I’ve struggled to come up with a post lately. One that resonates with people; one that transcends what you or someone you know or I might be going through. That’s what these posts I do every Monday are supposed to be.
It’s Normal, But What’s Normal?
As I grow older and face those inevitable things one does in different stages of life and as I look at life in general — how this or that is supposed to be, I’ve come to a conclusion. We all do the best we can at any given time and we rely on distractions, this, that, to keep our sanity.
I wish someone had written a rule book or guide book on how to deal with all the shite that comes our way. But there isn’t one. We all just figure it out as we go along.
I love the ways in which our lives have opened up. The fact that I can write this, and someone will read it and think, “Yes, I’m there, I understand.” And, I know the flip side of that from my parents. They grew up in an age where you didn’t reveal intimate details about yourself. You stayed strong. You only revealed that to family and maybe, just maybe, a friend.
I don’t know what is the “better” way. I don’t think it matters. As I’ve watched a loved one struggle through something, I’ve learned things about him I’d never known. Would there have been a different outcome had he had someone whom he could have confided in on a broader scale? I don’t know.
Maybe it’s all just distractions. We all put things off — the things we say we really want to do — by doing this or that. Getting this job or that one. Making this amount of money until we finally DO WHAT WE REALLY WANT TO DO. Or we don’t.
I had a conversation with my loved one as we were in ICU one night. We were watching a program about Arizona, a place he’d always wanted to go and did, ten years before “life” caught up to him. He said, “When I went there, I felt as if I was home. We bought a camera for that trip and then lost it before we got home.”
Then he started crying.
“It doesn’t matter, you’ve got those images here and here,” I said, pointing to my head and heart.
It wasn’t the camera he was crying about. I think he was thinking about those wide, open spaces he loved so much and maybe how he got distracted by the things in life that we all get caught up in. Those distractions that keep us from sometimes appreciating the things we really love, the things we say we’re going to do “someday.” The things that make us feel joy.
We all go through these pivotal events that change us forever and I think they teach us the most valuable lessons about ourselves. That we can screw up and “fail” and it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that at some point, we do those things we say we want to do and live life the way we want life to be. And not give a good damn what anyone thinks.
Until then, we let things distract us until we’re ready to become who we’re supposed to be.
That’s what I’m going to take solace in. All those distractions and voices inside my head that tell me I can’t do this or keeps me from getting what I say it is I want.
That giant inside us that distracts us and gives us false information sometimes.
“My giant goes with me wherever I go.” Ralph Waldo Emerson
It’s up to me to tell my giant every once in awhile, “Leave me alone, you’re staying here and I’m going to do want I want.
Happy Monday everyone.
What’s been distracting you lately from doing what you want? What are you going to do about it? I’d love to hear your plans/suggestions!