Sunday, November 13, 2016

Planetary Rotation

     You turn your face
        from 
                               the Brilliance 
                                            of the Sun

To the pale cast of 
                       moonlight

Not Realizing or Realizing
that the moon can only 
                               Reflect

It carries no luminance of
its own

The sun nurtures the soil
and sweetens the air
that 
caresses your cheek

With Brightness so Beautiful it Blinds

Meanwhile
        the moon
                   is content 
                               just
                                          to glow

You turn your face from the brilliance
 of the Sun
to the pale cast of moonlight

Realizing or Realizing Not 
that She
                can never
Be Me


12/1998

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

21b- Two Shorts

Short #1 Tangles
If I had to describe myself at my happiest I would say that it's when I'm dead in the middle of unravelling a tangle. I find so much satisfaction in being handed a hot mess of problem and cautiously while confidently unwinding the thread. A pull here, a tug there, loosen- go back, under, over.  You can't pull too hard, it will break or become inoperable. You have to have patience. Then when I have the tangle untangled my endorphins reign.

They say that learning happens in the "zone of proximal development".  This means that if you already know a thing you aren't learning it.  And if you don't know it you haven't learned it yet.  There is this very fine gap between the known and the unknown in which learning happens. The Zone of Proximal Development.  And once the acquisition happens, according to the MRIs, the pleasure center of your brain lights up and you get a feel good hit of natural chemicals. Our brains are literally wired to be addicted to learning.

In this life of mine I often land, quite purposefully, right in the middle of a tangle. Currently I am in the middle of a professional tangle. Purposefully. I have to say I am loving the challenge of working out the knots. Friday was a pretty rough day. But I took the weekend, regrouped and bounced back stronger. I castled queen side. It is my observation that I loose battles often, I'm just tenacious. And I play to win. So I win.

I am learning this thing. I am learning this thing well. My brain is flooded with endorphins. It feels good. A natural high.

I love my brain.

-Dewb


Short #2 End at the Beginning
It was a very boring night about 3 years ago when I decided to kill time by Facebook stalking. I spent an impressive amount of time looking up various exes and following rabbit holes. At the end of the night my Blog was born. My original blog. You see, I'm not into social media.  I don't snaptafacetaintstabookgramchat my life because my life plays like a movie.  It's almost unbelievable. To advertise it on a social media site would invariably feel like either bragging or extreme exaggeration.  And I am incredibly private.

When I had spent that night on Facebook I walked away sad. I was sad because I felt like people that I knew and had loved felt the need to represent themselves in a way that would make them appeal to the masses. When I take the time to date someone I generally like them not for who the world thinks that they should be but because they are unapologetically who they are. When I saw them on social media I could see where they had blurred their distinctive edges in order to fit in. As a result I started writing.  It was my answer to them not being themselves in the same venue in which they were hiding. Cyberspace. I never imagined that I would like blogging.  But I did.  It became my echo. (All of this is covered in my original blog, which has since disappeared...) I blogged 21 blogs there.  That is why all of these are numerically the b sections.

I found myself on Facebook again last night.  Firstly I was surprised that the account I thought that I had deleted was still around.  Maybe FB deletion is impossible. Good for Zuckerman. Yet again I found myself Facebook stalking. And as was the case last time I walked away dismayed. I had found myself in a rabbit hole that I wasn't expecting and I was unhappy with the results.

There is something to be said for a person being the orchestrator of their own story.  Of mystery. Of seeing photographs in albums and hearing the narrative that goes with it. I was able to virtually walk the life of a person via social media. -Sigh-  I was even more disappointed in the apparent popularity of the person. I mean, I get it.  You're hot and you're smart and you're well put together. Great. Bully for you. But to see all of that displayed so blatantly felt like a guided tour of a person's ego. Yelch. (Btw- who Facebooks anymore??? Still played.)

I had the same reaction to it this time as I did last.  A need to write it out.  To clarify for myself why I was so disappointed. Maybe it has to do with the tangles. If there is nothing for me to unravel why would I purposefully grab the yarn?  To be dragged?? No Thank You. Maybe it has to do with my disdain for all things wildly popular. My hubris has dictated that my high brow taste can't possibly like what everyone else does (unless it's a classic.  Like a LBD). So seeing the apparent popularity of person put me off.  Maybe it's that I feel like if you need to broadcast your life- you're possibly seeking approval in a way that I don't want to have to validate. Confidence is too sexy for all of that. Maybe it's that I find social media shallow. I tell my kids that, "If they were your real friends you wouldn't need to facetaintsabooksnapgramchat them because they would be in the pic with you." Perhaps that's what I dislike the most- this constant need for validation.  It's thirsty. I still believe it has created a society that would rather skim the top than dive deeply. And did I mention that it's thirsty?

I suppose that is why it bothered me so much.  I thought the person was better than that.  What a judgment.  What does that say about me? What a snob I am.  I will think deeply about thinking about working on it. Annnddd probably decide not to. :) It's also kinda double talk.  I mean, I do blog. My high brow wants to point out that I get mad when I find out that people read my blog. I even blogged about it. 6b- Blog Dilemma. My id says it's all really the same.

Okay, okay, okay- So then what? I guess now I have to decide if the person I google stalked is a person that I will continue to explore (Funny, I didn't actually expect to find him. Maybe I should just stop Google stalking. Obvi solu right?). Now I have to determine if my blog, having come full circle needs to evolve again or just drop the b. Now I can lay my Facebook rant to rest- again.  Swear it off- again. Try to delete my profile- again. It's time to end this where it started. With Facebook.

That's real ironic.

-Dewb





Sunday, October 23, 2016

20b- Ghosting

When I blog I generally speak in generalizations. It's a trail of breadcrumbs just in case the wrong party happens upon my trail. I, unfortunately, had forgotten for a moment that my blog is my echo. My space to speak to a universe that isn't listening. I know that pretending no one reads my words is self indulgent. But I'm a writer, I write for me. I shan't forget it again. Thus the story is free to begin.

I recently met a man. It wasn't planned. It shouldn't have been yet it was. I think the intended purpose of said meeting was to meet someone else. Which I did. And to connect with him. Which I didn't. The person of interest was my type. Kinda a jerk, sarcastic but funny. Observationally intelligent. Confident enough to be interesting and interesting enough to be confident. Smug. Sounds like a jerk right?  

After the last ex I don't trust "nice guys." I'm sure it's an unfair generalization but I find that anyone who is blatantly nice probably has a much deeper darker side. True, I'm scarred. However, that was the reality that I experienced. Therefore, I find if someone is honest enough to not try to impress you than they have a confidence carried by not pretending to be something that they are not (that's a lot of negatives, reread).  Hence, the NGOPGs are my thing. I want to know what I'm getting into up front.

I'm going to fast forward through the fan fare to arrive at the meat of what's on my mind. 

I met this guy and I found him interesting. I furthered the conversation and I found him more interesting. I liked him. And I know, the way a woman knows, that he liked me too. But something happened.  I don't know what and that's what's bothering me. 

I am good at people. I genuinely like people and it's palatable. So they in turn like me back. I'm pretty non-judgmental and I ask good questions so they open up. Tell me about themselves, feel exposed and as a result feel like I am one of their close friends. I count my actual friends on one hand. That number is different from the people I view as little cousins, or the circle of people with whom I spend time. I say all of this as a back story to show a divergence. 

With this guy something flipped and I can't put my finger on it. He went all closed on me. And I, in turn, went a bit irrational in trying to understand why. It's like there were 2 sets of problems.

Problem #1- In my more rational moments as I was thinking about the reality of what a wife is I couldn't say, without a doubt, that I was ready for that. I'm actually a really good wife. I take on the responsibility of being a compliment with the vigor that I do with every other situation in my life- the goal to do as best as I can at it. So when I was thinking about what it would mean to be in a relationship with said guy- we'll call him Ghost, I wasn't convinced that I was ready to give up the keys to my Kingdom. There are a couple of things that I want to take just a little bit further without external stimuli before I let someone else drive. Cognitively, I know this.  I didn't feel it would be fair to put someone on the back burner while I tended to solidifying the life I am building. I understand that this is my problem, my unwillingness to open my own gates to let someone in. In my logical moments, that's okay with me.  Especially as I see the fruits of my labor pay off.  

Problem #2- Ghost went from being someone that I could really talk to like really really talk to to someone that I couldn't. In the matter of a day.  It's like the person I was talking to became a Ghost of the person I had met. It was bothersome for multiple reasons.  The first one being initially I thought it was a non-verbal clue to just bounce. So I tried to be a lady and gracefully say goodbye.  I was met with resistance. Then I excused said ghosting as circumstantial. But I knew that it was deeper than that. "People make time for what is important to them." So I tried to say goodbye again.  More resistance. Each time I try to say goodbye he fades a bit more but he stubbornly refuses to allow himself permission to disappear completely. Ya see the problem with Ghost becoming a Ghost was that I couldn't tell him about problem #1. Had I been able to then I think as competent intelligent adults we could have figured it out. All of which led to-

Problem #3- I am not a typical girl. In the face of work in the initial phases of a relationship I cut and run. I don't deal in ambiguity so my communication expectation is - If there is a problem. We talk about it. We fix it. We move on.  I know that a lot of girls get caught in this cycle of, "What can I do to fix it?" or "If I just put in more work he'll come around." or "If I keep doing what I think he wants, he'll love me."  It always comes down to that for women doesn't it?  A thirst for love. It's the Eve's curse- to long for a thing that will dominate you. So for me, when things get complicated and I don't have the communication that explains the complications I start to make executive decisions. So I made some.

Here is the problem with when I make executive decisions- I change my mind. One of my best friends and I play this made up game called, "I wonder if it's true?"  We will research a topic to death. Argue the pros and cons. Weigh all the research. Determine the conclusions of the brightest minds in the field. And then take our thinking a step further by wondering if what they are saying is true or if they're just trying to sell something be it a product or an agenda.

It's funny because it allows us to intelligently discuss any topic without being tied to any set of assumed or "proven" facts.  Our opinions can change on the dime as we argue the thing with intelligence and humor. Said game also keeps our minds static because we have researched enough to know that any "fact" can be altered, counter altered, or argued.  Ergo when I make executive decisions, I allow room for reversal of said decision. Which in my mind and knowing my life- makes sense. 

The problem with making executive decisions in relationships is that people take them so seriously. They view them as fact, which they might be but if you understand that I play with facts you also would understand how little they mean to me.  The only thing with non-negotiable authority in our world is the Bible.

Should be simple right? Met a man. Liked a man. Things went from full blast to trickle. I made executive decisions. You walk away. Why is it never simple to just walk away (this is an untrue statement.  I'm despicably good at the walk away). I guess what I mean to say is in this situation why am I struggling to walk away? 

Like most of my questions, this one also is a courtesy. I already know the answer. It's because there is a part of this person, that speaks to me on a whole other level.  When I do talk to him I walk away feeling like I just spent the day in service.  Calm, centered, reasonable. When I actually talk to him it feels right. This doesn't undo problem #1- the fact that I'm not ready for next and it's unfair to ask him to dangle. Nor does it get rid of problem #2 - that for whatever reason he's holding himself under lock and key. But but it does undermine problem #3. 

Someone very dear to me said, "Well it's clear that you guys like each other.  It also seems clear that your timing is off. I don't like it." Is that it? Just bad timing?  I don't know. I kinda wish it was something bigger like a terminal illness.  Okay maybe not terminal but debilitating that doesn't allow for a relationship.  Or a secret vow to stay single that would mean the death of a small child if broken.  Yeah, either of those would be acceptable. So fanciful my mind is. 

I think I am in a situation that maybe I don't get the privilege to understand. Maybe I am being taught patience through acceptance. Maybe Ghosts are just meant to Ghost. If that's the case I am stuck pondering why he wouldn't allow it a clean break when I was giving him one.  I am very hopeful that it wasn't pride. That would be ugly. 

On the upside (totally always an upside- this is me) I decided something else tonight.  Pretty obvi Ghost isn't Mr. Charming. However, I did come to the realization that going through the dating cycle as a casual partaker won't kill me. I don't have to get deeply emotionally invested in every Next that I meet.  And if it doesn't work out I probably won't spend much time contemplating what I did wrong.  If anything I'll blog it out and move on. 

Another up side is the Mathematical Equation behind the thing. If you hold the theory that there is one person for every person (I guesstimate about 17 globally) then every time a situation proves itself to not work then you have one less person to work out in the equation.  By my count I have about 11 more potentials to wade through before I find the one.  So if you look at it as a process of elimination, it's a very good use of time.

Before I go- 1 of the less than 5 (read: One In less than Five of my friends) asked me what would happen if Ghost reappeared sans walls.  Will I veto my executive decision?  After getting slightly annoyed that we were still discussing it after I had signed in blood and wanted to talk about Next.  And because the O.I.F. have earned the right to not let me off the hook and demand answers to the hard questions I decided to think about it. What I told him was that the future wasn't written and therefore I had no real answer.

I think if I'm being blisteringly honest I would hedge my answer on the side of probably yes rather than likely no. The side of me that understands things on a different level would assert herself and demand time to explore a kindred spirit. Really though, I'm highly dubious that that would happen. People don't flop like that. Unless, of course the debilitating illness is cured or the small child runs away.

There is always that.

-Dewb

Sunday, October 16, 2016

19b- Self-Care or Why Everyone Should have a Great Massage Therapist

At one point in my life when I was contemplating if I really needed a relationship I made a list. It was a list of roles that I typically assigned to the male in my life.

Fix things

Listen

Buy flowers

Back rubs

Tell me it will be okay

Go to art galleries/ Europe / beer festivals

Cook for/with

Theorize with

Et Cetera

When I objectively looked at the list what I realized was that was a big job that could be broken down into smaller bits. I also realized it wasn't so fair to lay that many expectations on one person.  They're bound to let you down somewhere.

I decided that since I was having such a dreadful time finding one person to fill said role I should maybe sub assign tasks. Pretty easy actually.

Read owners manuals. Find a great mechanic. Learn to love Home Depot.

Start a Blog

Plant a ton of flowers

Find a great massage therapist

Cultivate awesome friends

Thoroughly enjoy my own company

Have people over

See the friends idea

Sail/ Learn Arabic/  Et Cetera

These things worked. Much to my dismay and joy. Joy because I really love my life. Dismay because I'm not needy. Sometimes life is easier when you have less options. Not better but easier.

Now this blog could go two ways and both would be true. It could go the the way of- the only time it stinks is when.... Or it could go the way of- ergo cultivate the life you want and live it path. Tonight I feel both.

Maybe it's just one of those nights that I need to stop What'sAp-ing said friends and let the aftereffects of my massage seep in. Turn my brain off and let my body do its  healing thing.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

-Dewb



Friday, September 30, 2016

18b- The Trouble with Dating

This is absolutely a first world problem. But that's okay with me, I live in a first world and it's my problem so that legitimizes it.

Here is the trouble with dating. The whole process. The whole one, is about being content with not knowing what path the beast will take. Maybe you meet some guy, hit it off, have an amazing conversation and walk away. Maybe you have known someone forever and you realize that you see them as more than a friend. Maybe you follow the traditional route- start with phone calls (or texting), progress to dates, date a few years, then break up. Maybe you date for ten years and realize that while you love each other creating a future together is not in the cards.

All of dating presupposes that at the end of the journey lay the destination of marriage. I know there are a lot of people that say that the idea of marriage is antiquated. But give any girl about 3 drinks and then ask her if she still wants a happily ever after and the data will be consistent.

Here is my trouble with dating. It's not that there aren't plenty of fish in the sea- there are. It's not that I lack the confidence or intelligence to engage a suitor- I do. It just takes too dang long and I loose interest. And there are too many variables.

I have been married twice, each situation from the "meet" to the marriage was an average of  6 months; a logical conclusion would be that if I had followed the obscure and vague rules of dating maybe I would still be married. This may be true.  What is probably more true is that had I dated longer it is doubtful that I would have gotten married to begin with. Given that I don't regret those relationships that would be a sad day indeed.

To be fair, I have also been in a long term relationship in which marriage was not the eventuality.  I do regret that one because it felt like a waste of time and a depreciation of my soul. I know I should say that it's better to have loved and lost but- I'm not buying that.  Everyday that I stayed in that relationship I felt like a paid with a little piece of my soul- no matter how great he was to me. Loving him felt like a testament to the idea that no matter what I did, I wouldn't be good enough. I was told that that wasn't the case, repeatedly. But it was how I felt and therefore is valid. I do regret all that time spent running in a circle. (If you are reading this, I'm sorry. But it's not like we didn't have this discussion a million times.)

This circles back to the beginning of this blog. The trouble with dating is that I really don't have the temperament for it. All those unknowns create in me a desire to solve them.  To ask the next question and the next.  To extrapolate and be a head of the game. Men hate that. But love me. What a conundrum.

I ask myself if I can be okay with the unknowns.  The answer isn't no but is this deep seated anxiety that I feel whenever I know I need to do something but I don't have it done. It's a visceral response that I feel in my belly and heart area. I hate that feeling of panic. Then the question becomes, if I meet the right man- will the idea of him outweigh the feeling of anxiety?

I do feel that if I get married again it will be my last marriage.  I've been a bit too greedy as it is. And if this will be the last, I want to set it up to last. And that requires time and unknowns, ya know, the usual dating norms. A willingness to be vulnerable that I really really dislike. It is so much easier to just leap. I long for the days of arranged marriage.

So then what? I wish I knew. I suppose only time will tell. Maybe my lot in life is to soar high and single, free to solve all of the next steps in every direction that I can see. Maybe my lot is to endure this discomfort in order to find permanent comfort. Variables- ugh.

I'll keep you posted.

-Dewb

Thursday, September 15, 2016

17b- Solving for the Unknown

I have so much on my mind. I need to write. I need to write. I need to write. I need to write. Or else I am afraid I will implode.

It has been an emotionally complex week and I've waited all week to say that to someone but no one seems inclined to ask.  So grateful for my blog. My listening ear. I am unsure of what the evolution of this blog will be.  I am interested to see what happens as my thoughts crystallize into words. And those words carve a path of their own.

Where do I start...

I like math.

or

I've seen so much death recently.

or

The curiosities called men.

or

Work fell apart.

or

Work came together.

or

String theory.

or, or, or....

For some reason string theory seems to be the most perplexing to me right now.  I have read enough Hawking to have in infants understanding of the theories of the things that bind the universe together. Today, right now, my brain seems to be stuck on the idea of stringy space. I contemplated, for much longer than was a good use of my time, what holds us together and what keeps us apart.

I know that things bind and attract and repel and detract. I understand atoms and polarization and positives and negatives. I don't understand space. Visually when you look at something, when you draw something, there is generally no blank space.  There is white space but the contrast utilizes the space in a way of it's own to create an illusion of something-ness. I don't understand why in real time we are separated by a seeming vortex of nothingness.  I KNOW it's not nothing. It's atoms and mites and stuff. But it feels like nothing.

My parallel is drawn in the lives we lead.  There is so much space between humans. Physical space, emotional space, mental space, lots and lots of space. I don't understand why. Again, cognitively I KNOW why.  We have been hurt. We self-protect. We introvert. And then we feel nothing but space. And we hate it. It's so counter intuitive. Do we as humans hold on to our strings of space to keep ourselves tied together?  I don't know. Here is what I know, today, in this moment.

God is love.

People die.

Kids have the best laughs.

Going to the Arabic Assembly is the right thing to do.

I'm not ready for my partner to die.

She will anyway.

There is nothing else to be said.

-Dewb

Friday, September 2, 2016

16b- Trappings of a Grown Up Life

If I had to pick the starting point I would say that it all started with the car. I bought a car last March.  It was purchased for practical purposes.  The kids were getting ready to drive and I wanted two cars on hand in case they crashed the learner one. The Suzuk had served her purpose and I was ready to relegate her to the kids. I did not need two cars. I simply wanted two and could afford two.

I fancy myself a "car" person.  The reality of the situation is that I know next to nothing about what happens under the hood. I mean I know where stuff goes and how to make simple repairs- like fuses and filters and such (again if I'm being brutally honest, the girl card works at AutoZone every time) but no real knowledge. My initial thought was to buy a classic and fix it up. THAT idea bored me quickly when I realized how much work it would be.  My next idea was to buy a Dodge Charger. I love Chargers, I find something earthy about the kind of power that they allude. But I did a minimal amount of research and found out that they are style over substance. I was crushed. Then I wanted a cherry red 4 door Dodge Ram with a V8 and a Hemi. I don't know what either of those things do but it sounded good on my tongue. But I am a practical girl and they imbibe gas. No truck for me.

After months, ok weeks, ok days of looking with a male friend I went to a car lot alone. My brother knew a guy and I decided to utilize my resources. I walked away with an amazing deal. A mostly new, black leather, tinted windows, heated seats, sunroof, kinda car that talks to you. As I drove off the lot I thought, Dang it- this kind of car has a Dress Code! So I bought new clothes.

I am a hard worker and I have a really simple life. My indulgence is travel and usually my job foots the bill for that. Therefore, as my situation in life has evolved I never upgraded. I still have a VHS player with tapes next to my DVDs and DVD player. I never had cable or Internet because I worked a lot and not having those things forced me to leave work at work. I'm not into things.  I'm just not. Then came the car. And the clothes. But more so a realization that I had arrived.

When I bought the car the deal was sealed with a handshake. The person selling me the car fully expected me to go home and call someone of the male gender and seek their approval. As I sat in that chair the only thought that ran through my mind was, "I am a grown up. I can broker this deal alone." So I offered my hand for him to shake saying, "You have a deal." He was shocked but I wasn't. That one thought became my life's pivot point.

I started to examine the things in my life that were still there but maybe didn't fit so well anymore.  Like relationships. And like my job. When I made the choice to step away from the Suzuk and into the new car it was like giving myself permission to not have to struggle anymore. Again, I love the Suzuk.  But she has pieces falling off of her and cracked glass and dysfunctional wind shield wipers and multiple leaks. She is old and high maintenance. The new car makes my life easier as opposed to the other way around. I understood that that principal could apply to all aspects of my life.  My life does not have to be a struggle.

So zing- gone where the male friends that took more than they gave. Zing- gone was the job that left me emotionally drained and with migraines. Zing- gone was this idea that it was my responsibility to fix it, all of it. Zing- gone was this idea that in order to make a worth while contribution to the world I had to take from me and mine. Zing- gone was the heaviness that kept me anchored to the past.

 Replacement- friends that are equals. Replacement- higher paying, less stressful job. Replacement- personal massages and flower delivery. Replacement- knowing that no matter what I'm insignificant, Enshallah is true. Replacement- lighter life choices that allow me to walk on clouds.

In honesty, it feels self indulgent. I know that I'm not self indulgent. I spend more time in my ministry, more time learning Arabic, more time with my kids, more time giving of myself.  But in ways that feel good, ways that give back. I also have traveled quite a bit and started new hobbies.  I sail these days. Like on a boat.  It scares me to death but that's part of why I do it.

This is also not to say that my life is perfect.  My kids are teenagers (if you have kids you know what I mean- if you don't I could never explain it).  One of my best friends keeps having seizures, bad ones, I am mentally preparing for her death. One close friend lost a child to his choices and another lost his mother to death. I can't figure out if I will walk my path alone aka figure the man thing out. AND (first world problem) my massage therapist talks a lot during my massages. Life is real. :)

But those are my problems.  They are light. I finally feel like what I envision a grown up should feel like- confident, comfortable, seasoned, and smart enough to understand my ignorance. I have all the trappings of a grown up life. To think- it all started with a car.

Curious.

-Dewb