Perfectly Beautiful
Thordora writes Spin Me I Pulsate and is an amazingly gifted writer. I’ve nominated her for a September Perfect Post Award for this gorgeousness:
Writing is Easy….
To see more Perfect Posts, go to Suburban Turmoil and Petroville…
Congratulations!
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Resurfacing after a faster than can be believed vacation at Semiahmoo (pictured above). It’s absolutely breathtaking there — the beach the sky all gray and Fall-like, the lodge cozy and warm…. Great coffee and chocolate and sleep and rest. And no mind-altering substances of any kind. Admittedly, a very twitchy couple of hours leading up to the fancy dinner (could I make it without ordering some amazing wine?) Phone calls made to support system, dark chocolate consumed against the urge and phew! Made it through. This vacation was just a small taste of what we’ll hopefully muster later this year or early next (a real, longer than one night, vacation away from the kiddies and the worries and the houses and the jobs)….
Until then #13 has never been so lucky.
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12:49 am |
All I Ever Wanted..
The other half and I are going away on a lovely overnight to one of the beautiful destinations in this gorgeous part of the country… Thank God for grandparents!
Serenity and peace to all this weekend. Or scheming and peas… whichever works.
#11
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11:14 am |
Lust in Translation…
“Can you pick up my drycleaning on your way home, honey?” ==== “Tonight will you wear leather and pull my hair?”
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7:59 am |
The Truthfulness Project
As we get older, as our lives become more complicated and layered with friends, family, children, work, homes, it becomes easier and easier to stop telling the truth. Many of us turn to blogging in order to find and express our true selves in a way we are too afraid to venture in real life. The smiles and weather-discussing and mama-shop-talks are no substitute for deeper relating, even with our spouses, those we are supposed to be closest to in the whole world.
And that’s the crux of the issue: As we grow older, as I’ve gotten older, my list of ways I’m supposed to be seem farther and farther away from what I truly am. This disconnect, between the inner and outer person grows into a dead zone, a covering up of the passionate heart, the filming over of dreams and zest for life. Is this what a midlife crisis feels like?
For some, the moment of truth – the realization that one’s life is becoming an out-of-body experience – comes during the 23rd hour of work on the 7th day of the week. For others, when they realize their family is not their family after all, but a poor substitute… something less than they deserve. Still others, fight the inner fight truly and deeply and face inexplicable sorrows along the way.
When other bloggers are honest about their struggles and self-doubts, it always strikes me as so beautiful, so courageous, so heartening. But isn’t it funny how we can pour out love on others and leave only a small pittance for ourselves? Deep breath. Here goes:
My Truths:
1. I focus on my children so that I don’t have to focus on my faltering marriage and on my less than super-mental health.
2. I sometimes drink too much in order to vault myself to another space — one less rife with self-doubts and haunting questions about love and fidelity.
3. I neglect self-care in order to make sure I work hard enough so that my children will have what they need. I’m an outspoken advocate for my women friends getting what they need, but often do absolutely nothing for myself.
5. I am loved deeply and needed by many people, but I do not have a significant relationship in which I feel truly understood and in which I feel free to speak my mind.
6. I dream of having a happier lust-filled primary relationship and I’m petrified I might not be able to get there from here.
If buying a camaro, growing a pony tail, and getting a young girlfriend is a male version of a midlife crisis (cartoonish but still), what is a woman’s version? Angst and 1pm glasses of wine? Seems like a rip-off to me. I’m going to have to do something about that…
-Rachael
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5:17 pm |
and clearly she married well
Marriage is not my strong suit. Friendship, motherhood, dancing around, working hard, reading voraciously, finding joy in small things? These are some of the things at which I excel. Marriage? Not so much.
I read entries like this, or this, or even this, and there is a part of me that truly feels like I’m standing outside a restaurant window watching a couple sharing a candlelit dinner. I’m outside in the incomprehensible alien universe. They are on the inside. And they just understand.
I can see us, B and I, faltering under the weight of all of our responsibilities. I can watch us trying to catch up with the lost dove of romance. I can see him waiting for me to adore and cherish. And yet I fail. I watch myself fail.
And I wonder why I can’t love him the way he deserves? I cannot even begin to understand how others make these things work. Or, put another way, I’m a student in the slow class of love.
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