The Opposite Sex: The Eternal Enigma

I just don’t get men. Truly. Now I know that they get off on the thrill of the chase. I do. Its a caveman thing I’m guessing. But what I don’t understand is how things can get so lukewarm once a woman shows interest. They just stop trying as much. It’s so infuriating. And lame. A girl can’t play hard to get forever.

So here I find myself. Waiting for a text for three days from a guy that used to contact me daily. I’ve become that girl. And I’ll admit that I hate that. And yet I can’t help myself.

Now I’ll be honest. I haven’t exactly been willing to let this guy in. And he’s been warned enough times that I may bail at any moment and that I don’t want a serious relationship. I didn’t even take my coat off for 30 minutes the first time I was at his house! I know that I seem like a very risky investment. I get why a guy wouldn’t want to jump all in with me. So I’ll give him that- even though I think I’m worth the risk.

I am factoring all that in. But the slow decline in communication has not been lost on me. And true to human nature, the more he pulls back, the more I step forward even though I don’t know what I really want from him. What I do know is that I’d like some attention. I don’t deny the superficiality of that.

So I have two paths to choose from here. Either he’s just not that into me anymore. Which I can accept. Or he’s actually really busy and I’m just being a needy girl.

It’s an age old dilemma for us women. I hear this scenario a lot from my single friends. What I do know is that this behaviour drives me nuts. But the irony is that if any guy was too attentive and in my face, I’d probably run the other way. Oh man!

I guess I will just wait to see what happens – until I don’t want to anymore. And so this dance called dating continues on…

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Figuring It All Out Is A Myth

I’ve reprinted this post with permission from a fellow blogger and friend of mine.  Most often, life just doesn’t turn out the way we thought it would.  We put so much pressure on ourselves to figure everything out but unfortunately it just doesn’t work that way now does it? My note to my friend: you are not alone.  We don’t have to figure it all out.  Shine on girl! JKS

Today I am struggling with the everyday living thing.  You know the thing.  It’s the part where you look around you and, although seeing beautiful areas of tremendous value (children, house to live in, car, ability to earn an income, extended family, fantastic friends) you still wonder how you ended up in this place, this particular reality.  And now, after listing all of my wonderful things above ^, I realized that there is one specific area that I must be pondering and wrestling with.  Funny how writing pulls the truth out from behind the curtain.

I remember being 22 years old and thinking, “This is ridiculous.  I want to have babies and I’m not even married.  I am running out of time.  I have got to get the ball rolling here.”  Now what’s ridiculous?  I’ll tell you what.  Ridiculous thing number one is that I thought I was running out of time when I was 22.  I had a plan.  I wanted to have all of my children (2-3) by the time I was 30 and be a young, fun mom.  Notice that no mention of career is made.  I do enjoy the work I have chosen and I believe God led me to my profession for a reason but I also know that, given the choice, I would have remained a stay-at-home-mom and been on every PTA, coached soccer every year, volunteered at every school and read stories in classrooms all while baking fresh cookies and fun, kid-oriented dinners.  The only job I ever remember growing up wanting to have was being a mommy.  Now, there are those of you who will understand this and, most definitely, those of you who think they would go crazy with that.  I respect both.

Ridiculous thing number two is that I am now pushing 40 (oh, how it hurts to type that), still want another baby and still feel my time slipping away.  And am unmarried again.  Another baby may never be an option for me and I come to terms with that (and then lose perspective again) on a regular basis.  I do struggle with what raising a child in your 40’s-60’s would mean versus what it has meant in my 20’s to 40’s.  I do not mean any disrespect to anyone reading this who is or has had their children at this time of their lives; it’s just a different concept for me and I’m sure would change my parenting to some degree.  Please do not take offense.

So this all leads to the realization that, although my heart still wants to carry another child underneath and my arms still want to hold another sweet, nursing baby, that may not be in the “cards” for me.  It may just be a yearning I carry forever.  Oddly enough, even as difficult as my pregnancies were, I loved being pregnant, loved nursing my babies and loved every minute raising them up to even this moment.  There have been hard times and frustrations, sure.  I joke about how “boys are gross” or how they’re driving me crazy, like I think many people do, but I wouldn’t trade one second of any time I’ve ever had with them for all the money in the world.  They own my heart and carry it around with them wherever they go.  And I would do it all over again with a new one…crazy as some may think that would seem at my age.

All of that being said, I will not rush into the fray of scouting out relationship possibilities, in all of it’s danger, pitfalls, vicious weaponry, dragon-filled moats and flaming arrows and warning flares, to scurry irresponsibly and headlong into the possibly misleading comfort of a new-found castle.  I am a spontaneous girl and love the fun of an unplanned adventure but have also learned to be a wary one as it comes to potential love relationships.  I have three incredible boys to whom I owe my responsibility and my ultimate level of caution and protection.  I won’t thrust them into something that I, myself, am not doubly sure of…well, as sure as one can be of anything at all in this life.  And I also won’t commit myself, in front of God and everyone, to a relationship that I don’t feel like I know has an abiding, perpetual capability to succeed.  I did truly think that my first marriage had that quality and tried for a long time to turn it around but there are some life cycles that just don’t turn at the same speed of rotation, thus allowing two to be in the same stratum for a time but then cycling in such a way that they never reach the same point at the same time again.  You also cannot change other people.  They have to find that themselves, no matter how hard you pray or how much you want to make it happen.  If it ever happens, it will be on their terms and in their time, not in your own.

So where am I?  At 22, I envisioned where my life should go and what I would do with it.  I have my three beautiful boys, although I was 31 when the last came along. 🙂 Where did this new longing come from that was not in the original plan?  Who replaced my first intentions with this new proposal?  If I was born to be a Mommy and being a nurse is just my secondary assignment as an answer to the need for income, what will I be when these babies are gone?  Who will be with me or will I then walk this path alone, still searching for some unreachable solitary “goal”?  I have friends and family who love me.  I have people who would give the roof over their head to cover the heads of myself and my boys.  I have people to turn to when I am sad, lonely, lost or broken.  And I am still an absurd distinction of broken, giving yet another reason that a male-female relationship would only flounder and fail until I figure myself out.  So, why do I feel the need to have that?  I have my people.  What is this level of altered reality in which I live that assumes I must have someone else in order to be a whole me?  Why must I feel like half when there is no missing piece to fill in the other side?

And so I struggle.  A very close friend, whom I dearly love, said to me, ” A sense of purpose is a big deal for us humans. But I wonder if sometimes we put too much pressure on ourselves to ‘figure that out’. Maybe it isn’t actually that clear. Or even something tangible that you will be able to know about.  Maybe we just have to have faith. Faith that we are here for a reason, even if we never know it for ourselves. Having too rigid a purpose (i.e. I’m here to be a mom, I’m here to help people) doesn’t allow for a whole lot of flexibility or for you to have different sides to yourself.”  Oh, my dear T, you are a wise woman.  Maybe we’re not supposed to “fix” ourselves but wait for the days of our lives to fix us…and, of course, I don’t mean the soap opera.  Clearly, if one is standing on a pinpoint of a flat map, our overall position in the grand cartograph is invisible to ourselves, and even those standing close to us, due to it’s magnitude.  The “big picture” is an elusive Dumbo’s feather being whisked away by the wind each time we think we are just about to grab hold of it’s confidence-infusing magic.

Oh, to be an eye in the sky so I would know…where am I?

WANTED: A Sledgehammer

I am feeling a whole lot of nothing lately. Maybe it’s because I’ve been working like a dog lately and I’m exhausted. I find myself just bracing myself each morning just to get through the day…to be a good employee, a good mom, a good friend. What I really want is to tell the world to fuck off and leave me alone.

My Diva Council has been missing for some time now. I’d really like Vixen to make an appearance sometime. She’s gone on a permanent vacation. I miss the exhilaration of her presence. But I guess I have to just be okay with where I’m at right now.

I feel like I have so many walls around me right now. And I don’t know how to break through them. I don’t even know where to start. And it’s unfortunate because I have a great guy who wants to spend time with me, yet I feel nothing. I don’t know if it’s because I just don’t feel a romantic connection with him or because I’m so shut down right now that I can’t feel anything about anything. And I really don’t feel much of anything except tiredness and the occasional bouts of anger towards a wide variety of things and people. So I’ll just wait and see. No sense in jumping to conclusions. Poor guy. I suspect he has no idea what’s he gotten himself into with me.

So I could use that sledgehammer to hit someone in the head or I could try to find a loose brick in this wall of mine and start swinging. If I had the energy.

Maybe I’ll find my shine tomorrow. Until then, I think I’ll have a martini with some girlfriends.

 

 

All The Single Ladies…

I have to say that since becoming single, one of the things I cherish the most is my female friendships – old and new. I feel so lucky to have so many amazing women in my corner. They are there for me during all my ups and downs and show me so much love.

Last year when my break up was fresh, I registered for a support group designed to help you through the transition into singledom. I met three incredible women in that group and we are still very close. We’ve been through a lot together. I know it sounds corny but we are like kindred spirits. This is what happens when you share a common pain. Our journeys are our own but our roller coaster ride has been very similar and we understand what each of us is going through all too well.

Today we were texting back and forth (thank you imessage!!) and found ourselves shouting out all the benefits of being single. There’s still a lot of shitty involved in this healing process so it was uplifting to highlight the good side. So here it is, in no particular order, 35 things (that we came up with in twenty minutes!) that kick ass about being single:

  1. The toilet seat is always down.
  2. Someone isn’t spending money you don’t have.
  3. Sleeping wherever you want in your bed.
  4. Sleeping with whoever you want, whenever you want.
  5. Not having to compromise.
  6. Never having to check in.
  7. Not being disappointment and frustrated when your partner says they will do something but doesn’t.
  8. Not having to read your partners mind.
  9. Not being let down.
  10. The excitement of flirting!
  11. Freedom!
  12. Eating chips for dinner.
  13. Not having to drag your partner to social events they don’t want to go to.
  14. Not feeling guilty for doing things you enjoy without your partner.
  15. Being able to talk to your girlfriends on the phone for as long as you want.
  16. Finding yourself again!
  17. Girls nights out and girls weekends!
  18. Naughty emails and sexting with random men.
  19. No commitments!
  20. Self-growth!
  21. A bright future with endless possibilities!
  22. Wearing whatever you want without needing approval.
  23. No second guessing yourself because of your partner.
  24. Watching whatever you want on TV – remote in hand!
  25. Decorating the house the way you want to, including girly bedding.
  26. Buying whatever you want with your money.
  27. Not taking on your partner’s insecurities.
  28. Less housework!
  29. Less bullshit!
  30. Not having to pretend that you are getting off.
  31. Exploring your sexuality.
  32. Not having to deal with someone else farting in bed and them thinking it’s funny!
  33. You can stay out as late and drink as much you want!
  34. Discovering your inner strength!
  35. Finding your power again!

So to all you single people out there – women and men – don’t let being single make you feel bad (or God forbid let someone else make you feel bad about it). I know it can feel lonely sometimes but try to enjoy it. Because there’s a lot to enjoy. And it most likely won’t last forever.

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