Welcome to Musing Interruptus. Thank you for clicking, thank you for listening. I’ve been thinking about success and failure. All or nothing. Making it big or watching it all fall-through. Being courageous doesn’t me you are free from fear. Doing something scary can be half the fun. Other times, it takes courage just to dream it, let alone work towards it.
The word towards stems from the 9th century. The other day, a friend told me he was old. I asked if he really felt it. -No answer. I wonder how the word towards feels, being born in the 9th century. Imagine a word feeling. What a thing. What a one-sided relationship we’ve been in, with words. If only words knew what they make us feel and do. Perhaps that is precisely why they don’t feel, it would be, altogether, too much. But I digress…
Today on Musing Interrupts… everyone gets a medal…
There are stories we tell ourselves to live. To survive, to make it work, and sometimes, even be victorious. This is one of them.
There are situations that seem more difficult to swallow or get through than others. Tragedies, of course, but then there are others that are just plain hard. Situations that put us in a complicated place, maybe scary because of the implications, the changes they could bring along, the risks. Why not, some put into question worthiness, because, what if it actually happens? Would I deserve something so great, what if it takes something away from someone else? My parent’s made sure that thought pattern was ingrained in me. We add, we don’t subtract.
Moving to a new city, getting a new job, starting new projects, rebuilding after a separation, separating, falling in love, starting a novel, going on an adventure… it all starts with a single movement forward that serves as an indicator that you are not giving up on happiness and love and life. Which doesn’t mean that it works out the first time you take a stab at it. Anyone who works with children knows the value of teaching persistence and recognizing efforts. Adults who were brought up this way or who have learned this, are the lucky bastards that push through adversity, sometimes with a smile, courageously brandishing a sword. Lucky for us, this is something you can learn, even later in life, even if you’ve been around since the 9th century. I realize that last phrase is neither here nor there, but I have a feeling you understand where I’m coming from.
I confess I’ve survived life, sometimes with courage, other times, in fetal position. The thing about the fetal position, is that you eventually have to get up anyway. Courage doesn’t always come easy, especially when it comes to my own happiness. I was taught to give and sacrifice. A little too much, I think. My parents making sure they weren’t raising a psychopath. Jokes on you! I drink me coffee black!! (have you seen the meme about drinking unsweetened coffee?? I think I was the only one who saw it. Every time I bring it up, I just get blank stares and I feel I have to follow up with… but I’m not really, I’m just kidding). Every time… :( Would a psychopath write this stuff?? I don’t think so… to be on the safe side, I’m not going to google this. Continue Reading
