This morning I woke up from a dream wherein I was begging people for oatmeal cookie recipes. I have no idea why that was so important to me but I also had an epiphany right before I sat up in bed. Maybe my old recipe doesn’t work anymore because we used to melt the butter. MELT the butter. That was the key to my chocolate chip cookies’ texture being fixed. Our recipe was so memorized that perhaps some of the instructions have been lost over time and my memory has faded. I have now resolved to embark upon this experiment post haste. You have no idea how long I’ve been trying to get the recipe I used back in the tribe to turn out the same here. No other recipes I’ve tried work either. Something is just…off.
Just like cookie recipes…my memory daily fades in reference to my current reality. I have had another light bulb ‘ding’ that is far more illuminating as far as my daily life and struggles goes. It’s not the first time I’ve remembered this..and it won’t be the last. But it always is such a relief to recognize why my past 2 weeks have been so foggy for me.
We all know that we tend to have a different set of rules for ‘company’ than we do for ‘you live here’. The transition between those two states always takes me a while to realize. Because while company is here, I tend to set aside my own schedules, cater to them, do my best to be with them constantly, etc. As soon as they stop ‘just visiting’, I eventually realize I’ve lost myself and my priorities, schedule and LIFE…again. I have always sacrificed my priorities for others’. That just doesn’t work for me anymore. It doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy their company or spend time with them. It just means I have to start living again and we have to stop eating special suppers and having drinks every night. My ideal daily life is not weekend life…not anymore. There was a time not 6 months ago that this WOULD have been ideal..but I’ve grown, evolved..changed…settled more comfortably into my identity. I no longer so desperately seek to survive every day.
It’s interesting for me to have to face the facts over and over that it is not my job to keep everyone happy. It is not my responsibility to be the buffer always. It’s not my purpose to ensure that my schedule matches everyone else’s. If I want to get up early and go to bed early, I will. Perhaps these seem like mundane things to most people, but for someone whose entire life was spent based on the early understanding that she existed solely for the purpose of helping, enabling and supporting other people, at her own expense, it is still a curious and exotic thing to realize that she does NOT. Yes, I love to help, listen, support…but I can’t do it at the expense of my own sanity, time, sleep or schedule (what there is of it, I still have one).
Once I remember the above again, all is smooth sailing for a few days. Then I forget again. To forget is to repeat the past. How true that has always and will always be. As long as I do remember who I am, what I do and where I live, I will not accidentally relapse into the past reality and universe I spent so many years in. Knowing I do not have to live in that plane of existence or according to those rules any longer; remembering that as horrible as it was, it no longer is my physical reality…that gives me the hope to move forward into the future and to live my days in the present.
We cannot move past that which we have forgotten or not faced. May we all be able to live today and look forward to tomorrow…by remembering and facing our pasts.
Many virtual hugs to all of you out there for listening and understanding!