I’ve been gone awhile from writing and I hate that. I don’t have the time anymore. I don’t make the time anymore. Life has gotten a little out of hand in the past month or so. Our family is going through yet another transition and this time I am the one left struggling.
Three of the four of us are in new schools or for me a new job this year. We are on a new schedule in new buildings trying to make new friends. Even at 43 this is not an easy thing to do. It’s an adjustment. I started the new transition first. And I know I chose this change. I wanted this change. I didn’t want a career in my field. I didn’t want a lot of responsibility. I didn’t want to be stressed at the end of my day. Well, I got all of that. I also got a job where I don’t feel like I fit. I don’t feel like I have found my place yet. I was hoping to settle in and be at peace in this job and just get through the day and leave it in the office. But I don’t. I don’t because I am unsettled.
Unsettled summarizes where I am in every aspect of my life.
For one, I don’t understand the meaning of life anymore. I don’t know what I am doing anymore. In fact I don’t even know who I am anymore.
It’s like a never ending merry-go-round. I think I am figuring things out and making some progress and then the next thing I know, I am feeling lost and confused again.
I don’t recognize myself anymore. It is like I was desperate to make changes in my life and be different and live different that I actually lost who I was. I have changed, so much since Pat died…yes this is true, but I am also the same. I think that is the part I forgot. So much changed so fast that I lost track of who I am at the core of my being. I was living a life that I thought I wanted for myself when in reality it isn’t me at all. I have been trying too hard. I hate to admit that, but it is the truth.
Just let it be. Just let it happen. Be in the moment and see where it goes.
This has been my intention. But it hasn’t been my reality.
I’ve been left struggling with the meaning of it all. Why any of it matters. Why we keep going and trying and pushing forward. I mean I get it. Life is about love and learning and growing. I get that. What I don’t get is why we keep running around in this rat race of our society. Why we keep trying to make money and buy stuff and impress others and just do things in general that honestly don’t really matter. I just can’t seem to figure it out.
I think that is why I keep trying to find a new way of living. I don’t like this. I don’t like the way I feel I have to live in order to get by.
But there are some things we have to do…we just do. Ia m not naive. I have to work to support my boys. I have to provide them the basic necessities of life. I have to give them what they need to develop into the people they are going to be and live their lives the way they want to live their lives… But the most important thing I want to provide them is the perspective on life that I have now. This is important to me. I want them to know that there is more, so much more for them out in this world.
None of the STUFF matters. There is no need to have more stuff. There is no need to have the newest and greatest things available. It is important to just soak up the love around you. To live a life you want to live…whatever that may look like and no matter what anyone else thinks of it.
I am trying to live this truth myself. I think this is what I need to find the peace and happiness I am looking for. But it is not easy I tell ya.
On a side note…I am doing pretty good these days. The loss of Pat has settled in and I have found a home for the loss deep in my heart. He is always with me and I believe he is guiding me through all the turmoil I am living through. He is helping me figure it out and helping me see the light. I have always been a bit stubborn and I am sure he is quite frustrated with the length of time it is taking me to find my peace, but I know with him beside me I will find it. I also believe he has brought people into my life for me to find happiness again. He wanted me to be happy and to figure it all out. And that is what I am going to do…eventually.
For now I will stay on this ride and I will continue to go round and round until I finally figure out where I am supposed to be and how I want to be living. And then I will finally decide to jump off of this merry-go-round and finally fully live again. I am so close.
Widow with Wings 