stream of conciousness and realizations...


i have never been a sad person.
never down in the dumps for long,
never depressed,
always easy going and looking for the silver lining.

but lately.

lately
i don't know what is wrong with me.

i'm down.
i'm lethargic.
i'm sad.
i'm blue.
i'm empty.
i'm doubting myself.

and today
i forced myself to get up off the couch
and read a little of
writing down the bones
which inspired me to pick up a pen
and in doing so,
i think i may have come to some realizations.

i think the photography business
impacted me much more than i ever realized.
i think that, while i enjoyed doing it last summer,
and while i loved the attention my photos were getting,
i also got scared.

i'm not good with expectations, with judgements,
with deadlines and guidelines and restrictions.
it makes me shut down.
it makes me not want to do it anymore.

and to be honest, with my new job, i really don't have time
to do it anymore like i was...
which doesn't mean i don't want to do it anymore,
i just want to cut back which i thought would make me
happy because it would mean that i could pick and choose
what i wanted to do. i could charge what i want...or nothing
if i want. i could let go and just do it for me without the restraints
of "doing it for a living".

but what sucker punched me
is this strong permeating feeling of
failure
that i am feeling.
of not being good enough.
of not making it.
{even though it was my choice to slow down.}
but i feel guilt, shame, embarrassed
and i have not picked up my camera in months.

this is what i need to come to terms with.
this has been MY choice. i didn't fail.
i CHOSE this route, this way, this path.
i chose it.
i have to let go of whatever bad feelings about this
that have been dragging me down
because they
are
sucking
the life
out of me.

and secondly.
i stopped writing here. i stopped writing period.
i stopped the morning pages. i stopped scribbling.
i stopped reading blogs because everything i read
made me feel inadequate and reiterated that i was not
able to do it all.
but i realize...i need to write.
and i need to write here.
and i need feedback from people who may have some sense
of what i am talking about, i need to be able to spew and vent
and release without censoring my words for fear that
those that "know" me will think i am losing my mind.

i don't need someone to fix me,
but i do need somewhere to drop the pretenses,
to let down the safety guards
and open the floodgates...
and i need to find my way back to where i was...
when everything was fun
and possible
and bright and ideas made me happy.

climbing the stairs

last night
i dreamt of climbing
never ending flights of stairs
people ahead of me
people behind
not sure where i am going
but ok with the fact that
everyone seems to be going to the
same place
until the people behind me
disappeared
and i could feel my anxiety rising
wondering where they went...
what did they know
that i did not.

the end of the weekend list



5 reasons why i'm not ready for the weekend to end...

1. i didn't finish the laundry or buy any groceries
2. i didn't mow the lawn
3. i want to lay on our bed again tomorrow morning with
the window open and my head on your chest and listen to
breath, listen to you laugh...
4. i want to read another chapter of my book
5. i want another day.

i thought i would but then...


i thought i would get out early this morning,
jump on the treadmill,
do seven loads of laundry,
shoot out the door, camera in hand...
i thought i would make a meal plan,
buy groceries,
get 10's haircut,
buy an amazing gift for 14 to give her
boyfriend-of-one-year yesterday for their big date tonight.

i thought i would
but instead
i ended up making grilled cheese sandwiches
for 10 and his friend
after they burnt the first one to a crisp.

and i had to take a nap with tylenol in hand
after a major headache happened while on the treadmill.

and i ended up holding 14 after she screamed out in fear
following an intense anxiety attack
and she sat on my knee and let me stroke her hair
and mumble unerring reassurances into the
top of her bleachblonde sweet head.

i sat on the couch with 14 and her cousin
watching the described video format of a bad movie
because they thought the description was amusing
and i didn't want to stray too far from 14.

i stole 15 minutes on the step in the sun to read
a little of my book and breathe in the fresh cut grass air
and now, i am typing this willynilly while i wait for
14 to get ready for her big date so i can drop her off,
get 10's haircut and buy groceries all the span of
an hour and a half...

but this is good, this is fine.
i am reminded all the time that there will be more moments
of them
not needing me
to come...
and that i should be here, be present
for the moments they still do.