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The Story of My Body

Photo Credit:  absolutearts.com

Photo Credit: absolutearts.com

My body tells a story.

Every scar, every wrinkle, every stretch mark, every tattoo, every gray hair,
Reminds me of who I am and where I have come from.

It tells me that once I was a daredevil on roller skates and a bike,

That I have laughed millions of times, and that my face has been salted by tears.

It shows the marks of a mother’s love;
one whom I have had the pleasure of loving intensely and close-up,
and another from far away who will never understand the limits of my love.

See my love for nature, and my birthplace, and one of the most beautiful flowers I know because of its wildness and simplicity?

And my longing for water because it soothes the turbulence in me?

See my desire for flight from all that binds my soul? My longing to cast off others’ ideas about me and my quest to be beautiful in my own right and to love freely?

My need to feel balance in my life which seems so off-kilter at times because of my intense passions?

Oh, and there’s that graying hair,
Peeking through the fiery red I have applied which represents my personality so well.
I will never let the world see my true age, at least in my hair, because I feel younger than my 43 years.

Do you see my story?

Look closely.

My body?

It sings my song. . . .

**I came across this while I was digging through files in my computer today in search of tax information. In another month I will be 45. I have more wrinkles. I have more scars. I have more gray hair; which I now attempt to cover with something besides the fiery red. My body still sings my song. Nothing will silence it, but in the end it’s just a house. A house for my soul, which is the most beautiful part of me.

Because of all who came before you. . . .

You’re grown. . .you can do this. . .he is going to show up. . .why do you think he’s going to show up?. . . some of the other guys didn’t show up. . .always let you down. . .you can’t count on a man to do what he says can you?. . .but he’s not those guys. . . you have to give him a fair chance. . .what’s fair? nothing in life is fair is it?. . .fair, as in, he said he is coming, so believe that he’s coming. . . do I have to believe in him?. . .isn’t that like having an expectation. . .shouldn’t have expectations. . .no expectations. . .really? I need to be able to expect him to show up, shouldn’t I?. . .I think that would be the bare minimum for expectations. . .yes, just have a little drink, just to calm your anxiety. . .if I still smoked I would be chain smoking. . .I need to change my perspective on this. . . how to do that. . .he would be foolish if he doesn’t show up because I am awesome. . .so I’m not the most beautiful woman, or the smartest, and I don’t have the perfect body. . .but fuck you, I look good for 44, and I am attractive, and guys check me out. . .and I am smart, I am well-read, and I know lots of shit. . .and I’m talented, and I’m interested in a lot of different things, and I have a karaoke machine and I can cook, so really what more would you want??. . . and thank the hell, the boy has some manners and just texted to say he is on his way so I can relax a little. . .

*This is the kind of tornado that runs through my head because of the experiences I have been through with men. My self-esteem is shit. I can act like I am all that and a bag of chips, I can pretend I fucking rock and that I’m great, and make everyone, even some of my best friends believe it, but I’m not. I have absolutely no idea why a guy would want to take the time to come see me, or date me. I truly believe I am the “fuckable, but not dateable girl”. God, I have to stop that fucked up thinking!!

The Confines of Love

“Tis the hardest part of life,’ he said, ‘to be half of something and yet remain whole.’ –Edward Berry, “The Widow’s War”

I read a lot; to the detriment of my housework. As I read,  certain lines or passages in a book often catch my eye, and I will mark that page with a separate book mark so I can go back later and write it down.

The line above jumped off the page at me yesterday, and for good reason. It is an issue I struggle with regarding relationships. I think in the 80’s they started calling it codependence, and people started writing a lot of books about it in the early 90’s. I used to own many of them. I even read a lot of them, but it didn’t stop me from “being codependent”. I continued to lose myself within the confines of a relationship.

I suppose using the term “confines” almost makes a relationship sound like jail, and for some people it can be. For me it often is. It is a jail I make for myself. Sometimes the walls are put up quickly, almost right from the beginning, but other times the walls are built over an extended period of time. Quickly, if I am in a bad spot and not feeling confident and my self-esteem is poor, over time if I go into it being my typical, head-strong self knowing I won’t accept anything less than a man who wants me for being me, until the worry about whether he will continue to love me like I am, sets in.

Is it possible to remain to whole when you’re half of something? Can one remain the same person within a relationship that they are without a relationship? In a sense I think it’s impossible to be the same person alone, as when you are in a committed relationship. When it comes down to it, we are all altered by our interactions with other people, whether within a relationship, or just in passing. Allowances have to be made in order to be a “couple”. Decisions are made as a team, as opposed to being left to an individual. You have to consider another person’s thoughts and feelings, or else the relationship is one-sided, and really not a relationship at all.

In my head, the only way to not lose “me”, within “we”, is to choose a partner who is accepting of me and the person I am, and for me to stay true to myself. I can’t hide who I am, I have to be comfortable with who I am, and allow a man to see the real me and all the light and dark that is me. I have never been in a relationship where this has occurred, so I doubt it really exists. I read other people’s blogs though, and think that maybe it does, or at least it seems to. Real or imagined, I know it’s what I want; to be in that kind of relationship where I can just be me and be loved without judgement, or stipulation.

How about you? Do you think it exists? Have you experienced it?

“You ain’t done nothing wrong. . .”

“. . .you’ve just been lonely too long.”  That’s a line from a song.  Maybe you know it, maybe you don’t.  Music sings my life–it always has, and it always will.  I could dig deep into my brain and come up with a song for pretty much every situation in my life.  That’s the song my brain pulled out tonight, because I am lonely.  I am lonely, and I feel stupid.  Dammit!  I just called myself stupid, and I said I was going to try being nicer to myself!  I would never think of calling anyone else stupid,  yet I call myself stupid all the time.  It’s unacceptable, and I need to stop.

Anyway, back to lonely.  Loneliness leads to sadness, which leads to self-pity, which leads to doubt, which leads to. . . .too much texting of The Zen Master.  Foolish girl!!  I say to myself. . .have you really stepped in it this time?  You’ve already worried once this week that you stepped over the line.  Thankfully, he didn’t think so.  But now tonight, it’s like you thought you needed to text all this shit to him to get a response?  A reaction?  Yes, both.  Both, because he rarely texts, and when he does it’s a few words, and usually not more than a couple of texts at one time.  So, did you just try to call him then?  Because when in doubt with him, you should always call him.  Yes, I tried to call, but he didn’t answer.  Lately when I try to call him he never answers.  Is it just bad timing, or is it something else?  So, you didn’t get the reassurance you were looking for?  No, I didn’t, so I texted him again.  And?  Still no response.  Hmmmm.  My son and I are supposed to go to his church tomorrow.  Wait a minute!  You don’t go to church!  Yeah, I know, long story, we’ll discuss it later.  Anyway, now I am feeling like maybe I shouldn’t go, but I told him I was coming.  But I also texted him and told him I was feeling like maybe I shouldn’t come.  Well, if you told him you were going to be there, then why wouldn’t you go?  Well, because I am feeling like an ass for all the text messages I sent him that went unanswered, that’s why!  I am tired of looking like an ass when it comes to men, and I am afraid I am going to wind up looking like an ass again!  Why do you think you always have to push past the point of reason?  You know if you would stop worrying about everything under the sun, you probably wouldn’t push past that point.  Yes, I am aware of this.  You’re not telling me anything I don’t know.  I just get on these tangents, and it’s like I can’t stop myself from the texting, because I want to know.  I want to know right now if he likes me, or if he wants to see me, or if he thinks I’m crazy, or pretty, or. . . .Fuck, it’s no wonder I don’t have a boyfriend.  Maybe I am certifiable.  Maybe, you just need to stop worrying so much about what he thinks about you.  Either he likes you or he doesn’t, and even if he doesn’t, you will live.  You have survived worse.  Much worse, in fact.  You know what?  It would be his loss if he doesn’t.  I might be my own special mix of bullshit and crazy, but I am an awesome person!  I am loving, and passionate, and I am creative, and funny, and I can cook a great meal and keep a house, and I can do lots of other cool shit.  So basically I just need to stop trying so hard, huh?  I need to stop acting like I need to sell myself to him all the time?  Yes, you do.  Be nice to yourself.  Plus, maybe he’s not even the guy for you.  Maybe he’s not good enough for you!  Remember your own value.  Stop selling yourself short.  Be kind to yourself.  You are a good person.  You have this amazing passion for all things you care about, and not all people will understand that.  If The Zen Master doesn’t get it, then he’s missing out, because you are capable of loving the shit out of him!

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