I have been writing, but I haven’t been posting. I normally write a post, step away from it for a little bit then I re-read and publish it. Lately by the time I reread it I feel the post no longer represents my feelings, or the opposite it is so honest it is painful, so I end up not publishing it all.
I don’t care about being a good writer but I care a great deal about being completely honest. I also care about never forgetting how blessed I am, so it is very hard for this blessed self assured optimist to write about feeling unhappy. What I have been writing about lately has me being portrayed as a victim. oh poor me! There is nothing I hate more than playing the victim.
“You can either be a victim of the world or an adventurer in search of treasure. It all depends on how you view your life.” Paulo Coelho
At this rate I will never post anything again so, for better or worse, I decided to give you a summary of what all those unpublished posts were about.
- Being unhappy at work. Lately I am having a love-hate relationship with my work. I no longer feel comfortable there and want a change. By the time I re-read 3 pages about all that is going on at work I realized that it was the victim in me speaking. My job is the same and, although, some of the co-workers are different, their attitude are the same (demanding self entitled know it alls). I am the one that changed. I am probably just being more sensitive and a bit bored.
What I know is that being momentarily unhappy and uncomfortable can be a good thing. It can make me look around and see what else I could be doing. Looking around can show me that I have better than most people. I have a good job with a good salary and good perks. I am my own boss there. If I get another job I will probably have to deal with people telling me what to do. Nothing worst for an Aries and Horse to be told what to do.
More than once last week I felt like quitting on the spot. Mortgages and a credit line help me realize that I cannot afford to be impulsive. Every job has good and bad, and mine is much better than most. Why throw that away?
Why just write and complain if I am not going to do anything about it? and immediately I start thinking of what to do. I can improve myself in all areas so that when opportunities come knocking I am ready to answer. I can also create my own opportunities instead of just waiting for it. I can get my resume out to test the market, network, take classes, be more involved in my industry, improve certain functions on my day to day.
“A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty.” – Winston Churchill
- Being unhappy with my body. My hip hurts, I am addicted to sugar, my waist is not as noticeable as before, and the list goes on and on. Truth is my body is amazing and it looks great for all I put it through. I don’t do the hip exercises as often as I should. I eat so much sugar it is a wonder I don’t just melt every time I get under the shower. My 30 minutes on the elliptical machine is an absolute joke; it is just a walk on the park while watching TV. So why just complain to you about that? Why try to justify to you the extra pounds? I know what I have to do. Writing pages about the unhappiness with my body is another way of avoiding doing what it needs to be done: more moving and less talking.
Start slow, be consistent. It is not a race. Ignore the little voices distracting me from the hard work. I am one of God’s amazing creations and I am perfect!
“To lose confidence in one’s body is to lose confidence in oneself.”- Simone Beauvoir
- Being unhappy with some actions I want to take. One example: I want to see someone I know it is not for me. When I say “see” I don’t mean date, I mean meet, and if the mood is right take things further. I crave intimacy. I realized that in writing that, I really wanted you (the reader and friend) to give me permission. I wanted you tell me that it is okay to act in the moment, enjoy my body and forget about the consequences. How unfair of me to put you in that position, to either condone my actions or point the error of my ways.
I know better! I know that I am deserving of more. Amazing chemistry can be, well, amazing, but if there is no future it is just not for me. He is wrong but he is comfortable I know what I am getting into, I have been there before – The moment was amazing, the after was less so (and back then he was not kind of taken as he is now, he was just not right for me). I don’t need you to point out what a big mistake would be to revisit the past. Even though it would be exciting and fun, it would not be enough to make me forget my morals. There is also a little detail called “karma”. Knowing something is wrong and doing it anyway will definitely attract bad karma. Why should I invite drama and not keep myself free from entanglements and open for the good to come in.
“it is impossible to build one’s own happiness on the unhappiness of others. This perspective is at the heart of Buddhist teachings.” – Daisaku Ikeda
- I wrote about moments of total uncertainty, of so much doubt that I feel paralyzed. There are times I want to be rescued. I want a super-hero to step in and save the day, to show me the way, to guide me. Do you realize how difficult it is for me to actually write that?
At the end of the day I realize only I can rescue myself. The guidance I need comes from God and the Universe and is already within me. I just need to be quiet enough to listen to it. I need to tune out the distractions, the little doubtful voices of uncertainty and focus on hope and possibilities.
“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart.
…live in the question.” – Rainer Marie Rilke
Fear only appears to caution but not to paralyze me. Fear says: pay attention, this is important, so thread lightly. Troubles, problems, stress, uncertainty, discomfort, etc are all amazing sources to growth and wisdom. I want to befriend my fears, talk to them, listen to them. They have a lot to teach me.
Discomfort is also good to signal the need for a change. Nothing has ever been accomplished by people that were happy with status quo.
My list of unhappy posts goes on and on, but I gather from all this that my hesitation in posting certain things is because I don’t want to appear weak, depressive, lazy, needy, pessimistic. In those writings I seek comfort and approval. What an awful realization for someone so adventurous and self-assured like me . Or is this weak thing the real me?
I am blessed and complaining feels ungrateful and unjustified. But still I am human, flawed, imperfect, wanting someone to hold me and tell me it will be okay. In the end I am telling myself that I can have unhappy and weak moments but I don’t have to permanently stay there. I can see those moments for what they are: lessons to learn, test of faith.
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” – Rumi
What once was so natural to me: my optimism, now takes a little effort. But I am not afraid of challenges so I will embrace it all. I will concentrate on the positive, will make a point of seeing the beauty in everything and, most important, be grateful for all. I am opening my door to discomfort, problems, stress, unhappiness and all else, as I know that in the lessons and rewards they bring are limitless.
I will not freeze, even if slow, I will continue moving. I will continue forging ahead putting my heart and beliefs first. God has my back and is my strength, what am I to fear? Who am I to question that?
I will value myself and I will choose to be with people that value me and that make me feel good about myself. I give 100% and I am deserving of 100%, I am not settling for less, even for a moment!
I am not re-reading this, as I am already second guessing myself if I should post it. So please look past the typos and grammatical errors and take a dip in the murky waters of my mind.
“Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second’s encounter with God and with eternity.” – Paulo Coelho