Life As An Art Form

Quips & Commentaries in Prose and Poetry

Last time I checked in, I Breathed. It’s 2 a.m., and I lie awake, restless, courtesy of a loud, rolling thunder, fretful lightning, and a steady downpour just outside my bedroom window. Mother Nature is anything but nurturing right now.

These early hours are particularly unsettling because I’m thinking about just how much growing up I’ve had to do. I’ve had to confrontΒ the pain and hurt that in one way or another has kept me from my best self, and work in earnest to put those feelings in their rightful place – out of my life or behind me – to move forward in more authentic and meaningful ways. I’ve had some help doing that, but mostly, I had to commit to doing the work. I had to put on my “big girl panties”, and have some real talk on more than one occasion. I had to make some tough decisions that forced me to honor personal and shared family goals that I’ve insisted all along, were of the utmost importance. These decisions made it difficult to reconcile the internal conflict between what I want versus what I need. My emotions say one thing; my rational self says yet another.

In doing the “me” work, I had to revisit hard lessons, and consider owning the choices and tradeoffs of choosing one path versus another. In my choosing, I would have to be accountable for my role in the possible outcomes. Doing nothing was no longer an option! The little girl could no longer ride shotgun. This time, I would have to get in the driver’s seat and acknowledge behaviors and habits that kept me from growing.

Question: Do you try to resuscitate the good in people who are just bad for you? I previously struggled with maintaining relationships that are toxic and incongruent with where I’m going. Now I’ve decided that I will not take along dead weight for a ride on this fantastic journey. Not today! I now have to release the expectations that I have of some folks, no matter the relation, or amount of time that I’ve “known” or invested in them, if I want to keep moving forward. As harrowing and maturing as this decision has been, it’s been nothing short of life-saving.

This lesson comes with a note of caution, however: “Objects in the rearview mirror are closer than they seem. Although you think you’ve put those people and situations behind you, remember that it’s difficult to ignore the tendency to take a second look when they pop up. So, keep your foot on the gas and keep your eyes on the road!”

Keep sweet. I think the rain has stopped. πŸ™‚

Musical Inspiration:
– Adele’s “Set Fire to the Rain

11 thoughts on “From Whence the Rains Came

  1. Genie says:

    Insightful! Inspiring!

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    1. SomerEmpress says:

      Thanks for reading, Genie. I’m glad that you found it both insightful and inspiring.

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  2. SomerEmpress says:

    See, all my lady friends can relate to those “big girl panties”! LOL @ emergency bunker. Sounds like a fallout shelter of sorts. πŸ™‚ Not sure how graceful and dignified I was, though the reflection may have read so. πŸ™‚

    So right, we can’t always be the peacekeeper in the situation, so it’s sometimes best to just stay out of the fray.

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