After work, I walked outside of my CA office and the sky was so beautiful.
It made me want to walk around and dance and skip. But alas I am a victim of crappy office worthy shoes, that hurt my feet and have left blisters this week. Sadly the walk from the office to the hotel across the street was all I could really handle.
I need to change that, among other things.
It’s a little amusing to me that I have gotten rid of so much stuff these past two months, after reading The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing and yet I still kept my shitty shoes.
Note to self: when Maria starts wanting to buy her own clothes I will steer her away from Forever 21. She does not need to ever believe that it’s worth it to wear shoes that make your feet blister just because they look cute.
I have thrown said shoes away in the trash in my hotel room. Not really sure though if it will be less painful to now have to drive an hour from my house to go to a mall in Hawaii, and buy adequate shoes for the next time I have to come to California.
Anyway, the sky was lovely it really was. And the whole day was lovely too. My office overlooks this marina and it’s so beautiful.
I told this to a colleague today and she said “yeah but Hawaii is beautiful too.”
I never said it wasn’t. Both can be beautiful at the exact same time. There is room for much beauty in my life, the chaos of lush Hawaii and the manicured marina outside of my office building in California. I will take all of the beauty I can get, preferably beauty that does not inflict pain.
I remind myself over and over again that more often than not things are not exclusive from each other, they just aren’t.
I remind myself of a lot of things. Lately, it’s been a little on the obsessive side.
This is my thing. The constant reminding. Constant pep talk. Constantly trying to talk myself out of my anxieties.
I never feel less anxious. Never. Not long enough to last anyway.
But through the process of trying and failing I learn a lot of other things. So that’s good too.
Part of this process of dealing with my anxiety is going back and re-reading old journal entries, blog posts, and my chatbooks.
The overall theme is the same seven years ago, ten years ago, two days ago, now.
I struggle with feeling anxious. Not being fully in control over everything. Anything.
For example, I just re-read a post about how I had to have cheeze-its in the bathroom because Baby Maria wouldn’t let me go to the bathroom by myself and in an attempt to not have her unroll the toilet paper, or play with the cleaning products under the sink (wherein I am begging you to judge me) I had cheeze-its to feed her while I peed.
I read these posts and it’s like a time machine.
I don’t remember all of the details, but I do remember EXACTLY how I felt because it’s how I feel now.
It’s basically how I feel constantly.
I feel a lot of things in conjunction to my anxiety. The anxiety is a constant, the other emotions are bonuses.
But it’s cool. Because now I can read those posts and I can identify the emotions and I can see the outcome. Baby Maria survived that phase. Maria has since then survived many phases. Maria is ok. We are ok. We will always be ok.
We will always be ok. There is no other possible way to be. We will always, overall, be ok.
I am certain of it just as I am certain that I will be anxious about most of the details in our life probably forever.
My emotions are not segmented. My life is not neatly compartmentalized. It drives me nuts. But it’s what makes it so beautiful.
When I read back on old posts or even just look at old pictures on my phone, when I look back on our amazing life I am reminded that even if I don’t see the beauty in it this very moment it does exist, it is always there.