Sometimes my heart.
Always my soul.
Sometimes it's hard.
Sometimes it's easy.
Always it's life.
Sometimes I sit.
Sometimes I move.
Always I am.
There's really no way of getting around it, there's only getting through it.
The monsoon finally arrived, and with it came the blessed relief of clearing the air. The tension had been thick; we were all on edge. I was especially on edge. If you've ever played high-low around the dinner table, this summer has felt like a rapid-cycling bipolar version of that. Of course life is like that, but sometimes it is more pronounced than others. This summer everything has been incredibly pronounced. Every single last day has ricocheted me around the emotional spectrum like a pinball. While it has been intense, it has also been highly informative. I've learned a lot about myself.
The Short List
- First and foremost, I have learned that I know myself better than I realized. When it comes to what I want, what I need, and what I value, I am rock solid.
- My bullshit tolerance, which has faded greatly over the last three years, seems to have left the building completely. Yes, for other people's bullshit, but especially for my own. I have stripped myself down to a bare boned and terrifyingly realistic look in the mirror. I deeply appreciate the very few people in my life who love me enough to risk being honest when they see me going down that road. It is painful sometimes; but far less painful than the alternative. P.S. It is vulnerable and scary.
- I love working. Even when I hate the work. But man, give me work I love and then I really, really love it.
- I always fantasized that working for myself, at home, would suit me perfectly. I was right. It does.
- I have extreme workaholic tendencies, and have to reign in on myself.
- Maslow's Hierarchy doesn't really work for me. I am out of order. Always have been.
- I need a decent amount of time alone or in shared silence with people I love in order to be at my best.
- My aspirations are much higher than I ever allowed myself to believe or pursue. I think that on some perverse level it felt like a form of selling out. I'm realizing that it is actually the opposite.
- I am really, really sick of hearing about being gay not being a choice, no matter how true this might be for most people who are gay. I'm sick of it because it indirectly implies that it is a flaw that can't be helped, no one would choose it if they could be straight, and that if it were a choice it would be a bad one. It's a whole blog post in and of itself. Coming soonish.
- When you stop letting people treat you poorly, whether in work situations or in your personal life, they either start treating you better or one of you leaves and the problem is solved.
- I am beyond ready to get married.
- I am profoundly grateful and in awe of the mutual love and respect I share with my fiancee, and this gratitude grows daily.
- I am really sick of Mary Oliver quotes.
- Five to fifteen minutes a day is really all that I care to spend on Facebook.
- I'm ready for a drastic haircut.
- I am very grateful that I have been able to witness the behaviors of college students of different class and privilege levels. There seem to be astounding differences that manifest around senses of entitlement, arrested development, and artificially extended adolescence. It has solidified my stance that regardless of how much money I do or do not have at any point in my life, my kids will need to work at least very part time while they are in school in order to get financial assistance from me.
- There is absolutely nothing in the world that comes anywhere near being as important to me as love and family.
- I hope and pray that I never become so calloused that I can see someone suffering without feeling empathy and acting on it. If I have food and won't share it, change and won't spare it, or more of anything than I need and don't offer it up, I've pretty much failed at the human being gig.
- That being said, I have many, many selfish and superficial weak spots, and that really sucks. Ouch. My pride didn't like putting that down here one bit.
- My appreciation for plain and concise language grows and grows.