I’m feeling less enthusiastic about life than usual, and I’ve been trying to figure out why. Is it because I’m so tired?
I’ve been having all kinds of health problems that have been wearing me out…last month I lost a ton of blood, and this month I’ve had major stomach problems, which may end up requiring surgery. And Sonnet has regressed in her sleeping habits lately, so I’m not getting enough rest. It feels like I’m never going to feel good again.
There’s so much good stuff in my life, and yet I’m feeling kind of down, and I sound like a complainer when I try to talk about it. There’s this self-critical voice that says I should shut up about all my problems and be grateful for all of the wonderful aspects of my life…particularly my healthy, beautiful daughter (who is toddling all over the place these days, by the way:-)
I have found, though, that I’m not really a true stoic. When I try to be stoic, I just end up feeling miserable until I talk about whatever it is that’s getting to me, and go ahead and feel my feelings. Then I can really move on, and I don’t have to fake it by trying to look strong. I guess its my astrological destiny to find my strength by going into my weakness. I have to let my frailty have its way with me, and be super vulnerable and raw. That’s when I’m at my strongest, when I’m at my weakest.
Sometimes I forget this, or fight it, so its good that I’m remembering. I guess there’s a new layer of learning around this aspect of myself, now that I’m a parent. We want to be strong for our children, right? What irony that to be strong for Sonnet, I need to be willing to be weak. I hope that this gives her room to find her own path to dealing with her strengths and weaknesses, and that she doesn’t feel driven to be stoic. I want for her what I want for myself, so maybe if I give it to myself, I give it to her? That’s deep.