A different Christmas…

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This current year began with so much hope and a positive outlook that it would be better than the last.  So far, 2021 has been like traveling on a winding road, bringing us back to the starting point rather than to a new beginning.

I think all of us share the same determination with trying to get back to anything normal.  Especially during the holidays.  Yet, we take a few steps forward and a mother-load of steps in reverse.  It’s sad, in so many ways, especially as we prepare to celebrate what should be a joyful time of year.

The dynamics of the ongoing virus war against humans, and all the protocols involved are exhausting.  Still, most of us continue to forge ahead, just trying to make it through one more month, week or day.  I’d guess that all we can do is to throw caution into the wind as we attempt to plan family gatherings, shop until we drop and try to enjoy the Christmas season.

My home will be missing family and the usual holiday chaos.  The decorations are up, the tree is a magnificent presence, taking up almost half of our living room…but that’s it.  My usual holiday frenzied behavior is nowhere to be found.  At least for this year.  In the middle of it all, I’m feeling and sounding much like Scarlett O’Hara, fists firmly clenched and determined that tomorrow is another day and next Christmas will be different.

It damn well better be, as God is my witness!

 

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Just the facts…

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Being what it is these days, life brings many random situations where we dig down deeply to find some meaning.  We quickly put some narrative together in order to find meaning…or the truth.  Sometimes, it’s difficult to separate the stories we tell from the truth and that…can cause pain to others.

Facts are the foundation of a situation.  What often follows are how we interpret a story, moving on to pass judgment, either negative or positive.  Therein lies the problem when there is no separation from the truth of a given matter, just the story we’ve chosen to create, possibly to make some sense of the events in our lives.

Sometimes, we need to pause, stopping to think if the story in our head is true, especially when we spin it around so quickly, we don’t realize it.  In some ways, this is almost selfish because we’re separating the truth from what we choose instead to believe.  Comforting, to us.  Not to others.

Caught in every situation is a story, deep in our minds.  In that, we separate ourselves from others, even when that story is a pleasant one. Or, we have a need to separate ourselves from the emotional journey involved in that story.  We have a need to feed our ego, keep it separate and superior, and, by passing judgment on a situation, or someone, even ourselves, we accomplish that task.  We are, each of us, in this moment and that changes with a different moment.  That’s life, awash in all of its almost daily complications.

If we try to separate those nagging facts from the stories we choose to create, it’s a positive.  Accepting situations and people we can’t change takes the gusto out of the emotions involved in much of what we want to share.  It can be difficult but we need to find the balance.  

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Write a blog post inspired by the word: separate.

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Juggling life…

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“There are two basic motivating forces, fear and love. When we are afraid, we pull back from life. When we are in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement, and acceptance. We need to learn to love ourselves first, in all our glory and our imperfections. If we cannot love ourselves, we cannot fully open to our ability to love others or our potential to create. Evolution and all hopes for a better world rest in the fearlessness and open-hearted vision of people who embrace life.”
― John Lennon

 

For most of us, our innate emotional response to danger, and threatening situations is…fear; a different response than with our everyday concerns.

There are times when silence evokes a fearful inner response and I’ll turn up the stereo, turn on the television, text a friend, just to fill in that overly quiet void.  I will talk to someone in an attempt to fill in that silence but maybe I’m just reluctant to see something and try to avoid these feelings by any available distraction.

Stress…another matter, difficult to pinpoint but, boy, do we know it when we feel it!  I often find myself backed into a corner, pushed beyond all reasonable limits when it comes to coping with any rough situation.  And, yes, I am, very threatened and doubt my ability to deal with a given matter successfully.  I think we all are, at some point.  What happens then is exhaustion and that awful feeling of burnout; the end result becomes a mixture of negative motions mixed with a big dose of cynicism.  For me, at times, and for others, this helps to get through a problem but the down side is with the impact that this chronic stress can have on our health. 

These past months have brought an unwelcome mixture of both fear and stress to everyone just trying to survive the pandemic.  Lost jobs or employment, like mine, which has been scaled down to an almost non-survivable level.  Each day begins with hope that some normalcy will return, each day ends with having that optimism squashed by some news report.  My personal fear is focused on just how long I can be a passenger on this train of uncertainty.

I’d love to have the chutzpah like Rizzo, in “Grease”, when she climbed out the window and said “I’m gonna get my kicks while I’m still young enough to get em!” but, that’s not realistic for me, at this point in my life.  At least the climbing out the window part.    I like working, running in six different directions, juggling schedules and just feeling damn productive in my life.  What I’d like most is to not give a rat’s ass about everything that continues to control life, especially mine, at present and enjoy what’s left of my ride around the sun.

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop:

               Write a post inspired by the word: stress and…Write about something you are afraid of.

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