11 Months, 9 Days Revisited (published in Thought Catalog)

A little ‘light-hearted’ reading to start your weekend. Okay, it’s not light-hearted, but it might have something to do with that general area.

Hope it at least makes you feel…

Living With a Shattered Heart

Eleven months and nine days

He walked in and sat down at his desk, glancing up at her and then back down.

“Well that doesn’t look good”, he said nonchalantly.

She didn’t bother responding.

“How long has it been bleeding like that?” He asked, still not looking up.

On and off for eleven months and 9 days.

“And it was broken, correct?”

Yes.

“How badly?”

Shattered

“Oh.”

Oh?

“Well, that just makes things…”

He glanced over at the instruments spread out on the tray beside him.

Makes things what? I mean, you can fix it, right? 

He shook his head.

“I’m afraid not. That’s like asking me to fix a shattered window. Your only option is to try and let it heal the way it is, and then wait and see. It will most likely function again, on some level, but just not like it did. The good news however, is that the pain will eventually go away and you probably won’t feel anything at all”.

What do you mean, ‘won’t feel anything at all’?

“Most times in these cases, it just goes numb when the bleeding finally stops. But that’s a good thing, right? I mean if it feels as bad as it looks…”

She slid off the table and made her way to the door. She couldn’t even look at him, suddenly feeling an overwhelming sense of shame that she had let this happen.

He offered her something to take that would numb the pain more quickly.  She paused, considering it.

No. I guess if this is the last thing I’m going to feel, I should ‘enjoy it’ while it lasts. I mean, it can’t last that much longer, right?

“It’s hard to say. But to be honest with you, yours is in pretty bad shape, so it could be awhile. The good thing though, is that no one will know but you. All you have to do is keep a smile on your face and the world will think you are completely normal.”

She closed the door behind her just in time to hear his final words echo down the hall.

“Remember to smile”, he said light-heartedly. “People might think your heart is broken.”

shattered

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‘Smoke and Mirrors’ (published in writerbeat.com)

A fun request to publish this article in writerbeat.com. Yet another cool forum to discover great reading and writing!

Smoke and Mirrors

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‘His Kids’ Revisited. (Published in the Washington Post)

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I Never Met His Kids. But They Still Had The Power to Make or Break our Relationship

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Masters of Our Fate

The opposite of recognizing that we’re feeling something is denying our emotions…disengaging. When we deny our stories and disengage from tough emotions, they don’t go away; they own us, they define us. Our job is not to deny the story, but to defy the ending .”  – Brene Brown

Timing. I struggle with this whole thing, both in the sense of the ‘space-time continuum’ and in the sense of being defined as ‘good or bad’.

Bad timing. We hear it all the time. It’s usually a deal breaker, right? You got the perfect job offer or met your person or want to move to a new city…whatever the situation, there is something you want, but the circumstances aren’t ideal for it to happen. I actually think bad timing can be split into two versions: timing of things or events that happen to you, and timing as the point when you decide to let things or events happen to you.

Timing as uncontrollable: Clearly, there are events in our lives over which we have no control. For me, there have been life-changing events that have happened, seemingly at the worst possible time, and I had no say in whether they happened or not. My dad getting terminal cancer when I was just about to graduate from high school (clearly, there is no good time for this to happen). My mom getting in a fatal car accident two weeks before I was moving to Spain. Meeting who I thought was my person at the exact point in his life when everything came crashing down.

Timing as a decision: But there are also times in our lives when events happen because we decide for them to, or not to. We convince ourselves that whether or not something can happen is contingent on all things being in the ideal state necessary for the desired outcome. If I hadn’t had my heart broken, I could be happy in a new relationship. If I wasn’t so busy looking for a job, I could write the book I want to get published, etc.

Space-time continuum. This concept of time is pretty straight forward. Time as a duration. What we use to define how long it takes to do something or for something to happen. How long we have been married or working at a job or living somewhere.

Timing has become particularly relevant in every sense of the word over the past year. Falling in love ‘at the worst possible time’. The duration and perception of time enduring six months in a dysfunctional relationship. The death of three boys because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time (I know, not my fault, but just how it feels most of the time).

As a result, I have come to the conclusion that time can be both a blessing and a curse. When it is not something that is beyond our control, I think time can be used as an excuse. But I also think we can use it as a source of hope and progress. It is completely dependent on how we choose to approach it.

This has become especially apparent for me as I try to approach dating and relationships post-divorce and heartbreak. I’ve heard repeatedly from well-intentioned friends, “Are you sure you are ready?”, “You know, they say it takes at least half the time you were in a relationship to get over it.”, “You are supposed to give yourself at least a year after you get a divorce before you start dating again.”

Am I ready? Do I need to wait a year, or 5 months? What if I meet my person somewhere in-between? Do I walk away because the allotted time has not passed? Am I measuring time by the actual end of the relationship or the point at which I knew it was over?

I just don’t think there is a bullet proof strategy or ‘perfect time’ to get back out there. Clearly there are points in our life that might be better or worse for starting a new relationship. But I think this is something we have to decide for ourselves, not because a friend or a book or a therapist gave us the go-ahead.

Timing can be a deal breaker, there is no question, but I also think that we have a huge say in whether it is or not. I think we often use it as an excuse. It is easier to dismiss something as bad timing vs. questioning why the timing is bad. Is it really timing? Or is it the underlying emotions we are too afraid to unpack? Acknowledging they exist means we have to do the work. Admitting timing is irrelevant- if we are brave enough to do so- initiates a process that can be very painful and anything but a quick fix.

But isn’t it actually more painful to keep repeating the things that are not working in your life? Isn’t it more painful to continue preventing yourself from experiencing life fully, whether that be love, fulfillment, success…whatever it is that would allow you to arrive at happy. I think we have all figured out by now that happy takes work. It isn’t something that just happens. It is something we have to make happen. It’s a decision, right?

I have this quote by Mike Dooley posted on my desk was a complete revelation to me.

“No one can be both happy and unhappy at the same time, right? One blights the other.”

Completely logical and seemingly impossible at times to apply to my day to day. It would be much easier to be the victim, to believe all of these things are happening to me, and chalk it up to bad timing. But I just don’t belive that, as tempting as it can be. I think we decide which approach we are going to take- are we the victims of ‘fate’, or are we the masters of  it?

This has brought me right back to timing, but in the time-continuum sense. Application, essentially.  How exactly do I do this whole transformation part? I’ll bring it back to relationships, since this is definitely something that has not been working for me, and I’m not the least bit interested in recreating my past experiences with them.

Am I ready to get into a relationship? I really don’t know. The truth is, I’m questioning everything right now. I don’t 100% trust myself anymore. My intuition and ‘follow my heart’ approach to life has not served me of late. It is extremely challenging at this point to trust myself, or anyone else for that matter. More times than not, I find myself functioning from a place of fear and insecurity.

So does this confirm that I’m really not ready to put myself back out there? Maybe. But I’m not sure the alternative, forcing myself to steer clear of all things intimate, is the solution either. I don’t think you can know for sure unless you know and trust yourself enough to listen to what your intuition is telling you.

What I do know is that I can’t do the work if I’m not giving myself the chance to try again. True, I need to be very cognizant of the issues I need to work on. But, if I am determined to never go back to the place I was a few months ago, then I have to figure out how to go another direction. Standing still certainly isn’t going to get me anywhere.

Oddly enough, I started thinking about the general theory of relativity when I was thinking about all of this. Quick review (I definitely needed one).

The theory dealing with gravity…based on the postulate that the local effects of a gravitational field and of acceleration of an intertial system are identical.

I know, where the hell is this going? Bare with me, here…just a metaphor of sorts.

If we want to move forward, then we have to be willing to fall and trust that the result will be a progression forward. One cannot happen without the other. They are happening simultaneously, even though if feels all to the contrary.

And just to take it to the extreme, cause that is what I do, let’s consider the space-time continuum

The four-dimensional continuum- consisting of length, width, depth, and time- in which all objects are located and all events occur, viewed as a single and continuous framework for existence. 

So, moving forward in time (i.e. progress) and how far we are able to go are inseparable from the depth and breadth to which we travel.

Okay, just one more and I’ll stop.

There is a cosmological theory that the space-time continuum has a curvature in 3 dimensions. So, if you travel in one direction long enough, you will return to the same place where you began.

So, metaphorically speaking, if one of the primary forces of gravity is acceleration, then couldn’t that mean that we have to let ourselves be pulled down/go to the depths of what is keeping us stuck, in order to move forward? Isn’t the latter impossible without the former? If we do let ourselves travel the depth and length needed, then wouldn’t that lead us back to the place we were, to a place of falling or being in love, but now armed with the knowledge and tools we acquired on our journey back?

Just something I was thinking about…

Regardless of the applicability of my Einstein tangent, I think you simply have to find the courage to go deep, dig up all the shit that is keeping you from where you want to be, and replace it with behaviors and actions that will manifest what you truly want.

Some say that you have to be alone to do this. I don’t agree. For me, my issues usually surface when I am navigating the emotions involved with being intimate with someone. All the fears and insecurities that, for me, are inseparable from making myself completely vulnerable and opening myself up to potential rejection. It’s actually my worst fear and what has resulted in the most growth.

When you do experience the pain of rejection, the last thing you want to do is go through it again. it’s instincual, right? Fight or flight. Stronger then our inherent desire to avoid pain, is our inherent desire to make it stop once we feel it. But it’s been my experience that it is much more painful to be alone because I was too scared of getting hurt, then to stay and fight through the pain with someone I love and trust. You can’t experience the opposite of pain, which I think is love, if you choose ‘flight’.

So I guess that is where I am at. I’m ready to fight again. Maybe it is too soon. Jumping back in the arena sounds terrifying. It is terrifying. It feels so much safer to stay on the periphery, to protect myself from any more potential suffering.

But is this living? Or is it just existing?

I don’t want to just exist. So my only other option is to fight. Yes, it’s scary, but complacency scares me more. I saw my parents do it, my grandparents do it, other family members do it. It was heartbreaking to watch and it literally killed them. I tried to fight for them, but I couldn’t save them. So now it’s me and the things I love I have to fight for. I don’t think it will always be a fight, in the sense of a struggle. But I do think there will be, no there is, a substantial amount of pain in the beginning.

But it is time, and it has nothing to do with timing and everything to do with my decision to let relativity take me down and move me forward.

Out of the night that covers me,
      Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
      For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
      I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
      My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
      Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
      Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
      How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate,
      I am the captain of my soul.
                                       – Willian Ernest Henly 

Sex & Dating Revisited (published in Thought Catalog)

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The trials and tribulations of tinder after your twenties

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