Quiet the Chaos, Honor Your Story
Life, reflection, and aging. If mid-life is here, what I am in it?
Little by little, the lack of passion went unnoticed, and within a few years, when passion no longer became my priority, another new ‘me’ emerged. She wasn’t adorned with fire and thrill. Nope. What I wore looked more like something I’d call ‘content’.
I have to admit, I haven’t studied her in a long time. When I stopped and looked, I see new creases in places that were once smooth, and eyes that look a little saggier. (I won’t mention where else things may be saggy, ha!) My hair has begun to frizz in small sections. I even seem shorter!
Many people who know me, know I’m a self-admitted airhead. Why do I call myself that? Well, no matter how hard I try, I have more ‘duh’ moments than I care to admit! It’s just a part of who I am. I was once told I was quirky- I’m still not sure if that was a compliment.
..Whether I was folding socks or watering the rose bush, I was actively participating in a life that I’m trying to make sense of.
..my eyes were constantly glancing down the small stream that wound it’s way through the path. I reminded myself that the waters would, at some point, pour out into a body somewhere. I cringed slightly, knowing, in that space of openness is where I find myself often...
...My life has been a long stream of currents in the world of parenting, marriage, careers, and living. I’ve come to the end of those times in a way (except marriage)… I’ve come to the mouth of the river. I’m being dumped into the body of an ocean I’m unfamiliar in. As I find myself paddling for my life, I look around and see waves and waves of life around me...
..and you're left quiet, because the alternative would probably be bad, and not your style...
What do we face with bipolar? We face deep depression. We also face sky high mania. Addictions that only rear their ugly head in the center of a manic episode. Alcohol, drugs, sex, attention, adrenaline.. We face anxiety. We face fear.
We face the many complex parts of ourselves we wish didn't exist. There's only one way we are capable of doing this.
..I hate the feeling of inadequacy and failure, at everything. Satan always coming at us through our weakest points. Even those small, unimportant things, like not vacuuming. FAIL...
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