“The more things change the more they stay the same”
I’m sure you’ve all heard it. I KNOW you’ve all heard it. It’s been around since the dawn of bitchin’ and moanin’.
It’s been several days since I’ve had a thought I felt worth sharing. And today started the same way…empty.
That’s a word I’ve come to know very well. It’s not a good word in any capacity that I can think of…
empty bank account
empty wallet (because of the empty bank account one would assume)
empty gas tank
empty empty empty (such a strange word when looked at so closely)
I have decided this word is creeping into my everyday life way, way, too often. And it’s pissing me off.
Is it the winter? The, oh so cliché but oh so real, cabin fever? I don’t know.
But, today the sun broke through, so I ventured outside. With no plan other than soaking up that which has been missing for too long. The light, the warmth, the overall feeling of hope that things will be okay.
As a winter lover, I hesitate to blame these empty days on lack of sunshine and warmth. But as a woman in transition, I’m more hesitant to blame it on something else. That would mean taking responsibility for my own feelings, right?
Like those feelings of self-pity? Depression? Lack of self-confidence? Oh woe the fuck is me? Can it be I’m allowing these dark, snowy days I used to look forward to, give me an excuse to stay inside and hide from the world I don’t always feel ready to face?
Yes. Yes, yes, and yes. That is exactly what I was doing. And it took two people, my Yin and my Yang, to get me up and out into that light. One is the left, the other the right. The past and the future. Opposite ends of my journey. But they managed to meet in the middle…me…I am the middle ground.
The left says…”Get up and get moving; no one can fix you but you; I’m here but I can’t fix this; fix you. You have to. I’ve told you I love you, but frankly I’m sick of your whining.”
The right says…”I love you and am always here for you. I wish I could make things better, but you must choose to be happy. There are things you can do, support is out there, use it.”
Okay, I paraphrased, but that’s the gist. Love on the left; love on the right; me in the middle, feeling empty for NO good reason.
What is WRONG with this picture?
So…why did I title this post “The More Things Change…?”
Because this is a pattern for me. A pattern I need to change. The more things have changed in my life, the more I’ve fought the changes. And NOT the changes themselves. No, it’s the roller coaster of ‘it’s the right thing, it’s the wrong thing, it’s exciting, it’s scaring the shit out of me, I’m worth it, who are you kidding’, emotional roller coaster. Not the obvious ones, like divorcing after 31 years. THAT deserves a roller coaster ride…and what a ride it has been. But, for the most part, I can say that ride is over. The extremes anyway. Figuring out where we go from here is the next ride, but it’s not a roller coaster, it’s more akin to the Tea Cup…up, down, and all around, sometimes sickening, sometime exhilarating, but always an end in sight.
This is not it.
It’s the bi-polar, manic-depressive (as a way of explanation only, she tells herself) emotions that I’ve allowed myself to fall victim to when things in my life don’t go the way I want them to. I allow myself to lash out at those that love me for no other reason than the dog just doesn’t understand. Seriously…if the damned dog would just say ‘I get ya Ma, I feel for ya Ma, now can I have a treat?’ I’d be better off.
Instead, I lash out, cry, feel empty, look at my life as a black hole instead of realizing I have a tremendous amount of love and support to be thankful for. From the left and from the right and from everywhere in between.
That it took a short sojourn out into the sun to put things back in perspective is a little strange maybe. But I am not questioning it. If a bit of bright light and vitamin D turn my empty thoughts into ones filled with hope and remembrances of the love I have in my life; past, present, and future; then I say bring on the sun.
You are my sunshine…my only sunshine…you make me happy…when skies are gray.
Here comes the sun…get out there and ABSORB it!
17 thoughts on “The More Things Change…”
Ah, we can see clearly now the sun shines. Cabin fever may not be the best place to let the yin and yang fight it out. Go get a massive dose of vit D, it is never wasted.
I happen to agree. To the point of going to the sun if the sun won’t come to me. Is the sun shining where you guys are by the way? Seriously…it’s that important!
Yes, it’s shining and will be for the next 8 months. Toulouse is the nearest international airport 😀
I’ll put it on my ‘to do’ list. The one that says do this or sit here and feel sorry for yourself. 🙂 No more of that nonsense…thanks guys
No more indeed 😉
And here I add what you probably don’t want to hear…both of those voices are right – and so are the feelings you’ve been having. You’ve been cocooning and protecting yourself from one-more-thing. If there was one-more-thing you’d have gone screaming naked into the streets screaming “No mas!!!” (which would have caused frostbite, so don’t go thinking that would have been a good thing). The worst part of all this is when you’re getting ready to place a toe back into the flowing waters of your life. And that is what today offered you. Some sunshine on your face, no extraordinary awfulness or wonderfulness in doing so – but the magic was in the doing. And tomorrow perhaps another tentative step back towards life – and it will be ok. Soon, you intrepid WW will go all in again and discover some awesomeness within yourself that has always been there, just lying fallow through this season that felt it had no end..xox
and THAT Mimi…Is why I love you. Exactly so…xoxo
Oh, honey, it is hard, but you will make it!
Thanks SFAM…I just might. 🙂
Sis, youhave the strength to face the past and move into your future… I know it!
That helps…thank you..xoxo
I so understand and find myself sinking into the empty on almost a daily basis. It will get better though for both of us because you are Rhonda!
Thanks Jules. I know you know this devil of a feeling as well as anyone and you continue to amaze me with your strength, wit, and ability to recognize the hard truth and face it head on. The nights are hardest, I think you’ll agree. There is just something about the light. You share your light with me am I’m honored to share mine with you. We will be alright U…one light filled day at a time…xoxo
Three days of rain do me in. I have to have that sun. And I say that to say…..you are so much stronger than you think you are! And so much stronger than I. Wish I had words of wisdom, sister….just know I love ya! And that though the sun hides from us…..it’s still there. ♥
Yes Paula, it certainly is. The sun’ll come out…tomorrow. bet your bottom dollar…I’m in a bettin’ mood. 🙂