Monday, September 13, 2010

Time Out








I took a time out for myself. I’m not used to doing that. I’m used to masking my need for time alone and immersing it with time with others. I used to think my “down time” was going out with friends, and just having a great movie night, or drinking and talking and gushing and communicating, and sharing…


And I’m exhausted.


Once again, inspiration has sprung from a movie – a movie I’ve quoted on here before…. The Divine Secrets of the YaYa Sisterhood.




Right before Ashley Judd’s character (she’s the young mother) falls off the deep end, she goes away – and stays in a hotel – all by herself. (See the video via - around 6min 40 secs) I remembered thinking – how sad. How depressing an existence that is to do that. To be away from your children, to be away from your husband, to be away from friends and family? How sad that must be, and how sad the person must be to do it.


With all the things that are going on in my life right now – I called a time out for myself, and said, “self – if you were to go somewhere and be alone, where would you want to be.” At first I yelled at myself, berated myself. Alone? Are you insane? Why would I EVER want to be alone? Why would I EVER want to be away from that adorable beautiful wonderful family that I have? Calmly, a voice replied, because you are sinking. And you need a timeout.


You have two choices, you can either have a timeout and try to get yourself back on your two feet, or you’re going to sink and drown, and you’re going to drag that beautiful wonderful amazing family down with you.


What are you going to do?


My reply was simply – the ocean. When I am alone, the happiest I am, ever will be, ever was, was when I was by the ocean water. I inherited that from my mother. She loved the ocean Whenever she was sad, she said – she’d go to the ocean and hash things out. Not necessariy with anyone, just with herself.


So – here I am. In front of an ocean, trying to hash things out inside, and all I can think about is – what am I going to have for dinner… when am I going to shower… It’s definitely getting cold.. yada yada yada. I suppose it very much an “eat pray love – trying to meditate” moment.


It’s beautiful here. The surf is only about 50 feet away – and I’m at the furthest point on the beach that I can be away from the waves. My room is right above me. I can technically write this up there – rather than here – on the beach – where I think the sand is messing with my keyboard. But – there’s something amazing about being able to type your blog, hash out your feelings, and get connected to yourself, on the beach – with a huge electronic toy. (wink.)


I’m all alone.


There are other people here – but they don’t know me from a hole in the wall. (never did get that saying). I’ve been sitting here on the beach since about 2:30ish. It’s 6:12. And the blaring question on my mind is – where am I going to eat. Out – or in?


But it shouldn’t be right? It should be the deeper questions – like – why am I here… what do I need to make me happy – what am I going to do about all the heavy?

And I’ve decided. No. It’s not.


An adult time out is about you. Whatever you want it to be to jolt you out of the same mundane thought pattern, to rejuvenate you. It could be going away (something drastic like me) – or a simple something by yourself. But – effeciely – the only one rule I suppose I have in my own head which I will impose on no one is – you have to be alone. Timeouts are for you. All for you. To be alone. And still…


And see if you can stand yourself. Because then – and only then – will you start listening to yourself. Not – focusing on yourself – because – let’s be honest – you focus on yourself all the time. You are probably 100% consumed with yourself. But – how often do you actually ask and answer the question, “what do I need?” much less – “what do I want?”


People are often telling themselves what they SHOULD need and what they SHOULD want. Which is why – it’s not a good idea to have anyone around when you’re in timeout mode. Because other people have this annoying little tendency to want to socialize and talk. I know – I know. I am a very BIG offender of that myself. But – when you need to put yourself in a timeout, you need to hear yourself. And that means, no chitty chatty talky socialize time. Other than that – no rules.


I spent a lot of time putzing around myself. For frick’s sake – it took me a whole 4 hours to get here. Then there was that whole eat lunch thing. Then I was on the beach – reading smutty magazines (a very guilty pleasure… right up there with surfing porn (hey – don’t judge me. If you say you’ve never done it – you’re probably lying – or worse – oppressed!…)) then I think I fell asleep. Then – I started writing. I’m freezing by the way. It’s a balmy 70 degrees where I am – with a wind chill factor of winds off the Atlantic at a warm 68 degrees – or thereabouts – (insert your local weather person’s name here) I am not.


And now – the question is – what do I want.


WHAT!?


The rest is between you and your timeout session.


Boy – there is nothing like crashing waves, and salt in the air to clear a mind.















It’s nice.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Nine Eleven


Today is 9/11. I'm a New Yorker by birth. Not upstate New York, not New York State - a New Yawkah. Born in St. Vincents (recently closed - thank you Board of Directors for mismanaging funds) - lived my first three years in the boro of Manhattan (Yes - it is technically one of the five boros - Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island, the Bronx and Manhattan). Born in 1976, there is a bit of a connection between myself and the Trade, because - the Trades were created in the 70's - and so was I. Prior to the 70's, the skyline was completely different, than when I was older and when I used to watch them from my father's station w as we drove over the Brooklyn Promenade part of the BQE (Brooklyn/Queens Expressway). I fell in love with the Towers. It was a 25 year love affair.


Like any lost love in your life, there is a mourning period. For me - I was in mourning over what happened. The worse part of it was that I had already moved away from the city by then, but I felt such a strong connection. So many of my friends worked near the towers, across the street, in the towers. I lost a friend in the Towers... I know friends of friends who witnessed horrific things, I know other who lost loved ones. But I was disconnected from them - because I was not in the city to mourn with them. I've always regretted that. I was THAT person who tried to find any connection they could to what happened. I was the one who said that if I took a 5:00am train from Smallbany - which I never do - and took the A to the Trade Center - for whatever reason - I would have been there. I just wanted to be a part of it. I know that sounds terrible - but I wanted to be connected to the city I grew up in, and had coursing through my veins. I wanted to have more reason to cry with them and be angry.. But I was miles north- and unable to share anything...



So - I went through the frustration, anger, denial etc... myself.. in order to come to terms with how I felt about this tragedy. You would think that after each sobering year, everyone would be further and further away from those broken feelings and that things would get easier. Unfortunately - it doesn't for me. Nor - as I can see from media coverage, Facebook posts, twitters - it doesn't for others either.

In my own life, I’m experiencing a lot of change. You see things through different and new perspectives. I’m seeing the World Trade Center tragedy through different eyes this year. Pensive, yes, sad, absolutely – but different.


What has happened since the Trade Center. Has anything good come from it? Over 2,000 people – dead. Fighting over a mosque’s location near the center and the threatening of burning the Koran in Florida - war amongst ourselves, war with other people. Do I dare say that the tragedy had accomplished its goal of fracturing this country more than it has to uniting it? So much so that when the memory of the tragedy started to fade in the eyes of the public, the wives of the 9/11 tragedies were accused of doing all they were doing for monetary gain. We still haven’t found Bin Laden. We have lost thousands more in our young service men and women. And are we any better than we were pre 9/11.


My girlfriend had a bumper sticker on her car. It was always very significant to me. It was simply the word ‘COEXIST’ using the various religious symbols.

It means more to me today than it did before 9/11. In the words of Rodney King – “Can’t we all just get along?”




(see video via)

We need to remember 9/11. We need to remember the lives that were lost – the people we loved, the city that was devastated. But more than that – we have to make sure that they didn’t die in vain. That there was something good and beautiful that came out of their sacrifice for us. That we will be resolved to look into the eyes of terrorism and say – I will continue to live my life, and love those different around me. I may even dare to love you too.

It makes me see things with a bit of perspective. You’re supposed to appreciate the things in your life the most during trying times like these. You’re supposed to remember why you cannot do without your family – close friends. Help this bring us all closer together… let it help us to coexist with those who have differing beliefs. Let the sadness in our heart not be about who was right, or who was wrong, and why.

Let THAT be the way we honor those who have fallen. Let never forgetting spring us into the action of living… and coexisting… happily.

No more war. No more. Within, without. It’s over.


Coexist.