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Sunday, June 30, 2024

For my age

 I'm 18. My skin is taught and healthy, my eyes are bright and sparkling. I am beautiful.

I'm 25, I carry my body differently, I'm youthful and mature. I am beautiful.

I'm 30, I am a mother. I am powerful and have meaning. I am beautiful.

I'm 35, I notice a wrinkle or two but still hold the male gaze.

I'm 40, somethings different...  am I beautiful?

I'm 48, things are drooping, my skin is becoming crapy, I have a neck vagina. I am beautiful inside.

I'm 53, my thigh muscle appears to be attached to nothing, my elasticity is waving good-bye. I am beautiful for my age. 

In fact, I am not old or young. I never was. I am either here or not here. 

I'm 53 and I look at my body, my face and one genius part of me smiles. How lucky am I to get to experience being so different than I have been my entire life? 

I get to be a woman who is no longer valued, desired, sexualized, hated, envied by others. I get to be invisible to my culture as much as I want. There is a secret in there that is thrilling. 

Saturday, June 8, 2024

The Science of My State

 What is this brain pathway that jumps to

  • I hate the way my house looks
  • My house decor is dumb
  • I am not happy in this house
My house is fine, I'm sure of it. It might not be where I imagine it to be at its best, but why can it only be good when it is at its imagined best? What payoff is my brain getting by being so unsatisfied? 

Is it because I am unsatisfied with where I am in my life? Am I insatiable? 

It definitely is that thing of aspiring for a point in time in the future
  • Things will be better when I live on my own
    • Then my place will stay uncluttered
    • Then my place will feel consistently clean
    • Then I will be able to focus
  • Things will be better when I own my own home
    • Then I can change things to my liking
    • Then I can perfect the decor
I'm sure all those things are partially true, but it's not where happiness lays necessarily.

I'm overwhelmed in my life:
  • Work
  • My sister
  • Carl's affairs
  • Holding space for my niece 
I can finish with Carl's affairs and get that off my plate. My sister is simply a painful truth that my heart must accept. Holding space for my niece is a choice I've made because I love her and she deserves the space I can provide. And work... well, I like my work. I think we can get through this storm we're in and come out on the other side all the better for it. It's a good challenge. 

Maybe my brain is just running old scripts and I need to reach my subconscious to let it know that those scripts are no longer providing value. We need to reprogram. Our trajectory is forward, the momentum is already there. These old scripts are weighing down the process. I will be: 
  • The global director of product
  • I will own my own home
  • I will be able to renovate it
And none of those things will be the immaculate source of my happiness. I could have all those things and still be unsatisfied. They alone are not my happiness, but they are still things I will achieve  and they will bring about their own moments of joy.  Which is to say, regardless of the old scripts, I will still reach those things - it's just a matter of bringing along so much unnecessary friction while I move along the path. 

And, I am in a universal holding pattern right now. I have both momentum and resistance. One part of my life is moving forward while one part of my life is tethered. That's a tough place to be, but if I resist that, if I think something is wrong because I can't see the science of my state, I am bound to the frustration of thinking I'm not where I should be. I am exactly where I have chosen to be. 

I can't possibly be at that state yet because I have made choices - bound by love -  that keep me here. 

It does feel like love is missing. I do wonder about that. Will I love again? Will I meet/have a person to share my life with? Universe? Will I find a final love? I heard a yes, not sure if was wishful thinking though. 

Universe, when might I find a final love? 3 years sticks out to me.  This seems like a reasonable timeline. 2027, a final piece of the puzzle. That gives me three years to get my work done :) 

side note to self: I quietly asked, will it be d? and I heard an emphatic YES. Haha, not too sure about that, but I'm open.  


Sunday, March 31, 2024

The Station

 What if this ball of knots in my stomach, that is currently sending waves of heat throughout my body, was excitement and not fear? 


What if I was actually excited by the challenged of being alone?

What if I was actually excited by the challenge of speaking up more at work?

Something is happening. There is a big shift and I'm right in the middle of it. It's like I'm at a train stop and there's not much to do but wait for the train to arrive. And not get discouraged that it will never arrive. It's hard waiting at the station. Sometimes, the sun is out and I can stand outside and get some sun. But most days, it's windy out - inhospitably - and other days it's an out-and-out rain storm. 

The train feels delayed. But there's not to do but wait. I can keep my exercise up: do squats, push-ups, jumping jacks, meditation, all in preparation for when the train arrives and I can pick up my journey to abundance and flourishing. 

But for now, it's another day in the station. Partly cloudy. 


Friday, March 29, 2024

Dream

 It was as if I had the omnipresence of a narrator. I was above him and her and could see into their 'relationship' or their date. I got a birds eye view and was... so surprised. 

They were talking about stuff that seemed so childish, like they were children, and my reaction was "oh dear, what was I thinking? Why was I pining after this very young soul?" It was so clear in that moment that we were both better off, but what I had to see clearly was that my ego was not actually hurt. I wasn't missing something. I was gaining something. It's hard to find the words. 

It was a positive, loving feeling. I could see what a young soul he was and that I had been weirdly pouting over losing something that hadn't really existed. And here he was with a an equal to him, a woman who was not more, not better than me, but very, very different. Not someone I was "out done by." 

I had been torturing  myself that my 'replacement' was younger, prettier, smarter and stronger that me. But what I saw was that they were two very young souls. And I was happy for him that he wasn't with someone that was always 10 (or 50) steps ahead of him. And that it wasn't about me being less than enough. I was enough. I was, perhaps, a bit too much.

My ego. Oh boy. This is my lesson (again). It walks around convincing me I'm never enough. My inner critic. It was a gift to have that dream. It was a gift to wake up enough that I could record and it remember it clearly. It was a gift to see him happy in a way I could be happy for him. 

It also had an under-knowing that all the time he spent with me had prepared him, given him extra insights, so that he could engage better in conversation, and I was happy about that too. 

I've been calm since having that dream. As it fades, I hear my ego trying to hook me into the pain of being the loser again and I really don't want to go back there. I have so many strong, positive opportunities ahead of me that require my attention and focus to complete the lesson; whatever that may be, I am open. 

Sunday, March 24, 2024

Roar

 I feel calmer. I think I understand better what is going on for me: I can see a truth of what he's doing that he can't or won't. So, when he talks to me, he talks to me from a place of dishonesty. It's a place he needs to be in for the world to make sense to him, but he has to gaslight me in process, "everything's fine, nothings changed, we just don't hold hands anymore, silly you...." 

But in fact, he has become selfish as part of his growth and survival, which is reasonable and likely necessary . Therefore, he is not a place that I can trust my heart with. Therefore I must stop putting my heart in his hands. Therefore, what we loved about each other is deconstructed. From this point on, he is not someone I can trust with my most intimate thoughts and most intimate self, which is the part of me that he values... as a friend. And this is the part he is lying to himself about. He's telling me I can still trust him, nothing has changed. And that is infuriating. 

But I trust that he doesn't know this. He doesn't know it about himself or us. And I don't trust that I want to hear the finality of his understanding this from his mouth, not right now. I'm grieving us. I don't need to pour salt on the wound. 

He's gone into checklist mode, and if he can't access his true love for me - which was the box I ticked for him - there's not a lot of other boxes I check off on his superficial checklist. He loved me despite the boxes I didn't tick. Without accessing that (non romantic, but deeply human) love, I don't believe he will find that we are the friends he thought we could be. I'm not sure he knows how to like me as I am. 

It's a very strange thing we are tethered by, I do not profess to understand it. All I know is that my body, my heart, feels it. And I don't like to fool myself. I prefer to honour it, for better or for worse. 

But I will continue to be his friend again eventually. In some fashion or another. I will be there for him. For some reason, I feel strongly about not abandoning him. I think there will come a time where he will need the piece of me that, for now, he must shut out. And in my heart of all things good, I've made a commitment to his honest spirit self, but when it is ready, true, and open. Not when it is in destruct mode. 

People need to go into these modes. It's part of life, but when they do, you step out of the way. 

The only part of this that bothers me is that I can't imagine, yet,  who I will be when that time comes and what I would need from him to be able to give him that piece of me again. Although, if I'm honest, I think I have a slight inkling of what it is I can't imagine him every getting there, or getting back there. 

These are things I cannot know. But what I have learned from all of this is that I don't know and/or trust my value. This is true in my relationship with him, at work, and with friends. If I am not being my most perfect self, I do not have value. For him, it's things like: 

  • doesn't smoke (vape)
  • doesn't drink
  • has nice body and attractive face
  • is feminine in nature only: sweet, cute, sexy, soft
  • works out, is physical
  • is smart, strong
  • is clean within an inch of their life (no human smells)
I believe this is his checklist, and I only hit one of these: smart and strong. In our relationship, I allowed my knowledge of what I believe his checklist to be to wear down my smart and strong. I focused my doubts about all the other 99% of boxes I didn't tick. So, I spent unsustainable effort trying to edit myself to be someone he could love. As such, things that I wanted to do for me like: work out, be physical, has nice body, doesn't drink, doesn't vape turned into things that I wasn't doing for me but only for him so that he would love me.

And then when I asked him to move out, I swung some of these to the other side of the pendulum and tried to explore my less feminine self  by cutting off my hair and wearing less sexy clothes. I actually have no idea what I like right now or who I am, what I like about me and that whatever that is, it is enough and worthy of love. 

I do some of this at work to. I should wear this, I shouldn't wear that. I shouldn't speak up, I don't have the right answer, I'm too stupid, I don't know business, I'm too old, I look too tired. 

This is such a big hurdle for me. 

And then there's my sexuality. In the beginning, he awoke something in me that I didn't know was accessible. Unfortunately, once he unlocked it, his appetite for it was insatiable so I ended up rolling her back in.  And then there was the everybody dying thing, not to mention menopause,  and him seeing behind the curtain of my feminine warrior taking what she wants, which was me knitting on the couch for hours while sipping wine and vaping. And then I saw that through his eyes and couldn't access the sexy warrior part of me because the gig was up, he saw the other part of me. And he couldn't make love to the wino vaping knitter with a saggy neck. So then my value became the part I played in bed, sexy warrior princess queen. 

GOD DAMN IT.  We ruined everything. ugh. 

I started taking hormones after he moved out. I was beginning the process of taking care of myself. The depression was deep, I was struggling. And now, guess what, sexy warrior queen is knocking at the god damn door asking to come out and play. My mind revisits our adventures and she wants to fucking devour him piece by piece. She wants to make him whimper and delight in his undoing. But then, that's how we got into this mess, so I have to tell her no. She's a bit mad about that. 

He needs to stay far, far away from me. She's very cunning and I should learn how to harness her energy and put that strength into my career.


Saturday, March 23, 2024

Strength, Heart (Kindness), Trust, & Clever Sarcasm

 Hell hath no fury... 

I am 53 and for the last eight years I have been in varying degrees of a  relationship with a man 17 years younger than me. At first, he was a fire that inflamed my body, it was a chemical reaction I had to him that still leaves me a bit baffled. It was as if I had no option, he was my kin, my person. 

For a few years, he was my exciting lover. Then we moved in together and became family. Sex started to feel routine and less exciting, but the bond grew. 

A lot of the time, I did tire of his lack of experience and wisdom, it was a lot of effort on my part. But we went forward as a conventional relationship for the next 5 years. Eventually, we slept in separate bedrooms which was a blessing and stretched our time together out. But then, after my mother passed away and age being that creeping thing that it is, life began to take it's toll on me. 

When my niece needed a place to live, it was almost a relief. We'd been talking about moving apart from each other. We were both stuck. And I felt he was only clinging to our relationship for security but that he wasn't really happy. It's possible I projected that. However, if I trust my intuition, I am correct. 

So just over a year ago, he moved out and my niece moved in. It was a relief for me to have space. Apparently, it wasn't a relief for him at first and he mourned our relationship, he left me. 

I did not leave him. 

For me, we were still just sleeping in separate bedrooms, they were just also in separate places. 

We continued to spend lot's of time together going for regular walks, kayaking, the occasional movie, dinners. 

Throughout all of this, I am adjusting to my niece living with me, mourning my mother, and trying to lift the spirits of her grieving husband, and trying to find success/fulfillment at my job. As all this hard, heavy stuff is happening, I'm actually climbing the ladder at work until I'm the head of product - along side a VP of Tech that is a... over-confident leader and who leads by injecting fear and then patting your back to tell you it's okay, he's got you. 

My stress levels at work with his presence have sky rocketed. The only saving grace is that our new CEO (because we're in the middle of merging 3 companies) is a genuine, objective, smart, wise, person. But I'm hanging be a god damn thread. 

In February - just over a month ago - I went to my mom's husbands house to drive him to an appointment. I had to let myself in when he didn't answer, at which point, you guessed it, I found him deceased on the couch. There was a whole horrible 911 call where I was instructed to give him mouth to mouth and only I could see he had been dead way to long for that (I still want to vomit when I recall it. I should really go to therapy about this). 

In between my mom passing and then her husband, a good friend of mine also died. People seemed to just be dropping. 

My relationship with my former lover and housemate and current slightly more than friends companion became one of the only spots of light I had for just me. I started to move closer to him in my heart again. We'd had enough distance that I could see him again. I had enough space to  ugly grieve and not be self conscious, that when we did spend time together, I was more present. However, it was still peppered with moments of his lack of maturity where I would think to myself "ugh, this is not going to work."

He started dating someone recently. I knew I couldn't be that kind of partner for him, so in a world where I truly loved him, I accepted this, was kind of happy that he could have a fling. It was okay because he was still my best friend and me his. We held hands on walks, he would put his arm around me and bring me in. We both went travelling last fall and met up in Greece, we made love one of those nights. 

On St. Patricks day, I had the unfortunate opportunity to watch him walk by while he was on date with this new person. This person that he had told me repeatedly "didn't matter" and that if she ever asked him to not be friends with me, he would say "sorry, that's not going to happen" and would end the situation-ship if she couldn't accept it. But when I saw him look at her, my stomach violently knew that I had lost him as the friends I understood we were: casual, intimate partners in life. 

So, even though just weeks before that, I could and probably did have thoughts of "ugh, I love this man but this is unfulfilling,"  I was suddenly wrecked with sadness that he was gone. BUT! there was hope, I would talk to him about this and we would make it okay. He would tell me that he loved me, that this was nothing in the grand scheme of things - maybe even that he would stop seeing her if it caused me too much grief. He did not say these things though. Instead, he said, and I am paraphrasing, "she doesn't mean anything to him, but that also, he wasn't attracted to me either... not in the same way anymore. But he still wanted to be friends. He agreed the handholding was misleading and he apologized for that."

My god... my god! When I tell you that my ego turned red hot, I mean I was (am) the earth's magma ready to reign fire upon the earth. 

Five days since this revealing conversation and I am mad as hell. A week before this revealing conversation (which, I will add, included phrases like "I'm sorry, but your age is not working in your favour"), we were talking about going to Hawaii together. I felt like an absolute IDIOT. And, an ugly one at that. What was I thinking!! Jesus Christ! Oh my god!

Last night, in the privacy of my home, I let it all out. We'd been talking over text, sorting out what  the boundaries of our friendship could be. Neither of us want to be out of each other's lives, how might we salvage this? He said I was as important to him as his life long male friends and that that's how he saw now me, a life long pal. BUT... that's not what we've been being. 

Last night, I smashed the sculpture I had made for him when we were first together. I fucking threw that thing (and a number of other things). This is a level of outrage that I never engage in. I am calm. I have seen so much in my life now and I have chosen mature wisdom over reaction for so long now. When people throw their bad behaviour at me, I catch it and then release it. I don't judge them, I have empathy for their struggle. I aspire to be the monk at the top of the hill.

But the bottom fell out last night. Now, after a small amount of sleep and snippets of meditation attempts to focus my life's intentions, I think I realize that it's the deep gaslighting that is lighting the fire the most. And by deep gas lighting, I think I mean that he's gaslighting himself first and then me by proxy. 

If I trust my intuition, he loves me much more than he knows or is letting himself know. This has been made easier by my always being close at hand to spend time with, the lack of my presence has never challenged him. 

Don't let that statement fool you. I don't think he's coming back to beg forgiveness. And if he did, I'm not sure it would feel right for me to lead him on - because I'm not even sure how attracted I am to him. Intelligence wise, he's not attractive to me as a partner. Physically, I am not attractive to him. However, there's still the elephant in the room that I believe - in my gut of guts -  is real, we both deeply love each other just a bit more than pals. And this is an un-had conversation that hangs in my ether, and the energy of it is the lava at my core. 

So I smashed the sculpture and put in the box of his things. He broke my heart, I broke his sculpture. I want to give the pieces of it to him, but I know it's juvenile and will just make me look pathetic, but I still want him to see it. I want him to throw it away. I imagine it goes down like this: 

He opens the box and his dismay is evident. He almost feels sorry for me but is also embarrassed for me. 

"Why did you do this?" he asks

"You broke my heart, I guess I wanted you to see that in physical reality" I reply with a casual shrug. "Also, it might have felt fitting if you were the one to throw it out" I smile. 

"I still want us to be friends (friends defined as: like he is with his male friends, 'he doesn't hold hands with them, so this is a new boundary for us)" he says, despite my hurtful childishness 

"Mmhmm" I say, lips pursed

"I'll give you some space" he says, "when might I see you again?" 

"Well, how often would you say you hang out with your friend "x" or "y" 1 on 1," I ask. I know this answer and it's once every few months or so. 

"I don't know, once a month or so?" he says. 

"Let's go with that then shall we?" 

I hold back from adding a patronizing "Champ" to the end of that and patting his shoulder in farewell. On this one, I try to add a bit more composure. 

He nods and, unceremoniously, exits stage left. That's it. He's disappointed in me and I'm slightly humiliated. 

Just like when I first met him and thought it was insane to be in a relationship but yet I couldn't fight it, my body was a magnet. There is something very similar in this situation. I'll add that it feels unfair to both of us to be so attracted to each other's spirits when all other pieces wont quite align. In this, he's right to call it off. His timing and lack of personal insights, unfortunately for us, couldn't have been worse. 

My loved ones are now dying or dead, my sister is months away from dying as a result of addiction and lifestyle (and I'll have to console her daughter whom I care for). I have a ass-hat that I work with that I NEVER stand up to. And I've been the most understanding person to everyone ever "so patient, so kind". 

Something has go to give, and when it does I hope that I've properly tuned into the right frequencies and that they have my back. I hope that my heart is good and true, that I have strength, and should my sarcasm arise - and it will - it is clever. It shouldn't cut, it should leaven. 

Honestly, I don't know who, if anyone, will see my wrath. But it's there, it's palpable. They may not see it, but it will be hard not to feel it. 

I just don't know if it's actually healthy anymore for me to wrap up my rage in a pretty, polite box anymore.

Case in point: The brother of the man that sexually abused me as a child, randomly called me the other day to give condolences for aforementioned dead man on couch and inquire about funeral arrangements. I have never spoken to his man and I have zero contact with that family (although my younger sister is his niece, so there's always proximity). Again, the magma in me rose to the surface at the sound of his voice, which is so similar  to his brothers. I heard the badge of honour say "be polite, no sense in being rude" 

but what did rude mean in this situation. I did not want this man to speak to me, the trigger is so visceral. I just wanted to tell him I did not wish to speak to him and that he could call his neice for  details. 

In this moment, I made the choice to not be polite anymore. I said what my heart wanted to say. I stood up for myself and spoke my truth. He had the weird audacity to respond with "so you're saying you never want me to call you...?" like it was a threat that I would back down from. I replied, "that's right" and hung up. 

Can you see how engrained being polite is in me? Forgiving transgressions against me over and over again. How do I stop this while maintaining my highest self?  

How do I honour my rage? 

My friend and I could easily slide into friends. I don't know why I'm rebuking this so much. Other than, I feel betrayed. 


Sunday, February 4, 2024

Sweet Magic

I'm in the middle of sadness, which is made possible by yearning and loneliness I think. My hormones are invigorated and longing for love has returned. A deep companionship is what my feelers are reaching for. Reaching for that person who might be my enduring love. A quite and fulfilling meeting of spirit, hearts, and minds. 

I find I hope for someone who is just that much more at peace with their - sobriety towards life - that they can catch me when mine falls. Someone who can help me fill my cup and maybe doesn't need theirs filled by me. Really, I just want to be held sometimes. Held enough that I can share the load and take a rest without having to provide sex in return. A partner that can truly see me and seeks only to feel their love towards me - whatever my heart, soul, body can offer. That love me for free. A friend at my back, a lover at my side, a steward to my future. A kindness with the strength of wit and fortitude. Somebody who I am not at risk of falling out of love with and they not at risk of falling out of love with me. In return, I will see and love them, provide for them where and when I can, and never take advantage of the strength they offer. I will create a home of warmth and kindness. I wont be afraid to get my hands dirty and help. I will take responsibility for my own happiness and leave space for them to do the same for themselves.

If this person does not exist, than I must let go and express desire through meditation. I must trust that the wind has my back, that nature is at my side, and timing and preparedness will champion my future - and that I will love all these things for free. I will breath in and breath out,  returning the clean energy to those that come after me. 

I will ask for sweet magic to draw on my back, to kiss me, to play with my hair, to talk till we fall asleep, to build a life that satiates longing.