Saturday, May 29, 2010

Feeling like a part of me as died...


Tell me about yourself? When someone asks this question they are asking “Who are you?” Most people will tell you that they are a mother or father, they will tell you they are a carpenter, a school teacher, a software engineer, a wife or husband. Many may tell you that they are Jewish, Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, Hindu, agnostic, atheist, etc. Some may tell you they are a Viet Nam Vet or they belong to the NRA or Green Peace, etc. Often when we speak of who we are we use the roles that we fulfill in our life as a way to help someone understand who we are.

The roles we fill, our belief systems and our affiliations are a very big part of our life and when we identify with them in an attached way we come to believe these roles, beliefs and affiliations are who we are.

A couple of days ago, i met this man who came to were i worked at and of course had do idea of what my current situatio was, ironicly shared his story with me. Just like that. Out of the blue, this man came into my life to leave me a messege that was going to somehow help me understand some of what i am goig throught right now. So he shared his story with me. He shared how he and his wife had separated after twenty plus years of marriage and how he was dealing with this part of his journey. This separation was not something he wanted however separated he was and the experience had been very painful for him. As he shared his thoughts on his marriage, the separation and the possibility of a divorce I was impressed by the work that he had put into trying to understand what had led to the separation and how he was processing all that he was going through. Although he was still in great pain he was in many ways in a very good place from an awareness perspective. At one point in our conversation I commented to him that I believed he was now in a good place and that his awareness coupled with the work he was doing to grow from this part of his journey was positioning him to come through this in way that would serve him well. When I told him this he smiled and said, “I understand what you are saying however if I am in such a good place why do I still feel like crap?” To which I said one of the big reasons you feel like crap is because part of you has died. I went on to remind him that for the last twenty plus years a major part of his identity had been that he was a husband. A major part of how he identified who he was, was to be husband, married man, provider, protector, Mr. Fix it, Mr. Cut the Grass or take out the garbage, etc. When he thought of who he was he thought of himself as married man, as husband, as being in a life long relationship. Over the years he became attached to this role and in doing so this became a major part of his identity. Now this identity did not exist in the same way it did, his role had changed and would continue to change. In essence because he identified so with his role of being husband a part of him was now dying or had died and he felt like crap because he was in mourning for the death of his identity. Although in many ways he could see the light down the road he felt lost and confused because he was no longer who he thought he was and this felt painful.

My new found friend was experiencing what many people experience when their roles change, be it the end of a relationship, the end of a career, a change in our physical abilities because of a stroke or a disease or anything else that forces us to change roles. We become so attached to our roles, belief systems and affiliations that they become part of our identity and therefore when any of these change or we perceive they are threatened than we believe our identity is threatened or changed and this causes us to react in the same defensive way as we would if someone was threatening our very life and if these do change then we feel as though a part of us has died.

It does not have to be like this, we can choose to engage in our roles, belief systems and affiliations and know that we are separate from them, that these things are not who we are they are rather things we choose to engage in. When we are able to strip away all of these things and stand naked in the sun, we are then able to know who we truly are. When we know who we truly are and that we are not defined by the roles, belief systems and affiliations we choose to engage in we then do not feel as though a part of has died when these things change in our life. When we are able to keep these things separate we understand that there is a constant to who we are and despite the changes that come our way we are still whole, we are still enough and we are not afraid to stand naked in the sun and be.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Bent for you


You're unsure and you're not ready so that must mean I want you
You're unavailable and disinterested and to you I look for comfort
A million times in a million ways I will try to change you
A million months and a million days I'll try to somehow convince you
I have waited for you and adjusted for you and I'm done
I have deferred to you and enabled you and I'm done
You're too young or you're too old or you're simply not inclined
You're asleep or you're withholding be that my cue to crave you
Several times in several ways I'll try to squeeze love from you
Several hours and several ways I'll feast on scraps thrown from you
I have bent for you and I've deprived for you and I'm done
I have depressed for you and contorted for you and I'm done
I have stifled for you and I've compromised for you and I'm done
I have silenced for you and sacrificed for you and I'm done
It. won't be long before I am reclaimed
It won't take long and I'll be on path again
It won't be easy for us to disengage
I'm at the end of self deprivation stage
You're afraid of every woman afraid of your inner workings
You cringe at the thought of living under the same roof as me god and everything
A million times and a million ways I've tried to alter to match you
Several times every several days I've tried to uncrush on you

Sunday, May 23, 2010

This is what i feel like writting. Is that ok?!


Memories are all i can hold now. All i wanna do is see you laugh again.
Its so hard on my spirt. And the pain is hurting my soul...
I said I wouldn't do this. I would act as if he never existed, act has if he had died.
I said I would just focus completely on myself.
I wear a ring on my left hand ring finger so often that I have a noticeable pale line around it when the ring is absent...
Yet and still, I'm not doing what I should. Not that I'm seeing anyone.
But I just know I'm not doing what I should.
Because there are "him"s that im always going to think about.

I hardly write anymore. And right now I really dont even feel like reading anything.
I realize that I don't really understand where it comes from, these thoughs in my head that i have to write down.
So sometimes its all there and other times its just... not there at all
People inspire me, feelings too, not the usual kind.But one ones i cant understand.
like, love.

You know what else?
When i flew back from Sarasota, the plane went through the most incredible cumulus clouds.
I wanted to cry. Is that weird?
Sometimes I'll think something is so beautiful it brings me to tears.

I was going through my favorites on my youtube account and i click on that song "This woman's work" sang by Maxwell.
I started crying within the 1st 20 seconds.The entire moment was so...
beautiful.

For The Girl Who Needs To Hear It...


You know in your heart what the right thing to do is and what the right thing for you is... don't ignore it.

The most important thing in life is happiness; stay true to yourself in the pursuit of it.

Too often, we fool ourselves into thinking that we can't have that fairytale ending... but we can. After all, if we can achieve our social and professional dreams, why should love be any different?

And when you've lost sight of what is real and what is false, remember this:

“Love is patient; love is kind and envies no one.
Love is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude;
never selfish, not quick to take offense.
There is nothing love cannot face;
there is no limit to its faith, its hope, and endurance.
In a word, there are three things that last forever: faith, hope, and love; but the greatest of them all is love.”

Don't stop believing in fairytales.

Life after the Good Wolfie...


"We are told to remember the idea, not the man. Because a man can fail. He can be killed and forgotten. But four hundred years later an idea can still change the world. I've witnessed firsthand the power of ideas. I've seen people kill in the name of them; and die defending them. But you cannot touch an idea, cannot hold it or kiss it. An idea does not bleed, it cannot feel pain, and it does not love. And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man. A man who made me remember the fifth of November. A man I will never forget."

I could say "I didnt see it coming" . But i know that i would be lying.
God always sends you a sigh, or sighs...A lil voice on the back of your mind thrying to tell you to pay attention. The Gutt feeling, the intuition...all of this is Gods way of telling you that something is wrong.
This is what i've learned after all these years and experiences. If somebody wants to walk out of your life, let them go.Specially when you're done everything that you can do, and been the best man or woman you could be, and they still wanna go. Let them go!
Some people come into your life for a life time, some come for a season, and you have to know witch is witch. And you're going to always mess up when you mix seasonable people with lifetime expectations.
And thats what i did. I believed and trully believed that he was the person that would be in my life for a lifetime. I had lifetime expectations with him.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
And yesterday i was angry, but today im sad. And still im in a daze, it hasnt really hit me yet. That my good wolfie is out of my life.
I dont even want to think about it. I'd rather maintain the anger, because i know that while i maintain it. While i cover it with hate, i will be protected from the pain that is going to come.
Five years of great expectations, intensive experiences, teachable moments, bliss and happiness, sorrow, hurt, pain, love...
I loved him. I loved him like i never loved anyone else. And i know this because the love i felt came from the core of who i was. It came from under my skin. It came from the purest of myself. He really was my everything and i was willing to do anything for him. Anything to be with him. But now he's gone.
He says he needs to be alone. I dont fit in his new life. There's not a role i can play in his new life. I just dont belong in his life anymore.

Day one day one start over again. Step one step one
with not much making sense just yetI'm faking it til I'm pseudo making it
From scratch begin again but this time I as i And not as we. And im scared.
Im scared of when the pain starts coming down on me. Im scared of when i start to miss you...

When i start missing your smell and your style and your pure abiding way
Miss your approach to life and your body in the bed
Miss your take on anything and the music you would play at night before we slept
Miss cracking up and wrestling. Our debriefs at end of day
These are the things that I will miss . These will not times for the weak of heart
These will not be the days of raw despondence.
And I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this
I'll miss your neck and your gait, and your sharing what you write.
I'll Miss you walking through the front door documentaries in your hand
Miss traveling our traveling and riding with you, my feet print on your car window...
These will the things that I'll miss
One step one prayer. I soldier on, stimulating moving on.
I'll miss your warmth and the thought of always coming back to you.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Dear Ex-"Him",


I care about you deeply and I always will. But I can't visit you. If you're wondering why I "can't" it's because I simply don't want to.
Once a long time ago in a full moon God sent me a good wolfie that i thought would be the root that would sustain my tree...but he turned out to be a leaf that was meant to be in my life for just a season and i made the mistake of thinking that you can seasonal people up with lifetime expectations.
And i had life time expectations. I'm not saying that you gave them to me, but i created them for us.

I think about how you treated me, how you talked to me, how I allowed you to often bring out the worst in me. I think about your inability to love me the way I needed to be loved, and the way that I simply acquiesced to take from you whatever love it was that I could get. I think about how you used that to make me feel that I wasn't as intelligent, special, or worthy of respect as I am. I think about how you saw the energy and vitality that I possessed, and while it was what first attracted you to me, you tried to crush and destroy it. You and I had a long and complicated saga. We both did things we shouldn't have. We both said things we shouldn't have...

But it is over now, and I would like it to stay that way.

I remember the girl that I was before i met you, and I didn't like her. She was spiteful. She was angry. She was mistrustful. And she doubted herself, her beauty, and her strength. When i met you i got to changing lil by lil, I left the other girl, and emerged as something different even from the girl I was before we met.

So, while I wish you nothing but the best, i hope that you will find the happiness that you so long for. I hope that you can find someone in your life that you have the qualities that you could never get from me.
One of my best traits and, ironically, also one of my biggest flaws, is my propensity to be ridiculously optimistic in the face of adversity. If I wasn't that way, then I wouldn't have achieved half of the accomplishments that I have today. I wouldn't be on the verge of finally, finally picking up & setting off in the pursuit of my dreams... At the same time, if I wasn't that way I wouldn't have been betrayed by so many "friends" or stayed with a man that couldnt or wouldnt love me back.

But life is circular like that.

There is a blessing in every lesson; I don't regret you. But I am over you.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

The Pervasiveness of Our Perceived Limitations


Argue for your limitations, and sure enough they’re yours”
- Richard Bach – Writer
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I am simply amazed at the pervasiveness of the limitations that we have stored in our consciousness.
Think about it, I am in a dream, I know on some conscious level that I am in a dream. Knowing I am in a dream should mean that I can choose to be without any limitations. I should be able to swim the length of the Nile in a dream. I should be able to walk on water in my dream if that is what I desire to do. Yet, in my dream I brought my limitations into play. In my conscious life I can swim, however I am not a skilled swimmer who has the skills or the endurance to swim the length of a river. If I so desired I surely could develop endurance and skills to be able to swim great lengths.

The point is that some of our limitations are so deeply seated that we bring them with us even in a dream state where one would believe there are no real limitations.

We do carry many limitations within our mind; some are real limitations such as the ability to swim a long distance; real because it takes practice and effort to improve a skill like swimming. Other limitations are simply limitations that we have created and ingrained within our mind to the point where we believe these limitations are written in stone. For instance last night someone asked me how to spell a complex word, without too much thought I rattled off the correct spelling of the word. My friend knowing that I am notorious for being a poor speller double checked my spelling on line and with a surprised look made a remark as to why I knew how to spell that word and reminded me that I am not a good speller. I laughed and said, “I gave up that limitation, I am now becoming a good speller”. This is true; I shook off the self imposed limitation of not being a good speller. I simply no longer accept that I am a poor speller and I have made a focused effort in becoming a better speller. See, the only thing holding me back from being a good speller was the limitation that I had carried around all of these years. I have the intellect to be a good speller; I simply had to choose to abandon my self imposed limitation, one that I have believed in for decades.

These self imposed limitations are often deep seated and pervasive. It is only through our awareness that we can choose to release the limitations we impose upon our self. What self imposed limitations do you believe in about yourself. What limitation are you constantly reinforcing within your mind?

Think about your perceived limitations. Ask yourself are they true? If you believe they are true, why do you believe they are true? What proof do you have? You may be surprised at how weak your proof is or that the proof that you come up with is only your repetitive thoughts and self talk about the limitation.

Work to free yourself of the shackles of your own self imposed limitations. Listen to the language you use. Do you hear yourself saying I am just no good at __________? If you wanted to be good at _________ what do you need to do to improve? What changes do you need to make? The first step is becoming aware of what you perceive your limitations to be, the next step is to change how you think about those limitations, the final step is to initiate change in feeling, thought and action which will remove the limitation and create an enhancement to yourself and what you believe about yourself.