Mystic Portal II

So I finally got one of the things I was pining away for all this time. Amusingly, it happened just days after I resolved to stop doing so much sitting around and waiting when I should be focused on being happy as I possibly can right now. No dreaming and holding off, just acceptance and enjoyment of the moment.  That change in perspective was a really nice step in the right direction, something I really needed, and a good mindset to enter this new phase in. 
I was just thinking about this in the shower and remembered writing here a few months ago about biding my time, and how different things already are.  I don't even want that other thing anymore, it was just something in my face every day, a welcome distraction from my broken heart. My heart is not so broken anymore, I feel stronger, less raw and vulnerable. Healthier. So the only one thing I truly felt I needed to get me on my feet has come to fruition, and everything else is has improved over this time.  I'm feeling very optimistic, and now that my patience has paid off the rest is all in my hands.

waiting for the moment to oblige

There are two things that are on my mind today.  There's this idea that's been in my head about losing or finding myself, but I think I've just been confused and hiding away.  When it comes down to it, when I'm left entirely to my own devices, things look pretty damn familiar. I think I am just what I always was, I've just beaten myself down and been lost and sick and resigned in my unhappiness. I've definitely let certain things drag me way down, but I think underneath it all I'm the same.  And I'm glad for that. I'm highly flawed but I like who I am.

The second thing is not all that different.  I have so much energy today and I'm still so flooded with emotions, and by now most of them have nothing to do with mxxx, but it's overwhelming and comes and goes with this crazy intensity. I don't know what to do with it. It's just all about where I am in my life and the fear and sadness I've always felt over the passage of time.  I've always been so bad at being in the present, and when it's over my nostalgia gene goes nuts.  It's really really hard for me to accept only because I have no idea where I'm going and I feel like I've lost so much time. I've always been pretty good at getting what I want, but for so long I've truly had no clue what that is. I want a whole lot of things in a very vague, indirect way, but there are only two things that I very specifically want.  And while I do very much long for these things, I know wholeheartedly that they aren't what I really want in the long run, they're just the best attainable things that are right in front of me.  But I think the only way I'll ever get my head straight is to try as many new things as I can and see where they lead me. New is good. Change is good.  But frustratingly it's a waiting game with both of these new things, no matter how much my limited patience would like to I cannot just swoop in and take what I want, there are a lot of variables and I have to play my cards right. So in the meantime I'll just have to use all this unspent energy on something else.

church mouse

This past week or so has been so much better than the one before it. I've been able to maintain this strange new level of relaxation since the big storm, which has given me a lot of relief. I'm still mildly to extremely concerned about a few things, but not as tightly wound. I have made changes that seem to be sustainable. I've just been so worried about my health and so very sleep deprived that I've put fun on the back burner to some degree, but this week has reminded me to keep having fun. It's awesome and crucial to just let go and be happy when you can. Especially with an increasingly not terrible, but also not super pleasant job taking up so much of my time it's necessary to keep letting loose and not let the routine burn me out. The goal is health, happiness and productivity (or progression, or something like that) and none can wait for the others. I've felt a little more engaged lately, a little more in the world and a little less in my head.  And I've had a lot of fun.
This week has also been nice because without lots and lots of affection and physicality I wither, and I've had a nice few doses. From a dangerous source, but my favorite one. I don't think anyone else could begin to give me what I need right now. This could potentially become problematic, but for now it's ok.
So things feel pretty good at the moment (other than my stomach), I'm just keeping on and reaching for something.

day 2

I'm not having a good day. I'm always mildly discontent (depressed doesn't seem like the correct word any more) yet optimistic. I have sporadic moments of extreme happiness, often helped along by alcohol -though not always- but they never last. I also have periods of days or sometimes weeks where I do feel legitimately depressed and have a lot of trouble getting out of bed and going about my day.  I've been in this cycle for a very, very long time and see no end to it. Over the past couple of years I've stopped thinking so much about my mental health and focused more on the circumstances of my life, I figured that if my life was better overall my happiness would kind of just fall in to place.  This is definitely true to a point, and I guess I won't know the rest for sure until the day comes when I'm content with my life, which is very difficult to imagine ever happening. I've wondered that many times, am I even capable of true happiness? Is anyone?  I do know I'm able to sustain levels of happiness that are much higher than my current state. In the past I always relied on myself to cheer me up, I guess I hadn't realized how much I was relying on someone else to make everything feel OK, to make the day to day crap feel worth it. I'm in this raw state of trying to heal my body and my heart, and everything outside feels so harsh. I am pure work in progress. As usual, I'm optimistic yet afraid. This new year could be really, really great for me, and as much of a new start as I could hope for, or I could remain stuck. I'm relying very heavily on this possibility of a change of jobs, if it doesn't happen I need a major overhaul in strategy. Either way I can't wait anymore, I need more change.

I'm always so reluctant to say these things out loud, whenever I feel like this and try to express anything it seems to scare people. I guess it sounds darker than it feels. I can't stand when people worry about me, there's never anything to worry about, it always passes. I've come to accept it more or less, I'm no longer that kid who's fascinated by her own mental illness and actually thinks there is some way out of it waiting to be found.  I think there is a LOT I can do to improve the quality of my life and my well being, which I am working on, but this will always be with me in some way.  And it's probably good for me to be getting this all out of my system, the past 2 or 3 weeks have brought a major flood of emotion when I hadn't been feeling much other than a vague anxiety for months. I knew this time would come, and I think I needed this.

the whale has returned to the ocean, the horse to the pasture

It has been a strange few years and they've gone by in a daze. I've changed so much and for the first time in my life I don't really know who I am anymore. I feel as lost and aimless as ever. My vices have finally caught up with me. I've experienced many new things. I've loved and been loved in ways I thought I was incapable of. I've grown up a lot. I'm better and I'm worse.
This is all frightening as I really have lost myself along the way, and just generally transitioned into adulthood rather poorly, but I think it's a positive thing. I've actually been willing to give up myself in search of who I'm becoming and need to be. That is a major thing for me, if I've ever been guilty of anything it's been holding on to things for too long. I'm learning to let go, and man, the timing is on the money. I'm right in the midst of a major lesson on that subject.

long lost something

It has been a while.

I haven't been sleeping this week, so I figured I might as well get up and do something different rather than tossing and turning some more.  I looked through my phone and saw the growing collection of little notes I've taken down over the past year or so, and realized that everything I've been writing has been thrown away or forgotten about.  So here I am. I think I will add some old bits that have been lying around, and some new thoughts of course.  I love those post it size expressions of whatever happens to be on my mind, everything more in depth usually feels monotonous. Probably because I'm in need of writing classes, but that was the whole point of this after all: scattered thoughts- no real theme or cohesion.  Just recorded thoughts, nothing more.

On that note, I'll start here:


8-4-12

Going through my old unopened boxes is a stark reminder of my sentimentalism. It's not nearly so pronounced as it used to be, but still present. Some things are lovely mementos that I can't believe have survived for so long, and others are no longer meaningful but somehow still difficult to part with clutter. It's comforting and daunting at the same time. Part of me wants to keep a couple choice objects and toss the majority of it, the other part just wants to put it all in a box and come back to it much much later.

hypocrite back

I don't know if I've ever admitted to it, but I think I always have, in a way, expected a guy to come along and save me. I've always had fairy tale like delusions that I couldn't quite shake.
I know that thoughts like that are unhealthy, unrealistic, unattractive, and a detriment to my attempts to build my own self satisfying life, but still I hope and fantasize, and struggle with the realities of a very fulfilling relationship that could potentially be everything I want from a man, but will never rescue me.
The thing is, I could possibly be rescued one day, but when it comes down to it, that isn't what I really want or need. It just feels so appealing because I've lost faith in what I can do for myself. What I want the most is to be stronger, to realize and utilize my own abilities, and someone who loves me enough to want to save me, but knows that I really don't need it.

the view from his apartment

though i'm not sure who "he" is anymore

the city speaks to me through past windows

who is he

and where are we at this point in time

individually

should i get used to this view

should i just watch the city move

just like the fluidity that is "he"

polariods and red wine last night

songs like this make me hopeful. it just makes me think of being happy and having fun. and that's exactly what i need right now.

the new jag love album (first listen!) and a couple glasses of wine would have been more than enough of a night for me, but it's friday, right, so lets keep it going. a relatively low key, but lovely night in brooklyn after a quick visit to my bro. Music is what is keeping me most appeased right now. we hit a show and a couple bars, but low and behold, jaguar love was the highlight. maybe i need better friends.

and it's not even halloween

I'm seeing ghosts all over the place lately, in music (ghost parties, and a whole album dedicated to them I can't wait for coming out next week), books, art, stupid movies, even the mail.
I've thought very little of my own lately, but I'm concerned about ghosts of the future.
I can't handle any more romantic regrets. Not right now. I'm so afraid of fucking things up. I've been so depressed lately, I haven't exactly been my fun, carefree, charming self. I'm very lucky to have my guy hanging in with no complaints. He's still alive and kicking.