Earlier I was feeling a bit morose. I was feeling just a bit sorry for myself. Actually it has been for the last several days. Janet had her own private pity party. I didn’t stay in that state because I know that it doesn’t help. I prefer to find the reason for my mood and do something about it. Most of the time, my moods come and go and I don’t linger. This time it seemed to play peek-a-boo with me. That’s why I finally realized that this could be important.
I stopped putting it to the side and just looked at it. Yes, I miss seeing my children and they’ve grown up. I miss reading their cute little books to them and watching the cute TV shows they enjoyed. I miss their warm squirmy bodies as they curled up next to me on the couch while we watched The Lion King or 101 Dalmatians for the thousandth time. That’s normal and it usually doesn’t last. This time I realized it wasn’t just those instances that I missed. There is something lacking in my life that I need to wake up and notice.
Cravings that linger
It reminds me of food cravings. Most foods that I crave are an impulse. I read about brownies and suddenly I’m overwhelmed with the craving for brownies. The same happens with coffee or popcorn or any other food. There are times when a food craving lingers and I realize I’m craving something that my body needs at that moment.
Using the same logic for my emotions, I must need something that I was getting during the time I was spending time with my kiddos. I’m sure that you’ve analyzed this and you are shouting at your screen how obvious it is. Sometimes I am a little slow when it comes to my emotional needs.
It happens most often when I am trying to fill an idealized version of myself. Much like looking at a picture in a magazine of a living room. It’s decorated so perfectly. All of the books stacked and the table is free of clutter. Shoes are out of sight and obviously no one has a throw pillow on the floor or a blanket nailed over a window to block the sunlight. My living space is real and as much as I want it impressively decorated and ingeniously designed, it isn’t. My house fits me with its galley kitchen and old refrigerator. The place is close to the highways I use and the cost of maintaining my place is minimal. No fuss, and that’s how I like it.
This is where I live
This body of mine is a real body. It is my living space. I have to treat it in the way that helps it work the best. If I over stress it with high expectations or overwhelm it with too many activities, it will start throwing alarm switches until I listen. This last week my body has started with reminding me that frugality is admirable but stinginess is cruel. My washing machine quit working a few weeks back so I had been “making do” until I could save enough to buy a new washer. While that sounds wonderful, I realize I was not being frugal for a purely financial reason. There was a huge chunk of ego that wanted to boast how worthy I am! Quite a laughable thing once I realize what a tricky thing our psyche is. After taking a step back and looking at the situation I went to a local home improvement store and financed a washing machine. True, I could have waited, but it was stressing me unnecessarily.
Have you ever tried to push a shopping cart with a twisted wheel? That’s how it felt. I kept going, kept trying, because that’s what I do. I keep pushing because I know I can. I’m strong and capable, right? When I took care of my needs I realized how tiring my enduring had made me. When I stopped trying to push the broken cart down the aisle I could release the burden I was carrying.
What was I talking about? Pity party?
So, back to my pity party. What is your estimation of my mood? Was it because I really missed my children? Or maybe I missed the moments that seemed carefree? To me there were no better moments in my life than those when I could just sit and be there with my boys. Them and their little boy TV shows filled with whimsical characters and superhero outfits. I feel better now. Revived and refreshed. Somehow just taking the time for myself to remember that part of my life, the joy of it, has brought a smile to my face. I am no longer sad that I can’t have those little guys as a part of my life anymore. They are a little big for Power Rangers. I can now come back to my present moment and I can spread a bit of the whimsy to today. I realize I had unrealistic expectations of myself and I wasn’t allowing myself to live in the moment.
- I choose not to kill my soul with harsh criticism and unrealistic expectations.
- I choose to let joy and life flow through me, so that when the time comes I can also bring joy to others.
- I choose to be a part of life in the now and not above it. The future is sometimes frightening and I don’t want to face it but there is always a way. There is always a simple step. It’s not always the boastful, shiny, impressive way, but there is a solution.
- I choose to glean the joys of yesterday and like seeds in the garden, I will sprinkle them with honor and watch them blossom.
- I choose to honor myself, as I am, even all the jiggly parts.
- Causes of Cravings (ginashealthyhabit.com)
- Our life is NOW. Our body is NOW. (deepercravings.com)
- Girl Problems… The “P” Word. (rachellapchak.wordpress.com)
- Health + Wealth + Happiness – There is an APP for That! (martinechin.com)