Lately I feel like I’m stuck in a 1980’s Nickelodeon Opposite Sketch. You might have to have a middle-aged child to get that! Not this, nope, not that…no, thanks. All of a sudden nothing fits. I’m an outsider in my own life. It isn’t as if this strange phenomenon hasn’t occurred many times throughout the years; I’m sure you’ve experienced it also. It simply means we are growing mentally and spiritually, and our circumstances/home/work/relationships are not as natural as they once felt. We’ve slipped in our skin.

I knew this would happen because I have been ill. As I’ve disclosed recently I had a few rough weeks in August where I was quite sick – always a precursor to a big wake-up call. If you survive an illness, you will move through some transformation to do so. It’s similar to travel, although not as fun – if you’re as present as possible through the experience it will change you. That doesn’t mean I am consciously aware of what that healing means, at least not yet. But I’m noticing now that I don’t feel very attached to the past, to my life up to now. Everything is nebulous, kinda floaty, not securely grounded, fluid. That serves as a signal to pay attention. New opportunities will be revealing themselves as I move forward – but don’t make any fast moves. Respond softly. Remain reverentially curious.

Another way of describing this might be to say that I am letting go of everything and everyone and observing who stays, what stays, how things settle in the coming weeks and months. Sickness has an organic way of doing that. For right now at least, I’m less interested in efforting. What happens, happens. I have to drop expectations. For starters, I can’t expect anyone to get it. I don’t have the strength to hold up my end of any obligation, to show up any certain way…to be who you think I am. I want to live, and that’s about all I know today. What happens next remains to be seen.

Your opinion of me is none of my business. The politicians can manage without my input. The creditors will have to wait. The house isn’t clean. I’m empty. This is a good thing, this empty. It may sound dramatic, but I have a sense of renewal, of anticipation. It is time to re-evaluate priorities, set some new goals, be specific, focus. What do I want?! Where do I go from here…?