Where you can never return


Oh, hello. It’s been a minute. As promised, I’ve come here less often – with less to say and less to process.

Time shifted today. But my body only obeys its own rhythms. I am slowly losing connection with time. I have no use for it; it rarely matters. It seems I just don’t know what day it is and I find that it’s all so inconsequential anyway. It’s a construct we invented for the purpose of laboring away and perhaps setup the entire ‘Cup half-empty’ mentality to always be aware that this intangible thing called time is slipping away from us.

Fuck it. It just doesn’t matter. Why bother keeping track. Being true to your biology seems so much more keen.

New breathing now. Better breathing. Better sleeping. All good. And bless those who surrounded the crunchy, bloody ordeal – however brief it ’twas.

“No going back” keeps being repeated to me. And maybe there’s good reason. That instead of looking at the card catalog of where I’ve been, I should be more focused on the future and the present state of my feet.

There are moments where I realize how cruel I am to myself. How much I beat myself up over food, diet, body, relationships, work, etc. Could I be a bit more sensitive to my own delicate nature, which I’ve always known was there. The exoskeleton rose from this and now has overpowered the rest of me. It’s time to just shift my own self. To give myself a break. To be a bit more self-preserving, self-loving.

And no going back means relying on the present state of myself and no longer lingering on the past as a crutch toward a future that is not guaranteed or promised or even likely.

I have a hard time not being alone. I revel in it. But it is sad. It does make me a bit lonely at times and it’s hard for me to overcome it for the sake of being around people. Again, delicate like broken glass that no one wants to clean up. That’s how I’ve made myself. And those with the balls to do so, I become as loyal as a dog and will protect forever. Because I am grateful and thankful and humbled and loved. When others can love me a bit better than I can love myself – I have to allow these folks in and let them teach me how to be better at this myself and see what they see.

Don’t get so worried that I’m down on myself. It’s just a lot of thinking that’s happened. My life is blissful in how simple, in how peaceful, in how easy and in how transparent I have become with myself.

I had the reason to believe today that I may never have the love of another man but that absence doesn’t negate or overpower the other love that’s swirling around me and propelling me and keeping me smiling. It’s just a reality. I no longer have the expectation it’s coming. I’m no longer looking. I’m no longer hopeful or hopeless. I’m just here. Me. Solitary but not alone.

Always resilient and always flawed. Like a model with a defect. But is there such a thing as a the ideal? No. It’s a farce.


After a trip to Atlanta and a conversation in a hotel room that was soul-baring for many, we came to this concept of bucket-fillers. And the truth of the matter was you have those who are filling your bucket and you are filling theirs – mutual beneficial relationships. Then there are those that just take, take, take, take. And you give, give, give, give. And those are the relationships that will suck you dry. Will leave you crying alone at night. Leave you questioning your worth. Leave you wondering why you’ll never be loved.

And I’ve become more protective about my bucket-filling tendencies. Because for those that I flutter to, I give so easily and freely. Sometimes without return and to the detriment of myself. And I see it now. It’s all so clear.

…you just can’t go backwards. I’m going to stop trying.

This is the new year.

Last day before the return to work. Here I sit, watching Star Trek for the umpteenth time, consistently entertained throughout each viewing. Here I sit, pondering what will 2010 bring to me and what am I offering up to the world or the universe in 2010?

Humility, grace, laughter, goodwill, patience, faith and equanimity. This last term is truly been one I’ve been making my mantra for the last year or more. Finding peace, finding myself less reactionary to life (read as: less freaking out in response to life’s stimuli).

What do I hope to achieve in this year? I’d like to do more freelance/consulting work. I’m going to have 10 clients this year. I’m going to continue to bring fresh, innovative ideas to my current position and explore the possibilities for growth within the ‘family’ I’ve been part of for the last couple of years.

I’m going to continue to feed my body with positive energy and healthy foods that further push me into a space of peace/happiness/enlightenment/call-it-what-you-may. I’m going to run in a marathon this year. I’m going to explore my creative writing and do more painting. I want to further my practice of yoga and pilates.

I will commit to being present in relationships and stepping up to the proverbial plate. I will further network and meet inspiring people and learn things from more individuals this year. I am going to read more books. I’m going to learn French.

Things that have helped me in my life that I wholeheartedly recommend:

Debbie Ford’s The Right Questions and The Dark Side of the Light Chasers.

Dr. Joel Fuhrman’s Eat to Live.

Neko Case’s Middle Cyclone.

This is my theme for 2010, take a listen: Come To Me (Peace)