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Clear Transition

It’s beautiful.

Simply beautiful.

The sun is shining on my face and for the first time in a little while, I do not feel.

No, that’s not true. I feel. I feel good. Wow. And it’s been a while too because I’ve been going through some changes and I have NOT enjoyed the process for a second. I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper into… I’m not sure what. I know that depression is serious business and I did not want to get myself into something that I may not have been able to get myself out of.

But how could I stop this sinking feeling? I looked outside and I hated what I saw. I talked to people and had no interest in what they said. I wanted my old life back; the one full of smiles and promise and success. All I did was pine for yesterday; if only I could get yesterday back.

So I’m pretty deep in… whatever this is. And as much as I loathe my surroundings, I can’t stand this feeling either. My legs feel thick and swallowed up. I just want to stay in bed and sleep the entire day away. I walk around with a frown, desperate for someone of the opposite sex to look at me and take this internal pain away. If only I had a significant other. Life is so difficult on my own. It’s so much less fun.

Wait. How, aside from a 30 foot 90 degree drop can I not get myself out of something? Something I feel, no less? All it takes is willpower, right? If I have the right amount of willpower, I can get myself out of anything…right?

Ok, so I’m going to get up, walk outside into the sunshine and make the change. Okay, here I go… down the stairs, open the door and BAM! Sunshine!

I said “sunshine!”…

Yeah, it’s a nice day. But who cares? I’m still not where I want to be, surrounded by people I really don’t want to be around. Is there any amount of willpower to make me feel the way I want to feel?

Ah, okay, so maybe I should ask myself “how do I want to feel”? I want to feel like I normally feel: happy to be alive and grateful to be where I am. Okay, that’s a nice start. So how do I get there? If I knew that, I would be there.  Man, this is so tough. I don’t want to move but I know I have to…

How about flipping this on its head? What would I do if I wanted to feel good? I would grab my bike and ride to a place that I thought was really nice and just give myself some time to adjust. Can I do that now? Yes, I can. I don’t have any impending things to do; no work, no chores, I’m ok to go. Alright, I’m going to do just that, let me get my shoes on grab my bike.So here I am. At the place I think is nice. And it is. It feels nice to be away from my room and my bed. How am I feeling? The same … no, a bit different. Just a bit but it’s a start. Wow, that took a hell of a lot of energy to leave the nest. I want to find a nice spot on the grass and just sit.

Alright, what do I know: I know that I can choose to feel how I want to and right now this is how I’m choosing to feel, based on how I’m perceiving the situation. I want to make the choice to change my feelings but I don’t feel the impetus to do so. I just want to wallow in my sadness, I want to feel lousy for myself and drown in the little pond in front of me.

That pond reminds me of a story of a man who went thoughtlessly from place to place, without attaching himself to anyone or anything in particular. He simply did what he found himself doing and one of the things he did happened by a river… and when looking back, the man realized that his life was about learning and being aware of where he was to learn what he needed to learn in order for him to progress and move on. Am I so different from this man?

I wonder; if I simply allow myself to feel that my journey is not over, that I am only near the end of the beginning, will that help to lighten the blackness I feel so entrenched in? I want to make the choice to see myself in that way. There’s a mantra I used to use: “I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be with exactly who I’m supposed to be with”.

I think… I think I feel something inside of me shift. Can it change that quickly? Yes. I’m alright and out of the muck. I no longer want to drown in the pond. I’m going to take my shirt off and enjoy the sun.

It’s beautiful.

I’m happy to be alive.

And I’m grateful to be where I am.

Fearful Heroism


Seriously, I’ve been staring at this screen for about half an hour and I’ve got nothing. I’ve started this article three times and it’s all been pretentious crap, like I’m some kind of poetic blogger. It’s been a awhile since I’ve blogged and I just… well…I don’t think I’m ready to write. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’ve had plenty of ideas but they weren’t just right, you know? Each one of these articles is a piece of me and I really want to give the appropriate piece. And I’m not trying to avoid it, I just don’t want to screw it up.

Ok, maybe if I find out what’s going on for me, I can get some work done instead of just mull around and pretend to be busy. So I sat down at the computer after making a promise to write this week. I clicked on the page and boom, froze. Like I have nothing to say. But there is plenty going on inside of me, just nothing that I want to admit to the world. I mean, I don’t want to come off as some kind of weakling.

Wait a second… screw it up? Weakling?

I remember being in school, fifth grade in English class and the teacher would say “let’s write a story” and I would flip out (in a good way) because it was so easy for me to just get a story started. I ripped off plenty of ideas but put my own spin on them. At one point, I blatantly stole a title from a well known children’s author by replacing two words: fourth and nothing with fifth and something. I wasn’t afraid to make things my own.

And here I am, tens if not hundreds of years later. And I am afraid. Continue reading

Post a Week 2011


If you’re a regular reader you’ve probably noticed the badge on the sidebar (visible on the main page) that says “Post a Week 2011.”  It’s an initiative (as is “post a day 2011,” which I’m just not man enough to commit to) that came up with this year to motivate bloggers to write more regularly.

What does this mean?  Well, it’s basically a guarantee that there will be at least one post here every week for at least the rest of 2011.  Which shouldn’t be a shocker, as I’ve been posting every week since Sept 2010, but it’s nice to have a more official flavour to it.

Enjoy your internet wanderings!  For more about Post a Week 2011, click on the badge on the sidebar.