JORBS and the life

I am trying to figure out what to do with my life, my time, my limited supply of energy.
At a sufi retreat the other day, I said that I wanted to leave fear and anxiety, and the needless arguments I have in my head, behind in the new year. I woke up late and thus far, it hasn't been the new year yet... to put it mildly. But I have been catching myself and laughing, and calling myself a drama llama.

I am looking up jobs at a million places, and none of them sound satisfying... or rather they sound intimidating and exhausting, and I either don't qualify or worry that I will be assigning myself needless suffering by taking the job... I am apparently very dark, even though it is sunny out. I probably slept in too long.

I am wavering between the confidence and optimism of the people around me, and the limiting descriptions and lack of knowledge I have of the field. These job descriptions sound awful because i don't know the environment, don't know the people, don't know what to expect. Maybe these are all awesome opportunities, maybe I would be taking on too much.

The one job I have the most optimism for is also the opposite of what I told myself I would be looking for. It is another job where I would be prepping for the future in a helpful way for my professional career, but wouldn't have the social support I crave... and it would require building that social support in my spare time. Maybe I could do that.
Take a class with Victoria.
Join a circle at church.
Attend a social event once a week.
Have friends over more often in the evenings even though I am tired.
Babysit the niece and nephew?

When I woke up today, I realized that part of my low mood has been the lack of purpose, and part has been the lack of social interactions. I want people around to motivate me... this is one of the primary things I need to develop in my own life, and it was something I was relying on Molly to provide.
I have relied on others to provide this in the past.

I keep thinking, I need to run these decisions and concerns by some folks and ge their approval before going forward. Need to be talked into the decision.
But maybe I need to just take a leap of faith?
Or maybe I need to reach out to more people and do informational interviews?
I don't know. This is how I get stuck.

Resmaa says to be a grown up means making your own path and not waiting for someone else to lead you. I often ask myself that question without consciously answering, or without diving into the answer too deeply. Who are you trying to impress with this action? Who's approval are you seeking? 
Sometimes it is my parents, other times a friend or love. I find myself reading books that friends or exes have recommended or listening to their songs, and some part of me fantasizes about their reaction if they stumbled into me and saw me doing that, would they feel loved? Would they love me?
But that's not really how it works is it.

I am weighing out different paths:
A spiritual path (Sufi? Buddhist? UU? Tarot? spiritual life coaching?)
A trauma focused path (somatic, neurofeedback, emdr, brainspotting)
A community empowerment path
An education focused path
A holistic path. Integrative
A creative path,  cartoons, art, writing

People ask me who I want to work with, seekers of healing? Not little ones. I do best with folks who are above 16. I am interested in a social environment that can adapt to people's needs rather than a rigid program. I'd like to be able to work with folks from a variety of backgrounds, not just white middle upper class folks. I like a challenge, but don't want to be bogged down forever. I have no specialties, and I am not fully licensed in anything right now.

As I have said at other times... the thing I desire (a partnership) doesn't seem to be in my immediate future. I watched a tarot video the other day where the lady was like, ~'oh, you keep getting in the way of building your sanctuary, your ideal world, because you don't know why you should build it if you have no one to share it with...'  theme of my life, but she said, if you build it they will come... 

Everything is telling me take a step forward, but I am not feeling motivated or compelled. 
When I was 18 and feeling this way, my mom gave me the advice of just choosing, and knowing that I could do the rest later. Life, the timing, the lack of energy, makes me hesitant. I feel like I need to choose things wisely, life has so many paths. Trusting in the universe means knowing that if there is a "right" path, all roads will lead to it. The corrections will come, the opportunities will be present... but it's difficult considering my last major choices lead to burnout and breakup. Learning opportunities... but hard ones. Am I ready for the next?

merry christmas

Its 6:45 AM. I woke up an hour ago. Chatted with jesse for a bit, then tried to go back to sleep. I was thinking of how grateful I am that she has been in my life these last few years. Someone present in the middle of the night, randomly available, totally non-invested, but connected enough to touch base now and then.


In the dream, we were making food. There was a half dozen people involved, and it was complicated but it was good. Becky was there. It might have been 3B. At a certain point, I knew something was up. We had an exchange that others may or may not have recognized.
Later, I tried to talk to her about it. She didn't want to.
Later someone else wanted to talk about it, and I let slip my concerns.
She was furious with me for breaking her secrets.
We talked through it.
We talked through the meal as a group.
Things were ok.


Becky is often a stand in for other people in my dreams. I am very aware of that now.
I think this is a pattern dream. A dream about how secrets and isolation do us harm.
My secrets kept me from talking to Molly about things fully.
Her secrets kept her from talking to me.
We both felt alone and acted out of our aloneness.

Jesse said something about my Dad's side liking Trump.
I realized we haven't talked politics for a while.
I wonder how much Trump and that stuff has impacted his marriage. He has been avoiding her, even if he doesn't say that. They don't watch fox news anymore. Something has changed.
Steve and I both felt like Dad had become more like he was when we were younger. Alone, manipulative, self serving. I have been worried it's his hearing. Maybe it's his marriage?

Was she just a vacation?
Is that what we do?

Aura reading

-He mentioned being worried about my dads health.—How my energy is drained and continually pulled by a relationship that is on hold. Not done, but distant for now.  I continue to feel dull because I’m trying to maintain my grounding, rather than being able to focus on other chakras or move forward.
-how my mom and molly have the opposite responses to the same shit, and how I swing like a pendulum trying to balance them.  How this is my own control issue. I care take, because her feelings are unsafe to me, I don’t trust them, so I try to sooth or address them so they don’t impact me so much.  -And that  Empathy requires boundaries - no matter what I need to do a better job of taking care of myself.

He said she might come back. But that it would be my choice to let her, and I should make the decision within the next few weeks.

Rachel asked me what inspires me.

I don't do enough gratitude and focus on the positive:

A I told her, typically the things that inspire me are the universe, nature, science, beauty, human creativity such as art, music, writing, design, comedy, humans’ stories, faith, history and human creation, relationships etc…

I am not really sure what has been inspiring lately. I’ve been watching a lot of improv comedy on youtube. I’ve been watching some comedy/awkwardness on hulu and Netflix. I haven’t been exploring much. Maybe I need to go travel for a week, something to change up the patterns. 

I’ve been trying to figure out how to get furniture in my apartment that fits, but I realized today that I am reluctant because one of the things I like most about my apartment is that it feels open. So I am avoiding cluttering it up or reducing the space. There are some things that might make it feel better. I could put down a rug. I could get some beanbags or something. I might go for benches or ottomans or giant pillows. Something that can be stacked, instead of taking up the room. 

I am doing a lot of reading. Last night I bought a book on seeing auras and another on creative visualization, I have found neither of them inspiring and it kind of feels like a waste of money. But I suppose that is the thing lately, I haven’t felt very inspired. 

I am not sure where to turn for inspiration. My voice, my aura has felt weak. Generally, I’d say I’m pretty low energy lately. Taking naps, reluctant to exercise, staying up too late and sitting in one spot too long. I am not feeling moved. I am stagnant, but everyone is telling me that I’m doing the inner work necessary to move forward in a healthy way… and I want to believe that. 

It makes me very aware of how much I was allowing Molly to anchor my life in something that felt real, and I am questioning how much my sense of self is rooted in taking care of others, rather than anything inherent to me, or rather what a reasonable balance is. 

I am inspired by seeing others grow, by supporting them in critical and creative thinking.  I am seeking opportunities to do so without taking on the responsibility in a personal way, so that I can refrain from burning out. Typically, I am drawn to topics such as love, sex, spirituality, human connection, healing, beauty, society… but over the years, my interests have narrowed or shrunk. I don’t want to study violence, and oppression. I don’t want to study power dynamics and how we hurt each other. I see it too often. The unintentional, the unconscious ways we destroy ourselves. It just makes me sad. I’d rather focus on solutions that seem tangible, the little ways we can free ourselves from traps. But I am in them too, and it feels hypocritical to preach and not practice. 

The adjustment of the body has intrigued me lately. The push and pull on muscles, bones, joints, blood, hormones, skin, energy. How might I go about healing the toxic in myself and others?

How do I help myself and others overcome our karma, pursue our dharma?

How do I see more color, or appreciate that which is in front of me?

How do I keep from avoiding, allowing fear to guide my actions, believe in abundance and trust in the universe?

I have a hard time concentrating these days. I need to fidget, I need to have something else going on. I need to be looking through the mirror at someone else to form any clarity. And yet, I am self-focused, selfish oriented. Want to be selfish enough to find the right things. 

If I had the energy, I’d be in love. 

If I had the energy, I’d finish my book.

If I had the energy, I’d travel and laugh.

I’d join an improv club. 

I’d become a preacher.

I’d write poetry on people’s skin as I allowed the universal energy to move through me and into them for healing. 

I’d learn to play music, and sing with a clear voice, and draw people to me. 

I’d write a life changing book. I’d made art every night and then play board games with friends, or play toys with my kids.

I’d relax on the couch, I’d give and get massages. 

I’d see the energy in the air, see it surrounding people, transforming them, shifting with them, and I’d know how to manipulate it just right to bring about the best chance for growth. I’d forever be loving to myself, not ashamed or guilty about the things I’ve done, but only recognizing that they were part of something larger, and that in the same way others might provide the opportunity for karmic healing to me through suffering, I might be offering them the same. I am judas, I am jesus, and I am humanity that plays all roles. 

I’d day dream of a new life, and know that I wouldn’t give my own up for it. 

Maybe that’s what happened. 

I stopped imagining a better future, because I was content with the one I thought I had. It wasn’t what was really happening, but the one I imagined I had around me. 

I just spent half an hour looking up energy healers. The only thing that has given me boosts lately is the spiritual and esoteric. Im drawn to that sort of shit still. 

Maybe I need to spend a week in a shack by the ocean, or on a mountain top. Maybe I need a random sexual encounter, or a pilgrimage, or maybe just a walk around the lake without the freezing temps. 

After writing that post last night, I returned to my book and felt a sense of calm. A sense that love would heal me. That my fears and hurt were only temporary. That in the end, things would all work out even if I couldn't get what I wanted in the immediate, ultimately, I know who I am and what I care about... and life is good.

Hung out with some friends last night. It was good. It's hard to ask for what you want, or to make true connections when you're heart broken. I want to invest in people, want to be curious, want to be loving, but I don't have the natural inclination right now. Not sure how to be the person I want to be.

I woke up this morning and decided to text her.
It was simple, just well-wishing.
She told me what they were up to.
I wished I could be part of her life still, but I was in church, and realized that my values and objectives remain different than the way that I am with her. I am afraid when I am with her. I feel insecure because she can't reassure me. It keeps me limited, and in a lower vibration (as the energy people say). I can keep my centering and meditation and mindfulness, but when it comes down to it - I need a partner. And she can't be mine.

I miss her. I wish well for her. But I can't stay stuck like this. I am hanging myself in this suspension, because I don't what else to do. I don't know what the right path is for me.

I came home and did some more reading. Then took a nap.
I dreamed that I was in her apartment. I was there all afternoon, preparing, cleaning, organizing, making dinner, and waiting for them to come home. I was waiting, and the time passed. I was waiting and there was no call. I was waiting and preparing to argue my way back into her heart. But I wasn't on her mind. As the night came, I felt like a stranger trespassing in her apartment. She was avoiding coming home, or she was too busy with her life, and I was not wanted.





I am waiting for the light to show me a way. Something that calls or pulls.
I feel like I am in the same place I was when we met, and when we began dating.
Everything is telling me to release, to cut away, to find closure, to detach.
But my soul and my heart keep reminding me that love still exists. I need to stop desiring to control how things exist.

I’m feeling kind of pathetic because I just cried for the last hour because a girl who broke up with me 4 months ago changed her Facebook picture.

To be fully clear, I reread some old emails and texts, and realized I’ve only been feeling better because I’ve been avoiding her, and distracting myself so much.

I know I am particularly vulnerable these days because I don’t have anything else going on. Again, I gotta find my own path. No distractions. No illusions. But damn it was a good one. I miss her all the time.

Maybe seeing a movie tonight with illy and raj will help. Pretty sure I offended the girl last time.
Maybe I need to take the full dose of the Prozac.
Maybe I need to go away like I usually do.

Just because I love her doesn’t mean she is good to me.

I am sitting around feeling tired, and lonely.
I go online and realize she has changed her profile picture on facebook. She never updates anything on there. She chose a new picture that is less beautiful (no, that is just what I am telling myself to not be enamored), but instead I am aware that I don't recognize the location. It is green. Was it taken before? Was it taken recently? Was it taken with someone else? Was it taken with someone else in mind?  Certainly.
I feel a rush of pain, of heat, of confusion, slight nausea. It is mild in comparison to how I have felt it before. I breathe through it, get through it. But now I am tighter. I crave more, and yet, I am also aware that it will be painful. I wish she would write me, tell me that all the things I have learned about her and myself and our relationship since we broke up are misguided. Tell me that she has changed. That she can't live without me.
It is a fantasy. A temptation.
It has nothing to do with reality and I become aware again how easy it would be for me to lose my own path.
How content I was with her. How I would have stayed forever even though it would have remained eternally off balance and I would have continued to lose myself.
Have to learn to let the universe fill my cup again.
but maybe one more look.

Midnight thoughts

Reading: Seat of the Soul
Thinking about: life lessons
Worried about: sleep pattern, next steps in life
Distracted by: silence, the invisible agitation of boredom and loneliness, the millions of little distractions that I choose because I don't know what else to do.


I am aware that I am lonely, I am also aware that I don't want distractions. I continue to choose them, minute after minute, because I remain unsatisfied with things regardless of what I choose. What I really want are people who I can bounce ideas off of, truths, something real, something vibrant. Most of the time, I don't feel like I have the energy to do that justice, so instead I am quiet, or say the same things over and over again, or get insecure. Or I remain isolated, watching bullshit tv or videos on my phone, unsure what to do with all the time.

I've been getting in arguments in my head, because anger is a type of energy, and it beats boredom and loneliness. But I am also feeling incredibly grateful right now, and that's a weird mix.
I am wanting to fight with Molly, to get her to open her eyes. And also, I am wanting to thank her for sending me away so that I could open mine. What a gift relationships are. What a gift heartbreak can be. What a gift to have the space to reflect. What a gift to experience deep dissatisfaction. What a gift to recognize a desire in all the suffering for something more. What a gift to be privileged enough to wait. What a gift to be privileged enough to have opportunities.

I bought $80 worth of art supplies because there was a sale, then got home and decided to try to sleep instead of playing around with them. I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. I have a toothache, and an appointment that might cost me way too much money to get it fixed. I have the money.

What I don't have are plans for the future, or a desire to set them in stone. Each day I wake up and say "You should do ----- today." and normally I can check 1-2 things off the list, but the big things remain undone. I was "supposed" to be looking for jobs this week, but I haven't even updated my resume.


The LICSW license requires another year or two of clinical work, which I feel like is a worthy investment, but I am unsure what I want to do that fulfills the obligation, and also leaves me excited for the future. Maybe I just need to find a good group practice and do outpatient for a shitty cut. A year or two of that and I can take on my own clients on the side for cash. Start doing teaching gigs, volunteer, make some art, or write a bit more.

My brain feels like mush, but really I think I am just adjusting to the recognition that I have been yearning for someone else's path, but have to get back to mine.
It's my own form of avoidance.
I want a partner. I need to remember that partnership is not the end goal in itself, but a means to support the journey.

Meta cognition

Lately I feel like every time I turn my mind inward in a concentrated way, my mind goes blank. I think this is supposed to be a good thing, but it is really frustrating for me. I focus, I try to think through something in a conscious way, and I lose it. It doesn't even seem, just out of reach, but rather vanished. Strangely, I can approach from the periphery and think through a million things. Fantasies, day dreams, the little distractions of boredom, or the place the mind goes when I am supposed to be focused... all my best thinking lately has come about in this way. 

Like I am supposed to be concentrating on the book in front of me, but my mind is rewriting history. I am supposed to be focused on what someone is saying, but my mind is three steps back, stuck on a joke. 

I haven't been writing much because of this. 

I have been spacing out and watching television, playing computer games, watching youtube, listening to Dessa too much, sleeping in for too long. 

I have no place to be, and most of the bills are paid. I've almost run out of little tasks and errands. I suppose I have that root canal to schedule, that dentist bill to pay, that therapy bill to pay, that email I was supposed to send, that resume to update, that job to get, that vacation to plan, that date to obtain, but really, everything at its right time and place right? 

I've been sleeping in so that I can dream. I remember them more when I am sleeping in. I am waiting for messages, trying to discern all the things. Waiting for the pull. 

I feel like my last major decisions were made to A) add some drama to my life, and B) to remove some drama from my life. And now I am back to the place I was before.... my life has mostly been fulfilled, except that I don't currently have much. It gets boring quick. 

I could go back to writing (but blank mind). 

I could plan a trip (but, been there done that). 

I could add some more drama to my life.

I could volunteer or do something else just to fill my time. 

I could get a job doing something that isn't exactly what I want, something to add more to my resume. 

I could change careers. I could buy a house. I could move to Colorado or Washington or Argentina. 

Last night I had a dream that I was falling in love with someone new. That it was more like, hey lets plan a trip together, and if we fall in love while we are there, good for us. 

Tonight I was talking to Katie over dinner and she mentioned that Molly was now in her class, and I got a sudden burst of energy. 

It's been difficult the last few days, I find I am talking to the idea of her again. Nothing in reality, just that other voice... because I am bored.  I go back and forth between arguing with her and justifying why we should remain broken up (though I am sure she wouldn't disagree). I find I am having an easier time recognizing all the little ways I withheld, was defensive and untrusting, taking more ownership over my own choices and behaviors. I was not a good boyfriend. But I was willing to work at it, which is more than I can say for her... its easier now to just pretend as if she was never trying... but that isn't true. There were times. 

I assume she is dating someone. I assume it will end the same way we did. 

Life isn't as enjoyable without someone to share it with. But it also isn't very enjoyable when the person you want to share with doesn't like you.

She was helpful in giving me direction.  That is like in my top 5 things I am grateful for her for...

It was easier to attach myself to her path, that to face the unknown of my own.

I keep thinking about whether I should try to date one of the people in my life who I am not attracted to, but who I enjoy. Like... would that get different results? I am strongly hooked on people who don't promise to stabilize my life... I am so strongly drawn to them, that everyone else seems dull by comparison. Hence, Mo with all her stuff, the closest I've ever been to a happily ever after, and neither of us trusted each other.  cwazy 

I love that all my people randomly reach out. Keeping me on track, one random dinner, or text message at a time. 

Gotta find my path.

December

I've been feeling like I turned a corner. But today the sun is hidden and I have a headache, so we shall see if it was just all the sunshine lately.

Dreams:

I have these places I visit in my dreams, one is a city in Europe, somewhere near the mediterranean. Its not a real place I have been, though maybe it exists. I've been there many times in my dreams, so much so, that I recall that it is familiar each time and remember places I've stayed and the general layout of the city. I don't know if I have business there, or anything to see. My job is always to secure a place to stay. 

Last night I showed up, exiting what I assume to be a train station and hundreds of people were smoking outside on the benches. I sat amongst them for a moment, taking in the worldliness of it. After a few minutes, I realized this smoking is adding to the pollution in the air and left to seek the hostel that is closest. 
The guy never remembers me, but every time I approach with amusement and hesitation. He is always crabby and not very helpful at first, then I say I have stayed there before and he lightens up. They had room. I wrote down two nights and then said I'd likely stay more. He nodded, knowing they would be booked up by the weekend, but allowing me the fantasy. I asked for a map, even though I know the layout of the city. He didn't have any extra maps so he said he would photocopy it, but we got distracted and he never did give me a copy. We were watching the neighbors through the window. 
He said all people do now adays is get drunk and then fight each other. 
Just as he was saying this, the people started fighting. 
I was more interested in their clothes and jewelry. They dressed like people from Pakistan, but had lighter skin and were not muslim. I didn't know how to ask without being impolite, I wondered if they were rroma. 
Later I was outside the building and a woman was making soup and distributing it. Maybe selling things too. She didn't have a table or anything, just set up on a small ledge. She had a kid with her. She had very white skin and very light hair. Her eyelashes were white. She might have had albinism, but it also looked like makeup, her eyelids were splashed with a yellow circle, so that when she closed her eyes the circle completed, but when they were open it smudged into a half circle. The look was off-putting to me, it made me feel on edge. I asked her where she was from. She said she lived in a town about 50 minutes away. She didn't have an accent, or rather, she sounded like a midwestern American even though she clearly wasn't. I didn't know how to ask what I really wanted to know. 
I turned away.




In another dream I was talking to Molly. It was brief and I was woken up by a text (very irritated). 
She was saying that in the end, everyone chose peace, or rather it was something like "Sorry, I guess we all choose peace." When she said it, I interpreted it as choosing to move away from discomfort, and wanted to argue with her, started to, but even as I was doing it, realized it didn't help. Then I woke up. 






I've been thinking a lot lately about the big concepts of love, forgiveness, control, acceptance, path in life, meaning in life. 

The last few days I was totally comfortable with the ideas. I felt myself. At ease. Loving. Capable of taking on anything and also letting go of anything. It was really nice. It was nice to acknowledge that feelings come and go, and that the stories we tell ourselves are also temporary. 
Letting go is necessary, and good. 
Being rejected is necessary, and good. 
Fear and all the other stuff is just... stuff. To be attended to when the time is right, and to be discarded when it doesn't serve. 

What am I serving?