Looking in

Have you ever found yourself walking up to a circle of people talking and space is not made for you? So you are standing there facing the backs of others, hearing conversations you are not included in and wondering whether to awkwardly turn and walk away, or awkwardly interject on a conversation not meant for you?

I feel like I have been doing this a lot lately, and in more than just the scenario I brought up. It may just be my insecurities or overthinking. I was invited afterall, I was greeted warmly with hugs and smiles, but I never feel like I am totally in.

It is little hints here and there—whispers about an after party no one mentions to me, being asked to join a second photo after the one they wanted was already taken so i don’t feel left out, the ease at which everyone laughs and tells stories and talks the entire night. Groups I am welcome in, but not a part of entirely.

In the past, I would ruminate on this for hours and days and feel totally isolated from the world, even those I would call close friends. Now, I have healed enough that I am fine either way. I just don’t know if it will ever truly happen for me where I am one of the group, in the group text, the first to be invited, knowing all the inside jokes.

This is where I hope to be someday. And it is okay if I am not. I’m still there and I know people still love me. I just want to be looking out and not in.

Looking in

Consistent Upturn

I have been feeling it. That spark that starts small deep within and gets bigger and bigger until a strong flame emerges. I just keep feeding it with small weak kindling at first, then twigs, and finally I am throwing entire logs to keep the fire alive.

This is life now. I found happiness. I almost pause at saying that so as not to tempt God to take it away once more. It feels like this consistent upturn for me though, a mindset that is not going anywhere. And I embrace it.

It is interesting though, the timing at which this steady feeling of fulfillment and satisfaction has come into my life. I question really what I can attribute it to often. After all, I went through probably the second most traumatic loss of my life this last August. I also had to find a new job. My house was a mess. Nothing was pointing to a moment of happiness, let alone a whole season.

I believe that this is where the lesson and the truth is. Sometimes it is in the darkest of times that we can clearly see the light. We can decipher between something that is pretending to bring happiness and what truly does bring happiness. We know what direction we need to walk in.

I don’t feel like I have been in a storm and am now out of it. But perhaps that is exactly what has happened to me. When storms come and we don’t sway or falter, when our foundations are laid so strong and solid, when we are steadily growing in our good habits and our faith, we realize the storm raging outside of us isn’t getting in.

It has been stormy for months. Things are getting even more volatile with the transfer of my fiancé to a permanent facility. Yet our love and our bond, and my life’s endeavors, remain strong and safe inside.

Sometimes I open up that door just a crack and let the rain and the wind sweep in. I am reminded how warm and comforting it is inside of myself and inside of my love for others, and I go ahead and shut the door once again. It is a fleeting occurrence and nothing more.

Sometimes I feel like an imposter still. I feel like I am not qualified to weather this storm. I feel like I am not disciplined or simply just enough for all that I pile up on my plate.

My therapist suggested instead of feeling this way, I should reach out to people who know more than me so I can receive advice and answers and eliminate that fake feeling. So that is what I’ll do.

I never know how long the reprieve from depression will last. The brain has a good way of tricking you to believing you will feel whatever emotion you are having now, forever. But I do know that is never the case. Until then, I will be grateful for all the things I do have and like Blue October sang, “remain independently happy.”

Consistent Upturn

Content in the Chaos

Hello again! So I guess I took the summer off. Writing is an interesting thing to me. Sometimes there is nothing I can think that needs to be said, or at least nothing I think would be of interest to anyone. And other times, I can’t possibly end my day without writing everything that is bumbling up within me.

Tonight is one of those times. Looking into the window of my life right now might look like a contentious tornado has planted itself in the middle of everything and forgot to leave. Nevertheless, I think I am the most content in life than I have been in a very long time.

I began this year coming to a true epiphany about myself and what life is all about. All my life, I would become frustrated and overwhelmed at the reality that I could not do it all. I just couldn’t get it together. I tried to fix everything all at once and fail miserably. I tried to improve one thing and another would suffer. I might feel like a great parent one day, but be spiraling out of control in keeping my work life together. My house could be out of control, but my budget looked flawless. And the only thing I felt about myself was shame – for the parts I didn’t have it all together.

So many times my therapist gave me advice to just try to improve one thing for a while, then build and add another, and another. Tackle it “brick by brick” was a suggestion from my self help resources. I couldn’t even do that right.

So instead, I decided I would do something different. I would only concern myself with one thing, and let all the other things be what they were good or bad. I would have zero expectations about anything but that one thing. If I felt like switching to something new, then everything (including that one thing I was previously focused on) would fall into that “not my concern” bucket.

Feeling good or bad about myself was centered on that one thing. Some might say this is “celebrating the small victories.” I started with keeping my house clean. I did great, had a system, and stuck to it. For the several weeks I focused on cleaning, I felt GREAT about myself. I had other things that went well – in my career, in my friendships, parenting. But I didn’t put my basis of success on any of those things. Only on cleaning.

I took up boxing as the next “one thing” to exert effort in. And I felt really proud of myself there. I derived my joy from that, not cleaning, not budgeting, not parenting.

I focused on my career for a few months and received the best performance review of my life. Those days, whether my house was clean or my boxing was consistent, had no bearing on my self worth.

Last week, I had many stressful days at work. My house had returned to post-tornado status (my mom came to help do laundry thank God!). I hadn’t looked at my finances in weeks. And I missed every single boxing class. But my daughter had an incredible rap speech created to run for Student Council and we spent an hour one night solving a logic puzzle from her Gifted class. My son ran in his first Cross Country meet only two days after joining practice and succeeded in his two-hour acting class that week. Despite all the bad, I felt like I was a super parent. It is where my happiness sat and I often returned to it when anything bothered me.

I know I will never get it all together. And I know there is so much to be grateful for. But gratitude lists don’t help me much. What does is choosing to position my mindset in the space where I have it together, even if it is only for that hour, day, or week.

Tonight, I find my joy in a new relationship. It fuels me and gives me confidence in my life. It invaded my thoughts in the best way possible. It trumps all other worries or tasks or shortcomings.

I listened to a segment from Mel Robbins about how to practice visualization. You think about a goal, something you want to happen. You picture in your mind that thing happening. Not just that, but you know what you are wearing, what the weather is like, sounds of people around you, and the feel of what you are holding in your hands. You create a memory in your mind that never actually happened. In doing all this, you examine what emotions and thoughts you have. How you are overwhelmed with pride or joy or excitement, having accomplished this goal. In doing all this, your brain actually experiences it.

This is what I am doing, with the one thing going right. I am flooding all of my emotions, thoughts, and senses with that thing. But it is real, not imagined. There is not a place for emotions about anything else. So I can be content (or even better overjoyed) in the midst of seeming chaos. It isn’t manufactured positivity ignoring all the negativity. Because for that one thing, it is true.

Content in the Chaos

Summer Vacation

Did I jump the gun? Is it too early?

I guess I might have taken an abrupt hiatus from blogging. It wasn’t intentional, but also wasn’t aimlessly forgotten.

Today I read a post of someone who said she disappears a lot and she talked about how that was okay. I agree with her. It is okay sometimes to not have anything to share, to take in the world, to absorb what others give, and hold onto it for yourself.

I have held onto a lot in the last week or two. And really asked myself a lot of questions. May is Mental Health Awareness Month, along with several more specific “Weeks” and “Days” sprinkled throughout. In the past I would pour my heart out in FB posts and urge awareness and stigma-destruction. This year, I needed to absorb it all.

I needed to see if the world was catching on. I wanted to believe that all our speaking out really meant something. And it is hard. It is not easy to see the impact of it all in the midst of growing mental illness crisis in our communities.

I ask myself, is this blog just here for me to produce mental health awareness? Or do I talk about the trivial things too, like the fact I joined a dating challenge this week? Does either mean anything?

I don’t intend to sound negative. I know there is meaning in any attempt to connect and relate with the world around me. It is just difficult for me to talk about seemingly menial things when there is so much to be said about the things that truly matter.

So when I get done with this mental vacation, we’ll see where I land. Til next time!

**oh and also, if you want to send me potential men to date, my DM’s are open LOL #challengehomework

Summer Vacation

This is Us

If you are following along, you may have noticed there was a missing post yesterday. While I aim to blog once a day, I recognize the need to always give myself grace. And there are just some days when nothing comes to mind and a post would really serve no true purpose. That is not to mean I will not ever post random ramblings, because I feel like that could happen.

I have been contemplating all the topics I could cover in my blog, and truly there is nothing off the table. For now though, this blog is the start of a conversation if you will. A way you get to know me in my entirety as a person. It might be a one-sided conversation for now and maybe for a long time, but I am okay with that too. So, I thought today I could introduce myself as the divorced mother of two.

I was married at the age of 21, had my first son at the age of almost 26 and my daughter at 30. And I was divorced at 34, 13 years after marrying. It always feels strange telling people that I was married for 13 years and have been divorced now for 5 years. I definitely don’t feel old enough to have that much life experience in a marriage. And people often are surprised as well, thinking the same.

Tonight I was watching the most recent episode of ‘This is Us’ (may be some slight spoilers if you need to wait to read the rest of this), and I loved what was said by Kate right after she and her first husband Toby signed their divorce papers (I warned you of the spoilers!). She told him “Just because our marriage ends, it doesn’t mean that our story ends. We were meant to be together, and now we are meant to be apart.”

I know this is a fictional dramatic, emotional television show meant to pull at our heartstrings and end up with everything and everyone exactly in the path they are meant to be. But I definitely feel like this part is my story. Believe me, I didn’t always see it that way. I, like Toby in the show, wasn’t sure I could ever see it that way. I might have had a great deal of hope and desperate longing to reach this point of mutual understanding and respect, but when it all was happening it was like an unreal night terror.

I know this isn’t every person’s story too. For some, healing doesn’t bring reconciliation. For others, safety of one’s physical and mental wellbeing requires distance. So why is it different for me? Luck. That’s it. I was going to say God’s protection and blessings, but that really isn’t right either. God doesn’t choose to protect my relationship with my former spouse and ignore others. It’s not that we are more enlightened as human beings, or better people. We just are lucky. We have two amazing children with two engaged parents who are now meant to be apart. We are better apart. And how weird is that?

Whenever I am on a first date and the man asks me, “So, why did you get divorced?” (btw, men should not be focusing on exes ever on a first date), I always respond, “We just couldn’t make decisions together anymore.” I guess I don’t know how else to explain it. It was more than that, obviously. But that is the most concrete reason I can come up with. Whenever any decision, big or tiny, we needed to make as a married couple came up, we found ourselves on opposite sides of the world. Compromise wasn’t even a possibility because any “give” from one person would “take” it all away from the other side.

However, today, I would say we do exceptionally well in making decisions. It really wasn’t about the decisions. It was about us, feeling free to be who we really were in our core. I couldn’t be who I was without feeling like I was infringing on his ability to be who he was, and vice versa. It took me learning exactly who that person was over several years to realize this, and to realize that we were meant to be, just not anymore.

I don’t think I will ever be the ex-wife who wears matching jerseys with my ex-husband and his wife or goes on joint Disney vacations with both families. I know they exist, but that is the exception. I am grateful that I am the ex-wife that can have a twenty-minute text conversation about what exactly we can do with our 8 year old daughter’s hair that gets so tangled we spend hours getting the knots out, or sending a sweet picture of our kids being silly just to share the moment. And that is what we have become. We had a great marriage for a time when we needed it, and now this is us.

And here you were, thinking you wouldn’t get a random ramblings post!!

This is Us