests and activities other than the person you’re dating is pretty critical. For a lot of reasons. So it surprised me when I realized I’d been inching towards doing that with the current dude, and I was even more surprised when it sank in that I’d been doing that for years. As soon as I saw it all for what it was, I immediately raised up and made the conscious decision to get back to the business of being ME. I need to be happy and interested and interested and engaged and awesome whether there’s someone else around or not. I’ve got the “not” part down pat, now I just need to make sure I keep doing my own thing. Ninja is still dating other people, as far as I know, and he’s also working on building a life of his own here, which makes perfect sense. And that means there is no reason why my life shouldn’t be just as full, just as much of a priority. Fortunately, I nipped it pretty quick, but it’ll probably take some conscious adjustments for a while, just to be sure I’m tending to my own side of things. It’s possible to have a full life AND make room for someone, when the time comes. I was just never very good at balance, I suppose.
- I’ve been studying on impulse control, too. Or in some peoples’ cases, the complete lack thereof (er, not that I can relate AT ALL). What is it inside a person that makes them think it’s okay to do something, or say something, when it’s pretty obvious to the rest of the world that it’s conduct unbecoming, at best (and at worst, it’s borderline psychotic)? I mean, some of it could very well be attributed to mental illness, past trauma impacting current rational thought… stuff like that. But there are also plenty of people who do and say crazy things without giving it a second thought, and who allow themselves to be driven by faulty instinct. Those are the ones who interest me.
- There’s been a lot of crazy going on/revealing itself lately.
- Conversely, I’m just as interested in people who have the resolve and patience of… well, whomever or whatever has a lot of resolve and patience. Saints? I have a few friends who refuse to engage with people for the simple fact that it would give the person what they want, and these friends of mine have a vested interest in making sure that doesn’t happen. I LOVE THIS, and admire it to no end, because invariably I get sucked in by people trying to get a certain response or trying to control a situation. At least until I realize what’s going on and then I clam right up. But I’m working on learning to sit with things in that arena, too. There’s fun to be had with it, and I also loathe feeling like I’m being manipulated, for any reason, so all the more reason.
- Okay, I’m starting to get vague (and, you know, LONG-WINDED), so I’ll wrap this up by saying: I am pretty damn content these days. *happy sigh* Also, I cannot wait to travel up to MN this weekend to spend time with that friend from the second bullet point. She’s pretty much the best. I originally scheduled this trip for two reasons: to see her, and also to distract myself from something else that’s happening this weekend. But because of #3-5, that second reason is no longer valid. So… I WIN. <3
Breaking pizza spells with Angry Balls; Boyz II Men ABC BBD… and CBT; culinary reputation building across the miles; that Saturday night feast – I mean, damn; plus, the company fit for that feast; funny cats and awesome kids; juicing all the while; doing the time warp (again); maid Magenta; sage advice and wisdom; rapid onset illness and recovery; the quiet respite offering and construction avoidance; surprise arrivals; Lemmy gnomes; the Monday night football curl-up (now, with more soup!); plan cancellations and the freedom they afford; Bad Feminist; late night thunderstorms; getting to roll back over; raising up and taking it back; always having a choice (or three); long-time-no-sees (and the free drinks to go with ‘em); GFY gifs; surviving OSHA PAT; every single thing about last night; a latte start to a rainy day; emergency hair witch visits; and all that I have to look forward to. There’s just so much. <3