I will forget to say if I don't tack it on this post: I finally got my biopsy results Friday - normal. So I have to wait on a follow-up on the 28th to see whether there is any further pursuit of the test results that *weren't* normal. Ah, medical Battleship . . .
I've been thinking a lot again lately - my worst habit, right? I was worried for a while that I was repressing emotions and that was why I've been feeling strangely level . . . not happy, that's different, but level. But looking back I think that a lot of the times when the reaction is to cry or pitch a fit it's because you feel that things are happening TO you and are out of your control. If you take responsibility, it's a double-edged sword -because you run the risk of blaming yourself for things you can't control and that aren't your fault. (I come from a proud familial tradition of guilt and I never ever forget any mistake I think I've made.) But it also puts the power in your hands - if you want something to change, you can change it. Ultimately, why would anyone want to be a victim of life? Mind you, that's NOT true about everything - some things really aren't in your control and there's nothing wrong with being upset by them. I'm talking about learning to tell the difference. Otherwise, ALL the good things that happen to you are coincidence or luck - and the bad things, you're the universe's bitch. Who wants that? (Unlike in anime/manga, being the universe's bitch does not get you cool powers, hot BF/GF, or a giant robot.)
There are a lot of things over which we have no power at all and can never change; but people have so much more power than they know. The bad thing that happens to us when we grow up is that we stop believing in the possible; that's probably why they need kids to pilot giant robots, because adults wouldn't believe they could. We learn to be afraid of possibility and take the easy path, and I am long since certain that the easy path is almost always the wrong one. Resistance builds strength, we know that in workouts, why should it be different in life? If you can unlearn being afraid, then all those possibilities are open again, aren't they . . .?
Of course, there is a wide, toothy chasm between resolve and realization. I don't know what to do with myself feeling okay and *that* is causing anxiety. The image I have is sitting in a rowboat on the ocean - I've been so preoccupied for so long with weathering the storm that I don't know what to do with calm. What direction was I headed? Am I even moving? I'm not paddling hard enough. Am I anchored down without knowing it? Is it just that the opposite shore is so far off it only seems like I'm going nowhere? And shouldn't I be ferrying other people in this boat? (But whether or not to be driftwood - that's a choice.)
Yes, doing is worth a thousand times thinking. But the thinking is about forgiving myself for some things so I can move forward. I let everything that mattered fall apart without even realizing, and I hardly know where to begin to fix it. I'm talking about it because . . . well, words are powerful, too, aren't they? For me and maybe for other people.
Since you are here, have a warm-fuzzies music video I meant to share some time ago. I do not promise that children will come out from under your coffee table but that may be just as well.
( happy song for lonely people )( lyrics/translation )