Maybe just poke them with kindness...

When you feel like someone is doing all they can to hurt you or take something away from you, wouldn't it feel so wonderful to turn and say whatever is on your mind? To say just the thing that will put them in their place? Unfortunately, for me, I have recently discovered the answer is "No". I have never been in this position before. I have been hurt many times in my life, where someone "tried to take me out" and for whatever reason, I usually felt isolated. I felt like no one was on my side; I was the outcast who was left to suffer on my own while everyone supported that very person who had hurt me. I remember wanting everyone to walk straight up to them and tell them that what they were doing was wrong; to not talk to them anymore or fire them or stop being their friend. It has happened again. Someone is out to get me. And this time? I have everyone on my side. Just what I've always wanted, right? Wouldn't it feel great if everyone just stopped talking to her? If she was told she would lose her job if she didn't shape up? And if I just turned to her and said "Ha! No one agrees with what you've done and you are going down! I hope you get just what you deserve!" No, no, and no. I had a moment yesterday, a brief moment where I wanted to say it. But I didn't, and I won't. I used to love the phrase "kill 'em with kindness". Now, when I think of that phrase, it means something very different to me. When someone is trying to hurt you, surely they must have had a lot of pain and sadness in their life to feel jealousy and angry so strongly that they would go so far as to try to snatch happiness away from someone else at whatever the cost. Instead of lashing out, send them some love and hope they find happiness in their life so they won't feel the need to take it from others. Instead of killing them with kindness, shower them with love. This is what I know I should do and what I will do. It doesn't mean I have to forget about myself and my own needs in the process. But what would it hurt to just love her anyway? To hope that she finds all she is looking for, whatever would make her happy, and at the same time not allow her to take mine away from me? But, there is that part of me (hmmm...I wonder what part that is? Oh hello Mr. Ego, why is it again that you EXIST?) that says "Why does she deserve that? She isn't a nice person! She is trying to hurt you! Give her what she deserves!" But what purpose would that serve? It would only make matters worse; she would be even more angry and I would feel nothing but guilt, not a feeling of justice being served. So when she skips around the office whistling to herself as she hangs on to the hope that she will be able to stop me from enjoying my new position, I will just take a deep breath and let it roll off my back. I will be civil and kind, focus on taking care of tying up loose ends here at work before I go, and hope that she finds happiness some day because she deserves it just as much as I do. God loves her just as much as he loves me. "That's hard to believe!" Shhh..ego...shhhh......quiet now.

It is fascinating to me how much life has to do with balance. I heard once that someone asked the Dali Lama what the key to happiness was and he responded with just one word: "Balance". I can't tell you how much I believe that to be true. What made me think about that today? Well, I took the day off to do...what? Well, nothing really. I just wanted a day to myself. Kind of funny, actually, as I used to hate so desperately to be alone. Then? Then, all I wanted to do was to spend all of my time alone. And now? You guessed it, a little bit of both, thank you very much. Balance. I was able to sleep in today. So nice. Usually the sun is up and I am up. It just doesn't feel right to me, I guess, to sleep the day away. Sure enough 7:30 hit and, eyes wide, I sat up in bed. I decided to give it a shot and got back under the covers. I laid there, sort of just enjoying the quiet stillness, and to my surprise drifted back off to sleep. It wasn't until about 10 minutes until 9:00 that I woke again. Feeling nice and rested, I got up and headed straight for the coffee pot. What to do with my day? Naturally, I went straight to facebook, then on to youtube to get a Gavin fix. After checking emails, seeing what was going on in the world, and playing with the cats; I moved on to things I don't get the chance to do very often. Laying in the bathtub and reading; plucking my eyebrows, shaving my legs, painting my toes. You know, girl things. I am a girl, just in case you hadn't noticed, but have never been a "girly-girl". I like to look nice; wear make up, put on some high heels, a sexy shirt and some tight jeans. But, I am also comfortable in my knee length slippers, baggy sweater, sweat pants, with no make up on and my hair in a pony tail. What do I feel my best in? Somewhere in between there. I started to work on my eyebrows and found myself taking a good, long look at my face and thought "What happened? Where did these wrinkles come from? And my eyelids? They are beginning to droop". There are wrinkles in between my eyes and lines around my mouth. I can't lie, taking the time to really look at how "old" my face is starting to look could prove to be a bit depressing. But you know what's beautiful? I can move my face around and up and down, contort it any way I like, but the only way those lines will match up is if I smile. I smile and I watch the skin of my face slowly draw in and finally find its home in between those wrinkles and lines. My point? I would never have botox or any type of surgery to fix this. I will age gracefully and embrace all of changes my face will go through. They are part of who I've been and part of what I've become. They represent the fact that although I have struggled a great deal in my life, mostly self-inflicted, what I have done more than anything is smile. But, I won't let myself fall apart either as many women do. I will continue to pluck and shave and primp; wear make up, wear cute clothes that make me feel good, and make the most of what I have. I will find comfort in the happy medium. It's like that with everything in my life. With drinking, dieting, and exercising; with money and with love (some for you and some for me). And I know that it's what I am longing for with where I am at spiritually. I have gone through many changes in this aspect of my life and I am still searching for that happy medium. I am looking for a nice balance between what I feel is true and what I want to be true. And I like that about myself. I like that I don't have to label myself as anything. I don't have to say "I am a christian" or "I am a Buddhist". I believe a little of both, to be honest. I don't get stuck under the umbrella of one belief system and that gives me the freedom to search and explore. I don't have to say "I like country music" or "I like alternative music". I like all kinds of music and I love to sing. That's what matters. Music is a part of me; a very big part of me. I used to walk into a room and think "I hope these people like me". I went from that to walking in and thinking "I hope I like these people". And now I don't think anything really; I just hope we all have a good time. Allowing myself to like whatever I like, to think and feel whatever I may, allows me to find a balance, to live in the happy medium, and allows me to be a bigger, fuller person. I don't have to be a specific kind of person. I don't have to be anything. I simply have to live my life; trusting myself, my instincts, and my heart. Not wanting or needing to be something, but instead, just allowing myself to be.

Happy

Maybe I should change the name of this blog? I came up with this title, over 2 years ago, when I felt like I was just about there, where I wanted to be; content and at peace in the present moment. It was almost as if everything I have learned in the past two years was already there, inside me. Like I knew it, but couldn't find the words to express it or hadn't a clue how to put it into fruition. I was almost happy; teetering precariously on the fine line between just accepting my life as it is and all that brings with it (a sense of balance, a feeling of peace, and thankfulness for everything I have...even the simplest things like the fact that I'm alive) and going on about my life the way I had been; pissing and moaning about all the things I wanted and didn't have, playing the victim, dwelling on problems, and making everything INTO a problem. I think I know what it was that tipped the scale and although, at the time, I could never have imagined being thankful for THAT, I am very thankful, indeed. But there is no borderline anymore and, aside from being human, no disorder. There is just happiness. I am certainly not implying that I am happy 100% of the time or never struggle with things; I do, all the time. The difference now is that I finally understand that happiness is a choice. No matter what happens, even though I might catch myself getting wrapped up in worry or frustration or disappointment for a moment (or sometimes two), I now know that I can choose happiness over any of those other states of mind. I can choose happiness and I can choose it every time. All I have to do is just surrender. And surrendering is not weakness, it is inner strength. At times I am blown away by how simple it really is, how easy it can be. And sometimes it isn't easy, sometimes I fight it and find myself just simply wanting to feel bad. But, all I have to do is remind myself that I have a choice, that happiness IS a choice and ask myself this simple question: "Why wouldn't I choose it?" I have yet to come up with a logical answer for that one. So, no more borderline and no more disorder.

Putting things back in perspective

I don't know why I only post to this blog, what, once a year? That part of me that yearns to get thoughts and feelings out lies dormant, most of the time, I guess. I like to call it my "pensive" self. I would say that for many years this was a dominant part of my personality and now, well now it is simply a mood I get in to now and again. And sometimes, I need to purge to put myself directly in the spot I need and want to be: right here, right now. It's Gavin's fault. I start listening to him (really listening, not just background noise...but the whole "Oh wow, look at what he said there, etc.) You get what I mean. And suddenly my thoughts begin to wander here and there and I do my best to keep up with them. So here are my scattered thoughts for the day:

I miss my guitar. And I wish I knew how to play the piano. I used to be able to play the piano when I was younger, but I could only play really simple songs. And, in regards to my guitar, I can only strum (picking is out of the question). This is a coordination thing, isn't it? I would love to be able to play for myself, to accompany myself on either the guitar or the piano, while I sing. Because I love to sing. And wouldn't it be great to be able to write music too? So many things I WANT. Like what I've just mentioned and a home of my own, and a family of my own, and some new clothes. It is so easy to get caught up in the things we want and easy to forget about the things we have (over and over again it all comes back to "complete acceptance of what is"...bless you Eckart Toelle). So, I'll allow that to roll on off my back, and go on about my day. Run my errands (I have a car) and head home (I have a place to live). Then I'll work out (I have the motivation to keep my body in shape). Then I'll make something to eat (I have enough money to put food in my belly...mmm...spaghetti with whole wheat pasta). Then I'll plop down on the couch and study for my test (I have the passion to learn new and interesting things) with my cats by my side (I have many "people" who love me). Ahh...perspective. *sigh*.

Mothers and dating in your late 30's

I have a date tonight. I'll go ahead and call it that, but I am not looking forward to it. Why? It never leads to anything. It could! You never know! That's what you're thinking and I can understand that. But believe me, after 11 years of being single and several scattered unsuccesful dates, one tends to sort of shrug instead and say something along the lines of well it's better than being whipped and hung by your toenails.* I don't want to go. But I'll go. Needless to say the last thing I need is more attention or drama attached to my "date" tonight. So what does my mother say to me? Call me tonight when you get to Melissa's. What?! Are you kidding me? I am 37 yrs old! And I am smart mother!! I'll be fine! So she, as expected, gets upset and goes on about how Dad worries about her because it's normal and natural and she certainly doesn't feel the need to remind HIM of her age and intelligence. Sigh. We both closed out of IM and let it go. Sometimes it's best to sit on things and take a breath before one attempts resolve. So I waited and finally I told her what I thought. Our conversation went something like this:

Lori Jean says:
sometimes I don't know why things upset me. I am going to assume that somewhere in my brain, probably surrounding my not really wanting to go tonight because it never leads to anything which makes me think about why and will i ever have it? which makes me think about how i don't have a family of my own either or a home. and sometimes, not always, but sometimes that makes me feel down about
Lori Jean says:
myself
Lori Jean says:
and like a kid, immature, who doesn't have an adult life. that's probably why.
Lori Jean says:
but i only get ONE mom
Lori Jean says:
and if i had my druthers
Lori Jean says:
i'd choose the one who wanted me to call because she is afraid i will be abducted
Lori Jean says:
over and over again
Lori Jean says:
i would choose her
vernie mae says:
lmao
vernie mae says:
you mean the "freak" mom?
vernie mae says:
lol
Lori Jean says:
yep that one
vernie mae says:
it's OKAY lori
vernie mae says:
i'm pretty sure i was jewish in my last life, and the risidual jewish mom thing is still
vernie mae says:
active
Lori Jean says:
oy vey!

If you read my last post you can now see just what I meant when I said that I am forever grateful. I look at what she wrote there, and think about how funny it is. And I almost feel slightly ashamed. How could I have been so angry? I have a mother who loves me, who thinks the world of me. I have a mother who cares about me, who worries about my safety and well being. I have a mother who can't imagine what life would be like without me in it. Does it get any better than that?

I do hope I won't be abducted. God does tend to have a pretty good sense of humor.

*My sister and I have always said that about being whipped and hung by our toenails. I have no idea where it came from.

Blue(ish) Christmas

Although I feel I look 27 and act 19 the majority of the time, judging by the looks of my hands I am, in fact, 37 yrs old and 40 is fast approaching. How did I get here? And so quickly too?? It is interesting how aside from the number, the years that have gone by, and the experiences you've had; the experiences you have NOT HAD can affect how old you feel. I tend to find myself in this place, mentally and emotionally, when I know the holidays are approaching. As I know I have mentioned in past posts, and when I say past I am talking ancient times here as I tend to post approximately once every 6 months, I am the only individual in my pool of family and friends who is not married and either has or will have kids. And I am the only person who understands the simple fact that THIS MAKES ME FEEL OLD. Wouldn't you think it would make me feel younger? I am single and relatively do what I like without having to answer to someone else or take their feelings, wants and needs into consideration. Wouldn't that be exciting? Wouldn't that make you feel free and...well...young? Nope. Not me. It makes me feel old. Old. Old. Old.

I recently downloaded some Christmas music to my ipod. And this is related to what I was just saying. I promise. I was in a rush as I usually am when I am attempting to download music at work where anyone who walks by can see my screen; so I clicked on anything that looked like Christmas music. To my surprise; as I was humming along, merrily working away and not thinking about my age and all the things I want and do not have, the song from Jim Carrey's How the Grinch Stole Christmas, Where Are You Christmas? came on and I found myself in tears. It goes something like this:

Where are you Christmas?

Why cant I find you?

Why have you gone away?

My world is changing, I'm rearranging, does that mean christmas changes too?

Where are you christmas?

Do you remember the girl you used you know?

You and I were so carefree, now nothing's easy.

Did Christmas change? Or just me?

I am sure it seems odd that a song like that would make a person tear up, but for me it summed up just the way the holiday's make me feel. For me, in my heart, Christmas is the same as it was when I was a kid. I have no family of my own. My parents and my sister and brother are my family. For them, however, their spouses and children are their immediate family and Christmas is now about the excitement surrounding their children opening gifts on Christmas morning. I sleep on the couch upstairs and stare at the tree remembering when my sister and brother and I would all sleep in the same room and fantasize all night long about the wonderful and exciting toys we would be getting the following morning. How we would sneak out of our room to take a peek at the stockings. How we would wake up in the morning and run as fast as we could to see all the presents under the tree. How we would play together all day long. As we got older, the playing became trivia, cards, drinking wine, and socializing with the friends we had invited over for the day. So even though the toys changed the simple fact that we played stayed the same. Now they have three kids each and although they try to sit at the table and enjoy a game of euchre or trivia they are constantly up and running around getting the kids something they need or changing a diaper or, God forbid, taking a nap. Don't get me wrong, my family means the world to me and I am forever grateful to have them in my life. It all boils down to the simple fact that things have changed for them, but they have not changed for me. I find my own things to do and am happy. I look forward to exchanging gifts and watching my neice and nephews open the presents I spent forever picking out for them. And although it may be 9:00 pm by the time we all get sat at the table, I look forward to the playing; the games and the laughter we share. I am blessed and I know it. I am also lacking something and that's ok. I am old. er. but I am also young. And I hope I never lose that.

Be Careful What You Wish For

A comment Karen left on a post from awhile back:

"Toes crossed too. And since I have no fresh thought
of my own I will rely on cliche. You really never know
what lies around the next corner.
Here's hoping he is tall, dark, naked and funny."

I bended that corner. And? To sum it up: he is definitely tall, dark-haired (which is a form of "dark"), funny in his own way, and as for naked? Well, sometimes he is. And I am surprised. This is the most accurate word I can attach to the overall feeling surrounding me lately. Surprised that he is still around. The fear referenced in the post Karen had commented on did all it could, did it's very best, to prevent me from giving him a chance. There were times I thought for sure it had won. I have told him twice now that I only wanted to be his friend. But he has not gone away and I am thankful for that. Mostly, however, I am surprised. I have allowed myself to get to know him. I have pushed past that fear and all of the doubt and worry and nervousness and allowed myself, given myself the chance, to find out who he is. Even when I thought I couldn't do it, or when I didn't think I WAS doing it; I could, I was, and I did.

As for that fear? I know it is hiding out somewhere, I can feel it lurking in the darkness, crouched in a corner. But it's like a distant fog. It's a place I could go if I wanted to. And sometimes, in spite of myself, I go there. I hang out for awhile in that dank and miserable place until (usually by the grace of people who love me) I am pulled out of it. So it isn't that I don't have that fear anymore, it's that I choose not to let it get the best of me. What a wonderful, new, and freeing feeling that is.

I know now there is nothing wrong with me regarding my abilities to feel and express love; to experience it. I used to say that I had somehow lost the ability to love someone. I actually thought it possible. Looking back, all I can think now is: what a ridiculous notion! Funny how something so ridiculous can feel so real when we are so afraid. Afraid of what? Of never feeling it or of feeling too much. Of hurting someone or being hurt. Of missing out or of throwing away something that will never come again. I don't know where all of this fear came from, but the one thing I do know is that I won't let it stop me from taking a chance. I don't know where it's going, where it will take me, how it will end up, what I will feel or won't feel, but I am not turning away and hiding behind fear. Give it to me, I'll take it; whatever IT is and whatever happens. I'll give it a shot man even if if means hurting him or getting my heart broken. Bring it on.

Neverending Bliss

It happened! It finally happened! All of my dreams came true yesterday when, after 37 years, I walked down the aisle and finally tied the knot! And let me tell you folks, he is simply amazing! I have never been so happy in my life! He is a little quiet, to be honest; a bit stiff really and isn't very active. As a matter of fact, he hasn't said much. And I don't want to call him lazy, but in all honesty, he hasn't really moved around too much either. But I don't care! I love him!

We have been moving fairly quickly (she blushes), as you can see from the picture on the left. We have already been blessed with twin girls! Just what I have always wanted. They are so grown up already! My how time flies. It seems like only yesterday when they were itty bitty babies and I could hold them in my arms.


Anyway, I have been so excited I just had to share! I know you are excited for me too. Unlike my cat, Possum, as you can see. When I told her? She didn't even blink! She didn't even move a muscle. I turned to her, on my wedding day might I add, and said: "Oh, Possum! This is just so wonderful! Can you believe it?!" No response. Nope. She just simply shifted her position and let out a sigh. And just as I turned back toward the church, I could have sworn I saw her roll her eyes.