Scary Monster

Every once in a while I am struck by the Overwhelming Sadness. It hits at odd times, but usually when I've been under a good deal of stress and haven't had much alone time. Yesterday morning was one of those times.

I use the term "struck" because that's exactly what it feels like - a blow to my soul that takes my breath away. I try to fight it but wind up losing - i.e. curling up in the fetal position until life looks a little more doable. It's difficult to explain, even to those who love and know me best, but mostly there's a sadness of such proportions that I feel like I could never cry enough to get it out. It is completely about the loss of my parents and everything that entails - sorrow for the little girl in me, anger for the teenager who desperately needed support, disbelief that my child/future children will never know their grandparents... each time there are different reasons to be sad.

I know this sounds so self-absorbed and self-indulgent, but the Overwhelming Sadness takes a form that seems inconquerable. Yesterday, while laying in my bed letting it wash over me, my son came in the room. He wondered what was wrong. I said, "Mommy's sad". He patted my hand and said, "Scary Monster, huh?" That's about right.

Cocooned

My husband, son, and I have recently moved into a new home. It's the first we've owned and it fits us perfectly. I can't wait for the end of the day so that I can go there.

Before I met my husband, I would walk in the neighborhood near the apartmeent complex where I lived and look into the warmly lit windows and sigh. Now some of those windows belong to me. I get to go in and feel that feeling.

Home.

Six Degrees of Separation from Death

Recently, there was a horrific accident in the town where I work. It reminds me of a strange phenomenon I've observed about people when this sort of thing happens. They want to indicate how the event relates personally to them, and will stretch far and wide to find some connection to the people involved. Why is this?

In my life I have been far too close for comfort to death, disease, and the dying process. I want nothing to do with it. I hate to admit it, but when I hear of something like this I breathe a sigh of relief that it wasn't me or someone I know. I do feel empathy towards the family, but I'd rather not think of it at all. It's just too much.

Why are some people wanting to get closer to it? This is something I don't think I'll ever understand.

Procrastinator.

So, I put a fairly important bill on top of the computer keyboard so that the next time I used the computer, the first thing I would do would be pay that bill. That was 2 1/2 weeks ago. The bill is now under a usb cable and a Post-It pad.

Mostly I don't want to pay this bill. It's vehicle tax. I didn't have to pay vehicle tax until I moved here. I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO PAY IT. But I will. Just not today.

If it makes you happy...

I just love that Cheryl Crow song. The problem is, I never really know what makes me happy until I'm already in it. In fact, I seem to be most miserable when I'm TRYING to make myself happy.

I recently got something I've been wanting for a long time. Then I sat there waiting to feel the bliss, the excitement, the all-out Yee-Haw-ness of the situation. Nothin'.

My husband said, "Maybe we're just not meant to be happy all the time." Thanks a lot Mr. Sunshine.

But then I thought about it. Happiness comes from stuff or events, and is fleeting. Joy is deep-rooted, part of the soul, flowing through our very being. Once I caught on, I realized, like the folks in Oz, I have had joy all along. I just couldn't feel it because I was too busy trying to be happy.

Forecast: Chance of Intermittent but Occasional Blogging

I am, quite possibly, the worst blogger ever. "Intermittent" does not even begin to describe my blogging behavior. It reminds me of all of the other hobbies I've had throughout my life - the remnants of which can be found in various boxes in the attic. Well, I'm dusting this baby off. Time to get back at it. At least for today.