Some days I fight with myself. Not in a psycho, Fight Club sort of way, but more like I just won’t allow myself to enjoy my life. On those days I somehow dig deep and find more and more ways to justify being unhappy. It makes no sense to me. I have everything I need. I’m not overly concerned with money or wanting things I don’t have. It’s more of a philosophical struggle with my own well-being. Do I not deserve to be happy? If I do, why can’t I convince myself that it’s really okay to have a good day?
Over the course of my life, I have been known to have a penchant for self-defeating behavior. I am compelled to take the most difficult route to my destination. I like to think of it in terms of my not being afraid of a challenge, but truthfully, I think it’s born more out of some sick, twisted fear of success. When I get really close to having a major breakthrough, I back off and simply stop doing whatever it is I’m doing right. I don’t necessarily start doing anything wrong, though in some cases I have, but I just don’t do anything that will advance me further.
For instance, I’m going through the beginning stages of a divorce right now. Having separated from my husband at the beginning of May, it’s been a little difficult to figure out what it is I’m supposed to be doing with myself. We were together for eleven years and it’s been quite difficult to retrain myself. I know that I don’t want to regress and live the life I was living before marriage. Before I got married, I wasn’t having any fun (though many would beg to differ) and I certainly didn’t feel empowered. During marriage, I felt less empowered but I could always blame it on him or at least on being part of a couple. I had lots of ideas about all of the things I would do if I would ever find myself single again and had no one to answer to but myself. But, now that I have the freedom to do those things, I really don’t want to. Hence, the fighting with myself. Even when there are no barriers, I tend to create them so it’s hard to know what is holding me back.
Thankfully, I have alot of time to think about things now and when I’m ready, I’m sure I’ll figure out what it is that I need to do with my time. I write, I pray, I spend time with my daughter. I worry, I pray, I make funny comments on Facebook, and every once in a while, I eat. Seems too long a title for a bestseller; Write, Pray, Parent, Worry, Pray, Be Sarcastic, Eat. But then, you never know what people will like. Especially if they’re like me. 😉
Until next time…