Compositions

Simulation

I had woken early in the morning, acknowledging I had not dreamed of him in the night and resolute to not dwell on it.

However, after I fell asleep again, I dreamed I had in my hands his previous university attendance portfolio which showed various classes he had taken and he had accumulated an even greater amount of student loan debt than I have.

He had chosen my same gamble to invest in a future with the goal that someday more than enough money would be earned to comfortably pay the loans back.

Luck and good fortune had favored him, therefore, it could still favor me.

When I dream of him, I am given messages of acceptance and loving inclusion which restore my pride’s status – and I realize just how much circumstances harmed me by this positive contrast to their negativity.

I wake up from these dreams of him with a new option on how I would like to view and feel about everything, knowing that a cherished and beloved peer thinks highly of me – even if only in my imagination.

Stream of Thought

How I Am

Just when I gain any recovery, I immediately leap forward again as if I am a participant of a race and cannot stand to get behind expanding from constant learning.

As I clear up leftovers from the past, not only am I prepping to delve into more English training, but also new therapy modalities to add to my clinical abilities.

Compositions

A Plan That Can

I began writing, as many people do, in an attempt to uncover the real me. I keep shifting and adapting constantly, amending and accomodating to help clients and family.

We all shift ourselves daily to some degree, but what shocked me the most, which I have been trying to amend, is that as much as I cared for him and was there for him through the worst of everything, my husband did not want to be with how I wanted and tried to be.

I never want to go through living alone again with only a body next to me and the spirit inside far, far away on some other destination where he would rather be. It is better to be alone and free than enslaved and bound to relationship anarchy.

I do not want just a home body committed to me. I want to be with someone who is adventurous and full of positivity. This could be expressed in a variety of forms of internal and external reality: I desire invested interaction.

Someone who is dynamically expressive, yet also likes to relax in downtime for our inward retreats. Someone who likes how I think and feel from simple expression to complexity – and who also desires my interest in their cares and passions.

After writing so many years in privacy, I thought I better come out to “the streets” and start letting myself be heard and “seen.”

How else is my match going to find and get to know me? We likely do not travel the same circuits, if he’s an independent like me.

Stream of Thought

Releasing Presure

As I have community now, which equals more resources in options for self care improvement and senses of positive reinforcement, I begin to unravel those knots which stayed tangled no matter how I worked at them on the mountain.

It has been confirmed that my eyesight and perceived overwhelm with inability to think straight at times is from my neck and shoulder tension pulling to compress my neck vertebrae into pinching nerves when muscles begin further tightening when I must act quickly to timelines.

And while I still have little control over when and how this happens, I can begin working at my psychology to reframe this away from feeling as if I have become a weakling and am dwindling into incompetence to feeling proud I am on my way to hopeful recovery.

It is startling how much losing my ability to feel healthy and endurant had eroded my self confidence, and I feel grateful relief that I can attend to shifting this

Compositions

The Garden Boxes

Loath to become overwhelmed from past associations again, I had been delaying unpacking the garden boxes to see what was in them.

However, with the joyous momentum of having enlisted a neighbor and now friend’s help in getting the foundations of this year’s gardening efforts underway, I opened them in the search for wood screws he will be using to create a large planter box for as many snap pea plants that I can cram into them.

To my delight, I found the peacock stained glass picture, our door mount, and the lovely drop-shaped and rounded colored globe lights we never had the chance to hang – saved for our new home’s spring occasion.

Stream of Thought

I Cut My Hair

I had just gone to the stylist this last week and was proud of my hair having grown suddenly (for me) to halfway down my back over this last year.

But, after this last session, something bothered me. It didn’t feel quite like me anymore, though I remembered how enthralled I had been at its sudden growth spurt as if trying to show we could compete after a man I had liked got a new girlfriend

My hair floated around me as if I were an enchantress in some hidden forest, and I had enjoyed the effect – but for some reason, I was itching to be set free.

So this morning, I got out my flat and texture scissors and cut it back, slowly, until it was returned to its usual positioning, just at mid shoulder level.

It looks and moves better…it flows with me.

I feel lighter and imbued with candid authenticity.