Life has a funny way of making you prove things.
I wanted for Lent to write everyday. As a matter of focus, a matter of making time for me. Last week wasn't having any of that. I worked late everyday, and each day was filled with not only stress of projects undone, but the growing intensities of corporate grown up life. By Friday night, i could not even be tempted by food, i only wanted to go home sit in the silence and read. Eventually i ate some yogurt, happy in my living room like it was the finest of restaurants.
If I didn't know i had a work/life balance problem, it's only becoming more clear. The problem is, How do i make it better? To be sure, i don't know and i only hope that is a product that comes with patience, time, and prayer.
As is, i am apparently quite loopy and unpredictable. As if something in me has snapped and all i have left is wacky, sarcastic and creative. I rather like it, but my co-workers seem to think i'm on crack or that i've cracked up. Honestly i'm not sure they are wrong, but i don't think i mind either. I recognize that mind is seeping some, but it makes me feel so much better to dream a little and take time apart to draw comics and make delivsh remarks of my superiors.
I've also been rereading Twilight. I never used to reread things, ever. Once i knew what was going on I simply didn't care anymore. But with twilight, its not that i know what going to happen - becuase in a certain sense you always knew what would happen, but rather that i like feeling with them. For most of my life, i have been in a relationship. Now that i'm not, and haven't been for nearly a year and half, i've found i miss that part of me. Not all of it, becuase in some many ways i'm not really ready for it all agian. But i miss being in love. i miss wanting to deperatly to kiss someone, to stroke their checks, to come up behind them and wrap me arms around their neck. When i read, its like i have some of that. It reminds me and gives me faith (although i know this is a silly fear) that i am still me, a lover, a sentimentalist even though i'm with myself. Secretly I'm terrified that when it is time to date agian, that i will have forgotten how to love, how to make love, how to be coy and cute. I have no fears that i can be patinet and trustworthy, that i can be solid and resound, but i do fear that i will not know how to be vulnerable and weak, not to how to cry and allow myself to be held.
For those of you who know me, these seem like such silly fears, they are so very unlike how I have always been. But when we grow up- when we intentionaly grow, Do we grow away from who we have always been. In part that is our hope, becuase undoubtly we did things that did things that were childish and foolish, but do we also lose our ability to love like a child; have faith like a child?
Loving the Flare taught me that i could love like i had with 726, but i still got burned. Faith is difficult in the fire, even though we have been told that God purifies in the fire, that he forges us. Its still scarey.
Take My Life, and form it
Take my mind, Transform it
Take my will, conform it
To yours, yours, Oh lord.*
*While I've nevder wholey subscribed, and still don't, to the full meaning of this song. I can't help but admire the faith. Life is something we form, we make and when we do, we have to potential to be anything we are brave enough to become.
So Take this Life and Transform It
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