I really love General Conference. I really do. The truth is, I haven't heard a lick of it since Line was born. I don't know how you other Mothers out there do it, but between trying to help the kids learn the importance of listening to conference reverently, and trying to help them learn the concept of listening to the Spirit for personal inspiration in their lives while simultaneously wrestling whomever are the two youngest at the time, I end up not really hearing any of the messages. I'm banking on the fact that I'm receiving super blessings for my efforts in attending each and every session I can, and that some day I'll miss the wrestling and lack of reverence. But amidst all the chaos today, one thing was notably missing.
Naki singing along with all the hymns.
His absence is so painful on so many different levels. But today's level is the worst...the physical absence. Sometimes it's emotional, spiritual, goofy, routine, tradition, etc. Physical. Today's is so hard to experience, and is a difficult feeling to describe. I can actually feel the missing of him in the tips of my fingers, on the surface of my lips, the ringing of my ears, and the lack of the weight of his arm across my shoulders. As I was trying to process this feeling, it occurred to me that I'm experiencing withdrawal the way any of us do when we quit a habit, good or bad. This isn't just me missing him mentally, it's an actual physical sensation in my body as it tries to adapt to the withdrawals of Naki. When I get like this, it's best for me to avoid all things that trigger it even more, just like an alcoholic, drug addict, or food addict would. No pictures, sounds of his voice, smells, music, or familiar sites.
This weekend really didn't help any...it was the annual BYU Football Alumni Dinner, which Uncle Jr's band was playing at this year. I wanted to skip out so badly. It seemed more than I could do. But in keeping with what the therapists counseled in regards to keeping traditions as consistent for the girls as possible, I knew we had to go. They love going! It seemed so empty and almost pointless to be there without him. But the girls were ecstatic to go, eat, visit and give hugs to all those big football players, and dance to their uncle's music. Needless to say, not the best situation for my withdrawals. Then to have Easter and General Conference in the same weekend seems torturous and just plain awful. I feel like I have a siren and a big flashing light in the center of my chest that is just calling out to him, and it continues to beckon unceasingly with no response. PLEASE just make the pain go away.
I. Can't. Do. This. Much. Longer.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
Happy Birthday, Ane
It's hard to believe that it was our last 1 year old birthday luau. But reality is reality. We are the luckiest people because we have Ane in our family. It's ironic, since it took me the entire pregnancy plus the first 6 months of her life to accept the fact that we did in fact have a sixth child in this family. But God had a plan for us, and it is obvious that it would not be the same without our Ane-Boo.
Thank you to everyone who came to celebrate her beautiful life with us. I know I didn't get to talk to everyone who came, but wanted to tell you all thank you for taking time to show Ane how loved she truly is. I was so proud of her sisters, who danced a couple of numbers in honor of Ane. Many of you might not know this, but Naki is their dancing coach. He is the one who would practice their numbers with them, ensuring that they were as ready as they could be whenever they were to dance somewhere. Needless to say, I felt inadequate for the job. Let's be honest...we know the girls didn't get their dancing gene from me, that's for sure. Thanks to Auntie Mona for stepping in and reviewing with the girls. We all appreciated it!
And truly, there would be no luau without some food! Thank you Mom, Dad, Jr, Rex, and everyone else that I know helped make all of that yummy food possible. You guys are pros at this, honestly. The cake turned out beautifully, as always...Thank you Stacie. And the music was divine. All I truly wanted to do was sit down in one place and listen to them sing. Aren't they the best? To all of my sisters who were my extra arms, thank you! Thanks to you, I came home with all of the kids that I brought with me...not one got lost. :)
Thursday, April 1, 2010
The Never Ending Cycle
I havn't blogged much lately, not because I don't have anything to say. Come On! When has THAT ever happened? But I have reached a point where I honestly feel that most things I think and feel at this point are so repetitive and whiney, that it doesn't do any good to voice it aloud anymore.
I remember our therapists explaining to me the grief cycle and it's upward spiraling motion, which I'm pretty positive I've mentioned in a previous post. The concept is to visualize a tornado's shape. The emotions I experience in grief start out moving around the bottom portion, always bringing me around to the same emotions over and over, with not much time in between. As you work through the grief process, you metaphorically work your way up the tornado. Still moving in a cyclical motion, but with more time in between each emotion's expression. I will continue to experience each emotion, but the goal and the ideal is to eventually have more and more time in between each difficult emotion.
I don't feel like I'm making any progress in any of these areas. I've been told by the therapist to give it time...I'm still so much on the front end of this process...only five and a half months in. At a minimum, he said, I should prepare myself for at least 2 years. That, was ANYTHING but encouraging. I don't think I can survive in this world of mine, filled with anxiety and depression, for that long. I walk around with an actual feeling of tightening in my upper chest and throat, and am on the verge of tears most of the time. This doesn't feel survivable. I've cycled back to the emotion of exhaustion. I thought I could blame Eva's horrible sleeping habits on my extremely wasted state, but I think it's more than that. It is hopeful, knowing that I experienced this several times before, that it eventually goes away for a while.
My therapist assures me constantly that even though I don't feel it's possible, that one day I will feel happiness again. The very idea sounds ludicrous to me. I've tried to imagine myself feeling happiness again, and honestly the only way it seems remotely possible would be to forget Naki completely. How can I remember him and not feel incomplete? I worry that in order to find happiness it would require me forgetting him. Then one day when I die, after completing my life here, will I even have a need for him? The only way to have happiness is with him. So if I find happiness without him, then will I still feel the need for him in my life? If my life has to move on without him, I've done the math. That's very few years with him and many many without him. I will have lived most of my life without him with me. How horrible to think about. I've also thought about the happiness aspect from his point of view. So many people tell me that those who've died are so happy being relieved from their earthly sorrows and strifes. They are happy. Does that mean that he has any need for us anymore to feel happy? If any of this is happiness, then I don't want it.
Many people have told me that they are confident that Naki is concerned with the details of our lives. If that is true, then why don't I feel him near? Why don't I feel him, in ANY way? This feels like the worst break up. Actually, I never had a break up before. Naki was the only person I actually seriously dated, and we all know how that went. Why does him dying seem like such a desertion on his part, when I know he would never desert us? How can I possibly feel frustration towards him when none of this was his doing? Oh, how this frustrates me! I HAVE to work through these emotions, because I do believe that I will eventually see him again. I just don't know how I'll deal with all of the different emotions that I'm feeling towards him with all of this, logical or not. I guess that's one thing to feel positive about...lots of years ahead of me to work through all of these convoluted emotions.
I feel like I'm living the biggest guilt trip of my life. What I want brings sorrow for the girls, and I could never live with bringing them more sorrow. Thus, my guilt propels me to keep moving one foot in front of the other. Not a very positive motivator. But, I tell myself at least it's keeping me moving, somehow.
Seeing pictures of Naki provokes the strangest emotions within me. For the longest time I couldn't put words to it. Even though I knew he was gone, seeing him made it feel like he wasn't. Sometimes looking at his face is a strange experience because it feels like I am looking at myself. We are one. Since I'm still here, he must still be here. And since he's gone, I am too. It's complicated and difficult to explain.
I feel bad for Ginny. She has to live with me, and sees me emotionally naked and exposed. It must be so draining for her. I'm the eternal taker and she's the eternal giver in our relationship these days. But she never makes me feel badly for it. If anything, she just works harder to try and relieve anything for me that she can, never getting her own self replenished along the way. If I grow up to be anything like her, I'll be an amazing woman.
I remember our therapists explaining to me the grief cycle and it's upward spiraling motion, which I'm pretty positive I've mentioned in a previous post. The concept is to visualize a tornado's shape. The emotions I experience in grief start out moving around the bottom portion, always bringing me around to the same emotions over and over, with not much time in between. As you work through the grief process, you metaphorically work your way up the tornado. Still moving in a cyclical motion, but with more time in between each emotion's expression. I will continue to experience each emotion, but the goal and the ideal is to eventually have more and more time in between each difficult emotion.
I don't feel like I'm making any progress in any of these areas. I've been told by the therapist to give it time...I'm still so much on the front end of this process...only five and a half months in. At a minimum, he said, I should prepare myself for at least 2 years. That, was ANYTHING but encouraging. I don't think I can survive in this world of mine, filled with anxiety and depression, for that long. I walk around with an actual feeling of tightening in my upper chest and throat, and am on the verge of tears most of the time. This doesn't feel survivable. I've cycled back to the emotion of exhaustion. I thought I could blame Eva's horrible sleeping habits on my extremely wasted state, but I think it's more than that. It is hopeful, knowing that I experienced this several times before, that it eventually goes away for a while.
My therapist assures me constantly that even though I don't feel it's possible, that one day I will feel happiness again. The very idea sounds ludicrous to me. I've tried to imagine myself feeling happiness again, and honestly the only way it seems remotely possible would be to forget Naki completely. How can I remember him and not feel incomplete? I worry that in order to find happiness it would require me forgetting him. Then one day when I die, after completing my life here, will I even have a need for him? The only way to have happiness is with him. So if I find happiness without him, then will I still feel the need for him in my life? If my life has to move on without him, I've done the math. That's very few years with him and many many without him. I will have lived most of my life without him with me. How horrible to think about. I've also thought about the happiness aspect from his point of view. So many people tell me that those who've died are so happy being relieved from their earthly sorrows and strifes. They are happy. Does that mean that he has any need for us anymore to feel happy? If any of this is happiness, then I don't want it.
Many people have told me that they are confident that Naki is concerned with the details of our lives. If that is true, then why don't I feel him near? Why don't I feel him, in ANY way? This feels like the worst break up. Actually, I never had a break up before. Naki was the only person I actually seriously dated, and we all know how that went. Why does him dying seem like such a desertion on his part, when I know he would never desert us? How can I possibly feel frustration towards him when none of this was his doing? Oh, how this frustrates me! I HAVE to work through these emotions, because I do believe that I will eventually see him again. I just don't know how I'll deal with all of the different emotions that I'm feeling towards him with all of this, logical or not. I guess that's one thing to feel positive about...lots of years ahead of me to work through all of these convoluted emotions.
I feel like I'm living the biggest guilt trip of my life. What I want brings sorrow for the girls, and I could never live with bringing them more sorrow. Thus, my guilt propels me to keep moving one foot in front of the other. Not a very positive motivator. But, I tell myself at least it's keeping me moving, somehow.
Seeing pictures of Naki provokes the strangest emotions within me. For the longest time I couldn't put words to it. Even though I knew he was gone, seeing him made it feel like he wasn't. Sometimes looking at his face is a strange experience because it feels like I am looking at myself. We are one. Since I'm still here, he must still be here. And since he's gone, I am too. It's complicated and difficult to explain.
I feel bad for Ginny. She has to live with me, and sees me emotionally naked and exposed. It must be so draining for her. I'm the eternal taker and she's the eternal giver in our relationship these days. But she never makes me feel badly for it. If anything, she just works harder to try and relieve anything for me that she can, never getting her own self replenished along the way. If I grow up to be anything like her, I'll be an amazing woman.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Announcing Ane's 1st Birthday Party!
Hey y'all...I seriously am deficient in my computer literacy skill set. I just can't figure out how to get the invitation for Ane's party that I printed on some fun birthday paper to scan and upload onto here. I did it just fine with the flyer for the Fireside Fundraiser, but it just isn't workin' out for me this time around. Instead, I'll be posting it without the fun paper, but at least it will show you all the necessary info and her cute face. I can't believe it's actually our last one! Naki and his family always do all of the prepping, cooking, and serving, so I just wanted to give a huge thank you in advance for all the hard work they're all going to be doing in the next little while. Hope to see you there!
Okay...I'm taking deep breaths over here. I can't even get a plain one to post! Aaarrgh! So, here's the info.
Date: Tomorrow, March 27, 2010
Address: Windsor Main Street Chapel
1390 N. Main, Orem
Time: 4 - 6 PM
Contact: Abby at 801-787-8653 if you have any questions.
I think a computer class should be one of the first classes I enroll in when I get back into college. Seriously...this should not be this difficult!
Okay...I'm taking deep breaths over here. I can't even get a plain one to post! Aaarrgh! So, here's the info.
Date: Tomorrow, March 27, 2010
Address: Windsor Main Street Chapel
1390 N. Main, Orem
Time: 4 - 6 PM
Contact: Abby at 801-787-8653 if you have any questions.
I think a computer class should be one of the first classes I enroll in when I get back into college. Seriously...this should not be this difficult!
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Ginny and I watched a new television series called Who Do You Think You Are last night, two separate episodes. Ironic, I know, since I just wrote the other day about how there isn't anything on television that keeps my attention these days. But this show strikes something within me...the connection between us and our dead loved ones seems so close and strong after years of feeling such an abstract connection to my ancestors. It's easy to see why I'm interested...wanting to connect with my deceased family members. I replay over and over many different scenarios in my head of my highly anticipated reunion with my loved one. After watching this show the reality of how closely tied we are to those who seem so long gone has struck me strongly. I would like to be able to know the names and what my connection to them is of my family members that I will get to meet someday. We are connected. I need to get started on my family history.
One of the episodes traced someone's slave ancestors through Alabama, Virginia, and eventually back to Africa. The other episode traced someone's Jewish ancestors back to Poland. It was so difficult and heartwrenching to somewhat relive the history of two separate eras filled with such hate and discrimination. The horrific treatment of the Jews by the Nazis and the slaves by their owners was thought provoking and Ginny and I questioned how humans could treat other humans with such lack of honor and just basic respect. We reached some conclusions, the main idea being that in both situations people were able to motivate other people to act in a manner previously inconsistent with their nature by instilling fear in them. Their reasons for fear may differ, but fear is often the base emotion that brings out the devilish thoughts and actions in humans.
Today my therapist and I were discussing a sweet boy who was born with a physical defect and about how he is beginning to experience a bit of teasing from other children. "Why does that happen? Why do children do that to other children? In what way could they possibly benefit from picking on another boy or child that has done nothing to them but be different?", I asked him.
"Fear", was his response.
All the puzzle pieces fit smoothly and true in position in my mind and heart as a bigger understanding within me began to emerge. I could see the truth in his answer. We all do things that we wish we could redo...whether it was act under peer pressure for fear of not being accepted, not apply for a job for fear of rejection, not try something hard for fear of not finishing, not speak up or stand up for fear of looking foolish, the list can go on and on.
He then proceeded to tell me to prepare myself. The girls, even though they don't have a physical defect, would experience these fear-filled reactions from others throughout their lives due to their societal defect of their Dad being dead. He explained to me the importance of teaching them how to diffuse people's fear. "Fear?", I questioned. He explained that people oftentimes feel fearful at what they do not know or what they do not understand. There will be times when discussions will occur that include the girls, only to turn to a topic that others will not know how to handle, topics that in any way have anything to do with their Dad. It could be something as simple as someone stating something that their Dad told them yesterday, or someone talking about what their Dad's job is, or perhaps about their Dad's birthday. Suddenly they will realize the topic and will fear what the right action on their part should be. It can happen with teacher peers as well, or even family. It can sometimes result in the girls feeling isolated by others because they don't know how to handle the situation. The girlies need to be confident in telling those around them that it's okay, even though their Dad is dead he's still their Dad. And they don't mind talking about Dads at all!
Today I received some information in the mail that I'd been waiting for. You can send in a written and notarized request to the Medical Examiner's Office for a detailed report on the autopsy. I did that, and finally received said report today. I was so disappointed to find nothing in there that cleared anything up at all. As a result of reading about autopsy happenings combined with not learning anything new, I found myself today emotional and short with those around me. Not a good combination to add into my already cocktail mixture of maxxed out emotions. And then, in addition to that, I knew that this afternoon was the only available day to go around and pass out the invitations to Ane's Luau Birthday party.
This may seem insignificant to some of you, but it holds huge significance for me. Naki and the girlies and I always did this together for each of the girlies' 1st Birthday Luaus. It was such fun. He would organize the list of all the different addresses, making sure that we wouldn't have to backtrack anywhere, and then we'd get at it, leaving the side doors of the minivan open as one girlie after another would hop out of the car and run up to a house to tape the invite on their door, and would return to the car as another girlie was hopping out for their turn. Today we were almost finished and I thought we were doing grandly at our normally 1 hour project that had taken me and the girlies 2 hours to complete. But we'd done it! and had experienced lots of giggles in the process. I should know better than to count my chickens before they hatch... We were approaching two friends whose houses are across the street from each other. They were actually outside with their children, playing and working. It was Lose's friend's house, and in her excitement to deliver the invite she leaped from the car while I was still driving, ending up in an eventual face-plant on the asphalt. This has NEVER happened before and of course it was Lose it happened to. Uuugh. But, we triumphed! We completed our task, and are so excited to be able to get together and celebrate our precious Ane-Boo. I can't figure out why I can't get the invite to load up on here tonight...I'm a bit wasted and will try again tomorrow.
Love you all...
One of the episodes traced someone's slave ancestors through Alabama, Virginia, and eventually back to Africa. The other episode traced someone's Jewish ancestors back to Poland. It was so difficult and heartwrenching to somewhat relive the history of two separate eras filled with such hate and discrimination. The horrific treatment of the Jews by the Nazis and the slaves by their owners was thought provoking and Ginny and I questioned how humans could treat other humans with such lack of honor and just basic respect. We reached some conclusions, the main idea being that in both situations people were able to motivate other people to act in a manner previously inconsistent with their nature by instilling fear in them. Their reasons for fear may differ, but fear is often the base emotion that brings out the devilish thoughts and actions in humans.
Today my therapist and I were discussing a sweet boy who was born with a physical defect and about how he is beginning to experience a bit of teasing from other children. "Why does that happen? Why do children do that to other children? In what way could they possibly benefit from picking on another boy or child that has done nothing to them but be different?", I asked him.
"Fear", was his response.
All the puzzle pieces fit smoothly and true in position in my mind and heart as a bigger understanding within me began to emerge. I could see the truth in his answer. We all do things that we wish we could redo...whether it was act under peer pressure for fear of not being accepted, not apply for a job for fear of rejection, not try something hard for fear of not finishing, not speak up or stand up for fear of looking foolish, the list can go on and on.
He then proceeded to tell me to prepare myself. The girls, even though they don't have a physical defect, would experience these fear-filled reactions from others throughout their lives due to their societal defect of their Dad being dead. He explained to me the importance of teaching them how to diffuse people's fear. "Fear?", I questioned. He explained that people oftentimes feel fearful at what they do not know or what they do not understand. There will be times when discussions will occur that include the girls, only to turn to a topic that others will not know how to handle, topics that in any way have anything to do with their Dad. It could be something as simple as someone stating something that their Dad told them yesterday, or someone talking about what their Dad's job is, or perhaps about their Dad's birthday. Suddenly they will realize the topic and will fear what the right action on their part should be. It can happen with teacher peers as well, or even family. It can sometimes result in the girls feeling isolated by others because they don't know how to handle the situation. The girlies need to be confident in telling those around them that it's okay, even though their Dad is dead he's still their Dad. And they don't mind talking about Dads at all!
Today I received some information in the mail that I'd been waiting for. You can send in a written and notarized request to the Medical Examiner's Office for a detailed report on the autopsy. I did that, and finally received said report today. I was so disappointed to find nothing in there that cleared anything up at all. As a result of reading about autopsy happenings combined with not learning anything new, I found myself today emotional and short with those around me. Not a good combination to add into my already cocktail mixture of maxxed out emotions. And then, in addition to that, I knew that this afternoon was the only available day to go around and pass out the invitations to Ane's Luau Birthday party.
This may seem insignificant to some of you, but it holds huge significance for me. Naki and the girlies and I always did this together for each of the girlies' 1st Birthday Luaus. It was such fun. He would organize the list of all the different addresses, making sure that we wouldn't have to backtrack anywhere, and then we'd get at it, leaving the side doors of the minivan open as one girlie after another would hop out of the car and run up to a house to tape the invite on their door, and would return to the car as another girlie was hopping out for their turn. Today we were almost finished and I thought we were doing grandly at our normally 1 hour project that had taken me and the girlies 2 hours to complete. But we'd done it! and had experienced lots of giggles in the process. I should know better than to count my chickens before they hatch... We were approaching two friends whose houses are across the street from each other. They were actually outside with their children, playing and working. It was Lose's friend's house, and in her excitement to deliver the invite she leaped from the car while I was still driving, ending up in an eventual face-plant on the asphalt. This has NEVER happened before and of course it was Lose it happened to. Uuugh. But, we triumphed! We completed our task, and are so excited to be able to get together and celebrate our precious Ane-Boo. I can't figure out why I can't get the invite to load up on here tonight...I'm a bit wasted and will try again tomorrow.
Love you all...
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
After all my whining in my post yesterday, I feel the need today to post something sweet and cute to help balance myself and my thoughts. I must say, that for me, writing my thoughts out is a complete purging and cleansing process. Unloading my thoughts and inner turmoil provides me with such emotional relief. Those feelings still exist, whichever ones I'd recently written out, but somehow by acknowledging and owning them, I can take a step forward that I couldn't before. These pictures are from my niece Aria's birthday party, the party Line blogged about earlier. The girlies' Uncle, Naki's older brother, put up a whole area of posters with the faces cut out for the kids to take pictures in. All the kids were so cute posing with their different facial expressions. Even the adults got in on the fun, but I don't happen to have any of those shots.
This video is of Ane. Ginny noticed one day that Ane was trying to spread out her Daddy blanket so that she could kiss his pictures. Now Ginny will put a pillow under the blanket, and then Ane will do what you see in the video, all the time. One time her blanket happened to be on the floor, not intentionally left spread open, with no pillow underneath it, and the hard floor was not what she had expected to feel when she gave her umas to the pictures of Daddy...
Monday, March 22, 2010
Fun-sucker
I can't remember who says it, or to whom it's said, but I'm pretty sure it's the daughter saying it to her mother. In the movie Freaky Friday with Lyndsay Lohan and Jamie Curtis, after they've switched bodies with one another, one purposefully and pointedly calls the other a "fun-sucker", meaning they suck the fun out of everything.
I am officially the new "fun-sucker" around these parts.
I can say this openly and honestly, because I know it's true. I have come to a point in all of this where I no longer have the energy to care whether it makes people uncomfortable to be around me if I don't have a smile on my face. Now, I have always been a staunch supporter of being yourself. I would never pretend to be something I'm not...been there done that as a teenager, and will never do it again. However, I have been known to worry about those around me and how I have the ability, we all do, to make a difference to those around us. Because of this knowledge, it's been very important to not be the downer in a group, or to not give anyone cause to feel badly when I can in fact be the reason for someone to feel good. If this means smiling at someone when I'm frowning inside, then I smile. If it means laugh at someone's joke because on another day I'd find it funny but just not today, then I laugh. It requires extra energy, but is always worth the effort. And quite often the result is that I feel better for forgetting about my woes and enjoying other people. It's a bit of the "fake it 'till ya make it" idea. And it's almost always worked for me in the past.
I'm reached a difficult point...I no longer have the extra energy to make those extra efforts. I no longer feel capable of pulling the corners of my mouth up when I don't feel like it inside. I observe something that is funny, but can't bring myself to laugh. I feel a hard shell forming around me, and it is extremely unsettling and uncomfortable. I can feel people smiling at me, but just don't think I can smile back anymore. If you come to my door and I say hello and just blank stare at you, know that it is not personal. If you laugh and I just sit there and seem to be glaring, I'm not. You see, I, am a fun-sucker.
I've been feeling the awful realization that I live, separate from my life as a mother, a pleasureless life. There is nothing in this world that brings me pleasure. Isn't that just one of the most awful statements you've ever heard? It sounds even more awful saying it here than it does in my head. Even the joy my kids bring to my life doesn't fall in this category as a pleasure because in addition to being the loves of my life, they are also the work of my life. When I say pleasure, I mean something you do just because, just for you. We all, or I hope we all, have something that does this for us. You may think, as I have, how can having just one person in your entire life change everything? Can't you just feel disappointed, sad, and lonely? Why completely pleasureless? Does it really have such a ripple effect? Yes. Yes it does.
I used to love to read fiction. Can't do it anymore. It either brings up emotions that are too much for me to feel or the fiction seems like such fluff after I've realized what a serious venture life really is. Let me tell you, I'm really ticked about not being able to read for pleasure anymore. It really stinks just reading to learn. It doesn't bring me any of the mental relief that fiction did...
Music. I've blogged about music already and how I am no longer able to enjoy the music that I did before. Either it's message is too heartwrenching (really, you'd be surprised how many songs are about true love or your lover, neither of which I have access to) or it has a memory attached to it, which is also heartwrenching. I am getting a bit tired of the soulful/spiritual music as of late, which brings me to orchestral music. Haven't really started getting into that yet, but it too is not for pleasure like I used to enjoy.
Television. I find myself falling asleep watching the shows that I used to love, whenever I actually sit down to watch them. I just don't care if I miss the next episode. What does it matter? It has nothing to do with reality. It too, seems like fluff in a world where fluff matters not.
Movies. They kinda fall under the same category as television, with a twist. You have romance, which is obvious in it's reasons for being unappealing. You have suspenseful, which surprisingly parallells the other fluff stuff. None of it is real. Then you have action movies, which has a bunch of fake killing and death...who wants to see that replayed when you've already seen the real thing in your own bedroom?
Comedy. Funny? What's funny? Who laughs anymore after something like this? Sometimes I'm surprised by myself and do find some humor out there that actually gets a chuckle from me, but not much.
Shopping, pedicures, manicures, and anything else that falls under this category. How can it truly be enjoyed when I know that every penny I spend is a penny I won't get back? It's a constant reminder that I have sole responsibility for these babies with no job experience and no college degree. Scary.
Intimacy. Don't get freaked out...not going into details. Just by listing it as an area that I don't have access to anymore is 'nuff said.
I realize that there are so many more things out there that bring other people pleasure in their lives that I either haven't tried or haven't been able to try. But would it be any different than the other things I've listed? What is out there that can be just for me? What I truly want, I truly can't have.
I feel like such a petulant child. Today I was in Kinko's working on Ane's 1st Birthday Luau invitation. Her party is this Saturday the 27th at 4, and I will be posting her invite on here for the details tomorrow. We were originally going to do her party at the end of last year, but for obvious reasons, I'm just getting around to it. I was so frustrated while I was there because they told me that it didn't matter what I copy, that all of their machines will automatically put this little white border around it. I didn't want a little white border! I could, they calmly told me, avoid the border if I copied my 8x11 invite onto a 11x17, and then cut each and every one to size. Seriously? I had an out of body experience as I heard myself explain to the poor little Kinko's Manager how ridiculous it was that someone would actually invent a machine that doesn't make an actual copy. It makes copies with borders! How stupid is that! (The border thing, not me complaining about it, of course.) As they went off to make the copies for me, I bent my head down and just cried, right there in Kinkos. What was wrong with me? Is my life so pathetic that I'm one of those people? The kind that are so unhappy with life that it just spills out of them all over and gets onto other unsuspecting people who are just trying to live their life?
This past Sunday I REALLY felt like a petulant child. Now, some of my nearest and dearest friends I find at my church. And ultimately I know that if I want to feel closest to my Elder Brother and Friend, the Savior, I need to get my butt to church every week. But since my experience of becoming a widow and since I have found myself seeking more clarity within the teachings of the Gospel, more often than I expected I've left church feeling frustrated and isolated as I listen to people comment in Sunday School and Relief Society about their lives within the boundaries of the Gospel. I have always believed in the idea that the Gospel is perfect, but obviously the people living it are not. And so nothing that people say or do has or will ever offend me. But I just cannot find what I am looking for lately. I feel like what people say at church they could say with their eyes closed and asleep. It has been said so often that it becomes rote, automatic, and expected. I could say everything they're saying, and as a matter of fact, may have said before. But it no longer satisfies. It doesn't satisfy because I'm trying to do all of it, without the results that others say they have. At some point, it becomes obvious that either they are lying, which I don't believe all of them are, or there is something broken within me. Not permanently broken, thank heavens, but for now not working the way it used to. When a + b used to equal c, but now equals zero, something is obviously amiss. This is a journey I'm on. I recognize that, and so keep going every week to see what the next part reveals to me. I just wish that there was a bit more depth available in our discussions at church, I guess. It would seem a bit more honest if we actually spoke what we actually felt, without glossing over the difficult stuff.
It is difficult for me to sometimes just be there feeling broken. Perhaps because I was making such an attempt to keep trying and attending classes that were unfulfilling despite the teacher's heartfelt and sincere preparation, I was shocked to find myself in a situation that brought on quite a flash of anger in the middle of Relief Society. Ginny and I were comfortably seated, braced for a difficult hour for the both of us. (Because of the afore mentioned frustrations with class discussions...) The teacher asked all of the sisters to stand and move to the seats in the middle of the room so there were no empty chairs. Well, in order to collect and corral all of the 6 kiddos from their various classrooms single handedly, Ginny and I have devised a system, and it works great. She gathers all the church bags and purses, gets to the car to unlock it and wait for whomever I send out. Then I gather one at a time and send them her way, until all are in the car. The hallways are quickly crowded once everyone is out of class, so we usually step out of Relief Society a minute or two before class is over to get a head start on the process. And so, we like to sit in a spot where we can unobtrusively step out. We thought we'd just stay where we were, but imagine our surprise when after everyone else had settled into their seats, she then waited for us to move. When we did not, she shooed us over to some available seats, and when I politely declined, twice, she stood there, waited, and shooed us again until out of my many years of good upbringing, I got up and moved. Now, I have to say, I have never felt like just turning around and walking out of a classroom because I was so angry while at church before. Imagine! Me wanting to do something so awful and rude. The rush of heat that came over me from my head to my toes was intense and I seriously had to restrain myself. "Look, Lady!", I wanted to yell, "You're lucky I'm here at all!" or "You can't make me move if I don't want to!". Talk about being the petulant child...
In her defense, she really did have a great little activity planned where for the first minute of class she wanted us to visit with whomever we were sitting beside that we might not normally visit with. Her lesson was about not feeling isolated at church, and how we should make an effort to not make assumptions about the sisters around us. My purpose in telling you my experience is not to point out any wrong doing on her part. She truly was trying to help all of us understand the value in stepping outside of our boundaries and doing our best to think of others. After I thought it over and over for the past day and a half, I realized that I felt much like Lose has lately. Where is my choice? Where is my control in any given situation? I feel as if I have none at all, and so being in the position of being told something as simple as moving over when I didn't have to, it is obvious it's correlation with my grieving process. All of my choices in life, including the pleasures I used to enjoy, are gone!
I've been reading the book of Job and a correlating address on the book written by Keith H. Meservy. Not because I feel I have anything to complain about compared to him, but I thought that there would be much I could learn from him. I just barely started, and have already learned so much. All along I'd thought mistakenly that Job suffered heroically, and thought no depressed or ill thoughts. Obviously, it's been WAY too long since I'd read this book. How comforting it's been to discover that Job felt grief much the same way I've felt it. I've also learned the way to grieve and mourn with someone else who is in the midst of a difficult time. His friends came to be with him, and when they arrived they didn't even recognize him. Although I am the same physically, spiritually I feel unrecognizable. How touching it is to read that his changes mattered not to his true friends. They stayed with him for seven days and seven nights. "And none spake a word unto him: for they saw that his grief was very great." I'm sure he was a fun-sucker in those moments, too. It didn't matter to them.
I was surprised to see the word grief written here...I guess I attribute it as a modern word for some reason, which makes no sense at all. I cross referenced a verse in the Book of Mormon about grief, and it has given me great cause to reflect. It's a verse I've known for many years which has now taken on a new meaning for me.
Helaman 5:12 "And now, my sons, remember, remember that it is upon the rock of our Redeemer, who is Christ, the Son of God, that ye must build your foundation; that when the devil shall send forth his mighty winds, yea, his shafts in the whirlwind, yea, when all his hail and his mighty storm shall beat upon you, it shall have no power over you to drag you down to the gulf of misery and endless wo, because of the rock upon which ye are built, which is a sure foundation, a foundation whereon if men build they cannot fall."
I read that verse and two things popped out to me. First, "endless wo", the perfect words to fit how I feel about the rest of my life. (Dramatic to some of you, I'm sure, but that's just the way this all feels.) Second, if I feel such endless wo, what foundation am I built on exactly? I had thought that it was Jesus Christ, but if it truly was, then according to this verse I wouldn't feel the way I do. Hmmm...
Obviously, I'm always thinking about all of this. I no longer am anything but a fun-sucker. So, if you could just know that if I don't seem cheerfully responsive to what you may say, know that I love you just the same. I'm just workin' on some stuff.
I am officially the new "fun-sucker" around these parts.
I can say this openly and honestly, because I know it's true. I have come to a point in all of this where I no longer have the energy to care whether it makes people uncomfortable to be around me if I don't have a smile on my face. Now, I have always been a staunch supporter of being yourself. I would never pretend to be something I'm not...been there done that as a teenager, and will never do it again. However, I have been known to worry about those around me and how I have the ability, we all do, to make a difference to those around us. Because of this knowledge, it's been very important to not be the downer in a group, or to not give anyone cause to feel badly when I can in fact be the reason for someone to feel good. If this means smiling at someone when I'm frowning inside, then I smile. If it means laugh at someone's joke because on another day I'd find it funny but just not today, then I laugh. It requires extra energy, but is always worth the effort. And quite often the result is that I feel better for forgetting about my woes and enjoying other people. It's a bit of the "fake it 'till ya make it" idea. And it's almost always worked for me in the past.
I'm reached a difficult point...I no longer have the extra energy to make those extra efforts. I no longer feel capable of pulling the corners of my mouth up when I don't feel like it inside. I observe something that is funny, but can't bring myself to laugh. I feel a hard shell forming around me, and it is extremely unsettling and uncomfortable. I can feel people smiling at me, but just don't think I can smile back anymore. If you come to my door and I say hello and just blank stare at you, know that it is not personal. If you laugh and I just sit there and seem to be glaring, I'm not. You see, I, am a fun-sucker.
I've been feeling the awful realization that I live, separate from my life as a mother, a pleasureless life. There is nothing in this world that brings me pleasure. Isn't that just one of the most awful statements you've ever heard? It sounds even more awful saying it here than it does in my head. Even the joy my kids bring to my life doesn't fall in this category as a pleasure because in addition to being the loves of my life, they are also the work of my life. When I say pleasure, I mean something you do just because, just for you. We all, or I hope we all, have something that does this for us. You may think, as I have, how can having just one person in your entire life change everything? Can't you just feel disappointed, sad, and lonely? Why completely pleasureless? Does it really have such a ripple effect? Yes. Yes it does.
I used to love to read fiction. Can't do it anymore. It either brings up emotions that are too much for me to feel or the fiction seems like such fluff after I've realized what a serious venture life really is. Let me tell you, I'm really ticked about not being able to read for pleasure anymore. It really stinks just reading to learn. It doesn't bring me any of the mental relief that fiction did...
Music. I've blogged about music already and how I am no longer able to enjoy the music that I did before. Either it's message is too heartwrenching (really, you'd be surprised how many songs are about true love or your lover, neither of which I have access to) or it has a memory attached to it, which is also heartwrenching. I am getting a bit tired of the soulful/spiritual music as of late, which brings me to orchestral music. Haven't really started getting into that yet, but it too is not for pleasure like I used to enjoy.
Television. I find myself falling asleep watching the shows that I used to love, whenever I actually sit down to watch them. I just don't care if I miss the next episode. What does it matter? It has nothing to do with reality. It too, seems like fluff in a world where fluff matters not.
Movies. They kinda fall under the same category as television, with a twist. You have romance, which is obvious in it's reasons for being unappealing. You have suspenseful, which surprisingly parallells the other fluff stuff. None of it is real. Then you have action movies, which has a bunch of fake killing and death...who wants to see that replayed when you've already seen the real thing in your own bedroom?
Comedy. Funny? What's funny? Who laughs anymore after something like this? Sometimes I'm surprised by myself and do find some humor out there that actually gets a chuckle from me, but not much.
Shopping, pedicures, manicures, and anything else that falls under this category. How can it truly be enjoyed when I know that every penny I spend is a penny I won't get back? It's a constant reminder that I have sole responsibility for these babies with no job experience and no college degree. Scary.
Intimacy. Don't get freaked out...not going into details. Just by listing it as an area that I don't have access to anymore is 'nuff said.
I realize that there are so many more things out there that bring other people pleasure in their lives that I either haven't tried or haven't been able to try. But would it be any different than the other things I've listed? What is out there that can be just for me? What I truly want, I truly can't have.
I feel like such a petulant child. Today I was in Kinko's working on Ane's 1st Birthday Luau invitation. Her party is this Saturday the 27th at 4, and I will be posting her invite on here for the details tomorrow. We were originally going to do her party at the end of last year, but for obvious reasons, I'm just getting around to it. I was so frustrated while I was there because they told me that it didn't matter what I copy, that all of their machines will automatically put this little white border around it. I didn't want a little white border! I could, they calmly told me, avoid the border if I copied my 8x11 invite onto a 11x17, and then cut each and every one to size. Seriously? I had an out of body experience as I heard myself explain to the poor little Kinko's Manager how ridiculous it was that someone would actually invent a machine that doesn't make an actual copy. It makes copies with borders! How stupid is that! (The border thing, not me complaining about it, of course.) As they went off to make the copies for me, I bent my head down and just cried, right there in Kinkos. What was wrong with me? Is my life so pathetic that I'm one of those people? The kind that are so unhappy with life that it just spills out of them all over and gets onto other unsuspecting people who are just trying to live their life?
This past Sunday I REALLY felt like a petulant child. Now, some of my nearest and dearest friends I find at my church. And ultimately I know that if I want to feel closest to my Elder Brother and Friend, the Savior, I need to get my butt to church every week. But since my experience of becoming a widow and since I have found myself seeking more clarity within the teachings of the Gospel, more often than I expected I've left church feeling frustrated and isolated as I listen to people comment in Sunday School and Relief Society about their lives within the boundaries of the Gospel. I have always believed in the idea that the Gospel is perfect, but obviously the people living it are not. And so nothing that people say or do has or will ever offend me. But I just cannot find what I am looking for lately. I feel like what people say at church they could say with their eyes closed and asleep. It has been said so often that it becomes rote, automatic, and expected. I could say everything they're saying, and as a matter of fact, may have said before. But it no longer satisfies. It doesn't satisfy because I'm trying to do all of it, without the results that others say they have. At some point, it becomes obvious that either they are lying, which I don't believe all of them are, or there is something broken within me. Not permanently broken, thank heavens, but for now not working the way it used to. When a + b used to equal c, but now equals zero, something is obviously amiss. This is a journey I'm on. I recognize that, and so keep going every week to see what the next part reveals to me. I just wish that there was a bit more depth available in our discussions at church, I guess. It would seem a bit more honest if we actually spoke what we actually felt, without glossing over the difficult stuff.
It is difficult for me to sometimes just be there feeling broken. Perhaps because I was making such an attempt to keep trying and attending classes that were unfulfilling despite the teacher's heartfelt and sincere preparation, I was shocked to find myself in a situation that brought on quite a flash of anger in the middle of Relief Society. Ginny and I were comfortably seated, braced for a difficult hour for the both of us. (Because of the afore mentioned frustrations with class discussions...) The teacher asked all of the sisters to stand and move to the seats in the middle of the room so there were no empty chairs. Well, in order to collect and corral all of the 6 kiddos from their various classrooms single handedly, Ginny and I have devised a system, and it works great. She gathers all the church bags and purses, gets to the car to unlock it and wait for whomever I send out. Then I gather one at a time and send them her way, until all are in the car. The hallways are quickly crowded once everyone is out of class, so we usually step out of Relief Society a minute or two before class is over to get a head start on the process. And so, we like to sit in a spot where we can unobtrusively step out. We thought we'd just stay where we were, but imagine our surprise when after everyone else had settled into their seats, she then waited for us to move. When we did not, she shooed us over to some available seats, and when I politely declined, twice, she stood there, waited, and shooed us again until out of my many years of good upbringing, I got up and moved. Now, I have to say, I have never felt like just turning around and walking out of a classroom because I was so angry while at church before. Imagine! Me wanting to do something so awful and rude. The rush of heat that came over me from my head to my toes was intense and I seriously had to restrain myself. "Look, Lady!", I wanted to yell, "You're lucky I'm here at all!" or "You can't make me move if I don't want to!". Talk about being the petulant child...
In her defense, she really did have a great little activity planned where for the first minute of class she wanted us to visit with whomever we were sitting beside that we might not normally visit with. Her lesson was about not feeling isolated at church, and how we should make an effort to not make assumptions about the sisters around us. My purpose in telling you my experience is not to point out any wrong doing on her part. She truly was trying to help all of us understand the value in stepping outside of our boundaries and doing our best to think of others. After I thought it over and over for the past day and a half, I realized that I felt much like Lose has lately. Where is my choice? Where is my control in any given situation? I feel as if I have none at all, and so being in the position of being told something as simple as moving over when I didn't have to, it is obvious it's correlation with my grieving process. All of my choices in life, including the pleasures I used to enjoy, are gone!
I've been reading the book of Job and a correlating address on the book written by Keith H. Meservy. Not because I feel I have anything to complain about compared to him, but I thought that there would be much I could learn from him. I just barely started, and have already learned so much. All along I'd thought mistakenly that Job suffered heroically, and thought no depressed or ill thoughts. Obviously, it's been WAY too long since I'd read this book. How comforting it's been to discover that Job felt grief much the same way I've felt it. I've also learned the way to grieve and mourn with someone else who is in the midst of a difficult time. His friends came to be with him, and when they arrived they didn't even recognize him. Although I am the same physically, spiritually I feel unrecognizable. How touching it is to read that his changes mattered not to his true friends. They stayed with him for seven days and seven nights. "And none spake a word unto him: for they saw that his grief was very great." I'm sure he was a fun-sucker in those moments, too. It didn't matter to them.
I was surprised to see the word grief written here...I guess I attribute it as a modern word for some reason, which makes no sense at all. I cross referenced a verse in the Book of Mormon about grief, and it has given me great cause to reflect. It's a verse I've known for many years which has now taken on a new meaning for me.
Helaman 5:12 "And now, my sons, remember, remember that it is upon the rock of our Redeemer, who is Christ, the Son of God, that ye must build your foundation; that when the devil shall send forth his mighty winds, yea, his shafts in the whirlwind, yea, when all his hail and his mighty storm shall beat upon you, it shall have no power over you to drag you down to the gulf of misery and endless wo, because of the rock upon which ye are built, which is a sure foundation, a foundation whereon if men build they cannot fall."
I read that verse and two things popped out to me. First, "endless wo", the perfect words to fit how I feel about the rest of my life. (Dramatic to some of you, I'm sure, but that's just the way this all feels.) Second, if I feel such endless wo, what foundation am I built on exactly? I had thought that it was Jesus Christ, but if it truly was, then according to this verse I wouldn't feel the way I do. Hmmm...
Obviously, I'm always thinking about all of this. I no longer am anything but a fun-sucker. So, if you could just know that if I don't seem cheerfully responsive to what you may say, know that I love you just the same. I'm just workin' on some stuff.
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