posted by Administrator on Nov 30
At least that is what it feels like.
But alas, I am an over-thinker. I am the sort that analyzes and then analyzes the analyzation. I think and then I take notes. I worry and I obsess. Is this depression or just another seasonal rut?
What if I told you that I have no freaking idea.
Here are some clues:
I have been in a job that gets busier with each passing month for almost 12 years. One would think that there would be a line that is drawn and growth that would allow for a little bit LESS work. That is not my experience.
I have lived in the same place for 15 years and I wonder sometimes if I am not seizing opportunity or growth by changing environments.
I am prone to odd and random jags of tears. I cry in the movies. I cry when I see London. I cry when I realize that I am 50 and absolutely incapable of a relationship. I cry because I feel like I have dug myself a hole. I love where I am and I am indeed very fortunate… but it is a hole that I want to climb out of.
Be careful what you wish for.
The truth is that my life IS fortunate. I make a good deal of money that a single man can actually spend on items and trips that a family man would have to avoid. I am healthy. I am well-liked and revered in the work place. By the look of it all I am in pretty good shape.
Since the days of relationship lost I have learned how to live splendidly and happily as a single man. So much so that I have built one of the mightiest and most “secure” walls around my being that there doesn’t appear to be any chance that I will ever fully allow a relationship in again. Friends are no issue. I love my friends. I can look at them, be with them and go out with them when I want and leave them be when I choose to be on my own.
That doesn’t work in relationships.
The truth is that I have no patience for dating. I am skeptical of those who require relationships and distrustful of those who do not. I meet people and quietly assume there is something wrong with them if they don’t like me and something severely off-center if they do. My history since my longest relationship is of men who have more baggage than humanly necessary. I have been relieved and thrilled upon finding my singledom once I left all of these relationships. What does that say besides I am not “choosing” for the right reasons or not looking in the right places.
The fact is I am not looking. If I have a tarot card reading and they begin to talk about relationships I tune out. I am convinced that I am not going to be in a relationship again. I am not looking. But that doesn’t stop the soul from wondering why it is of that ilk. Why did my life turn out as a solitary one?
So I assume that it is best for someone who loves and wants to travel as much as I do. But I am not traveling… I am working. All the time.
So… I am feeling the rut and the depression that I speak to. But I am ULTRA aware that I am not going to change something because of emotions or feelings. That isn’t wise. I will examine, write, research, and live patiently with awareness and see where this path is to take me next.
If life is about chapters, this one has been going on for a very, very long time.