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Happiness gently landed on my shoulders

I can’t be the only one

The other day when I was feeling mentally skewed, I was contemplating “when does life begin”…not in the conception-abortion-birth question..just life..when do I quit thinking, planning and obsessing about life and just live it?  Does everyone do this or just me.  When I look back on my life, I have only a few regrets…one of them is that I was always so uptight about things that I frequently took any available joy right out of it.  I have, over the years, evaluated what I thought “his” life was like…he always said he didn’t worry about anything because it didn’t do any good..he said he could just stop thinking about things…WHAT…I realize there are male/female rolls in life .. who does the mowing and who does the vacuuming…and in the past I was tense because I didn’t feel that I could just sit on the couch and relax and let be whatever needed to be…I always had “women’s” chores to do and/or raising female children…I also spent way too much time thinking,worrying and trying to be worthy of love from my parents…I worried, I stewed, I was totally disappointed in myself that I couldn’t let things go….

Now..many years later…I still worry..maybe apprehensive is a better word…a have little motivation to do anything where I have to leave home…for the most part, I have to psych myself up in order to do anything away from home…I want to just do it – not think about it – not worry about it – not have to plan for it or plan what is going to happen afterward…How do I just relax and roll with it?

 

7 responses to “I can’t be the only one”

  1. I know your feeling.  I often think about what I’ll do when my real life starts.  I used to be a whole lot more “type A” than I am now.  Having my world rocked – and then continuing to be rocked when I least expect it has kind of helped me to learn to roll with it a whole lot more than I used to be able to.  I find the deeper I get into this out of control life of mine the more peaceful I am feeling – because there’s not much I can do about it except hang on and go with it.  There’s no clean house police and no one is coming to get you if the laundry isn’t done today.   I know!  I was shocked to find out! 

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  2. Watching Scrubs makes everything all better!I love you Nina! You ARE and amazing woman and be proud of who you are and what you do!

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  3. The thing about those “women’s chores” is that there is never any end to them!  Therefore, I am not nearly so eager to try to get them “done” anymore.But for the rest of your musings, sometimes I think it comes with this time of life.  It’s something that is so close to our grasp…

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  4. Therefore I tell you do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about the body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they are? Who of you by worring can add a single hour to her life?And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lillies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will He not much more clothe you O you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, “What shall we eat?” or What shall we drink?” or ” What shall we wear?” For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows you need them. But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.  Therefore do not worry about for tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.   

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  5. Well I cant answer your questions cause u sound like me , maybe it is just a woman thing???

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  6. @tlm0000 – Thank you!!  That is exactly where I’m trying to get…I had a taste of it a few months back but I let it be ripped away from me again :(By the way…my nickname at work is Neener 🙂  i don’t mind it at all….

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  7. You know in my head your nickname has become Nina Nineer (pronounced Knee-Ner).  Sometimes I also call you Nina Banina.I don’t know why.  I just can’t help changing peoples name. A few months ago I head the song Waiting for my real life to begin by Colin Hay and it sent me off in a tangent about this, or at least something close to it.  We spend so much time putting off things and thinking, well when this stage of my life is over then I’ll go do that thing.  The problem with that is that “this stage” is also the real life.  We had a particularly bad year a few years ago and lost quite a few family members in a relatively short time and it did something to me.  I’ve never had a lot of boundaries to begin with but the ones I did have got a little softer.  I really stopped being tense about things and had some sort of internal epiphany about my place in the grand scheme of time.  I’m such a little tiny impact.  When I’m gone the rest of the world will still keep going, and the things I do today will most likely only be noticed by a very few, for a very brief time.  I’m a decent person, and I do my best to not hurt anyone.  Other than that, I try to enjoy whatever I’m doing at that moment with very few worries about the next thing to come. You are an amazing person.  You give off this energy that just says I AM NINA all are welcome. 🙂  I bet if you put your mind to it you could take over the world.  Or at least a part of it.  I have very good instincts about people and I’m almost NEVER wrong about my first impressions.  Really, just ask anyone.  My daughter is the same way.  We just know people when we meet them, and I’m telling you, you are one of a very special group of women. This certainly has turned into a strange rambling comment.  I think I will go find warm clothes and see if I can shovel for more than five minutes.  I hate shoveling with a passion.

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