But I don't know, I've just felt like I got off track somewhere and I can't tell where. I feel like I'm failing, like I blew past an important juncture and it's too late to backtrack.
This morning I tried to remember what I used to do to blow off steam. Many years ago I'd drink and hang out with friends, find a guy to flirt with. After I got married I'd go to garage sales and find projects around the house to do. That's also when I started writing seriously. I started blogging and that was a tremendous help in keeping my sanity as an isolated mother of small children. Then I started getting too much traffic to feel comfortable spilling my guts, but I found I didn't have much else to spill. Household projects I used to enjoy became too large for me to do on my own.
The final blow to my serenity has been college. I'm doing well, but the work is always there like a specter hovering over my shoulder. There is no time to find a new outlet for my anxiety, much less implement it. In a way, I'm more isolated than I was before I came back to the world, despite working with a great group of women at the library.
Maybe my life is changing to fast to keep up with, and I feel like I'm leaving part of myself behind. Maybe that's all it is.
Monday, November 11, 2013
You know, Sarah, my instincts have been telling me that's what needs to happen. I used to have plenty of time to remind myself to trust (and to talk myself into it if need be), but with so much other stuff crowding my life now I can't even remember there is a process. I've never really doubted I'll get used to this business eventually, but I never thought about how it will feel while I'm getting used to it. But as you said, there is a process, even if I can't see it. Thanks for your encouraging words. :)
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