Do you have weeks (or fortnights) where your life shifts- sort of? Not life-altering weeks like when you have a baby or move. Those times are just nuts, but you’re prepared for those. I’m talking about when several smallish things happen, that you aren’t necessarily prepared for, you don’t necessarily want to happen, and you’re left feeling shaken, uncomfortable, vulnerable.
Let me clarify. I’m not going to get into specifics, due to the personal nature of some things, but I will give you examples so that you can sink your brain into what I’m squawkin’ about.
Fictional example #1: Your mailman drops dead outside your house.
Fictional example #2: Your brother’s cat is diagnosed with – I don’t know- what’s a horrible thing cats can get? Catpox? Something terminal.
Fictional example #3: Your car totally ‘splodes. (You’re not in it, of course, but that’ll shake you to the core.)
Do you understand? I guess the exploding car part would be slightly traumatic, but I was sick of trying to come up with more examples and I needed 3.
Anyway, as you may have guessed, I’m there. Sort of coming out of it, really, feeling life calm down and get back to normal, which is lovely. But, as you also may have guessed, this sort of shit gets me thinking.
I was thinking about how, when I’m in this weirdness zone, aside from wanting to take to my bed and hide from the world, I tap strongly into feelings from my 8 year old self. I conjure up memories of cozying up on my bed and rearranging my sticker book for hours, reading a book up in a hidden tree in my side yard, eating Trix out the box on a big rock in my mom’s garden, making an elaborate fort in my closet.
So obviously these are the same feelings that today make me want to hide in bed now, but I think now I’d swap the Trix for cookies and the book for a book. What? Okay, I’ll swap the stickers for a classic romantic comedy and a glass of wine.
Now go on, and git on over and like my new Facebook fan page, Go on, git.