January is just too long.
It’s a recovery month, I think. At least that’s the way I see it.
Everyone is adjusting to a new year, and regaining some composure after the blast of late year holidays.
I, however, am in the midst of some funky stuff.
When I was in counseling and seeing my doctor regularly, I was picking up tools to use. Granted, it would be nice to have that sort of thing here, but Mississippi lacks in what I would consider a more holistic style of healthcare. But the tools I did gain, keep me aware of my body processing the world.
What I ingest, both physically and emotionally, takes a huge toll. I keep that at the forefront.
The sad parts of my being are craving physical touch and connection. I’d say more of a longing than actual sad, sad. Though I think feeling sad is important. I think there’s plenty of poetry there, some marrow, and perhaps a bigger part of our life force.
Restlessness is something I feel.
As a person who is in constant thought of something bigger, I have a hard time adjusting to the slower seasons.
Lately, I’ve been learning to adjust to my own expectations. Of basically every damn thing.
My cooking. My attractions. My belly which has been eating a lot of carbohydrates (read: delicious things) the past week.
More so, my expectations of what falling in love looks like. I’m having a hard time separating the things I know of that kind of love. Granted, I am not in that season and don’t imagine it happening here any time soon, but what I have been noticing is my fear of intimacy.
I feel some fear in my belly. For losing someone again, even though I haven’t much made an effort to pursue. I am influenced heavily by the elements that surround me. I get knocked down a few pegs when I feel a little too confident and remember why it’s so good to be humble. I enjoy who I am. Truly.
I don’t own much. I don’t make much. I don’t need all that much.
I’m in the in-between, as far my spirituality goes. I crave that Great Mystery, but for some reason, I cannot grasp it. Like some pit I’m falling into, trying to grab hold and it’s just too slippery. I feel it may be my undoing some days.
Not God-fearing enough.
Not confident I am tough enough to handle this industry.
Fear of being an asshole, because I have asshole thoughts.
I am a messy form of a human. I know we all are, at least I know that’s probably what you’re thinking. But I want my beliefs to be a bit more firm. I suppose seeing more of the world, and more of the worlds of people, I am swayed to believe that we are all floating forward towards the same sorta thing.
I float around not really conforming to this or that. I will not judge you for your lifestyle, as I hope you won’t judge me for eating a Christmas tree cake even though they are out of season. (Which, in my book, is never true.)
I can tell you that I love fried catfish, and a nice medium rare steak.
I love eating hash browns on Sunday with poached eggs and hot sauce.
I love being there for people.
I have a hard time taking without the weight of giving back.
When someone orders food when the kitchen closes in 10 minutes. Ugh.
(But really, it’s fine. Really.)
These things are true.
There is nothing I enjoy more than learning how to cook better. Hanging my head over a pot of kombu and dried shitakes, wondering, “Is this right??”
Maybe that’s the idea that I’ve known all along.
A longing of sorts, of tasting and nodding.
is this right?
I’m not quite sure.
But I’m always asking.
And today, that is enough.
4 responses to “enough.”
Your post touched me and left me with a knowing. I think I know just what you are saying and just what you are feeling although it’s quite likely I am projecting a bit. Maybe it’s enough to know it’s one type of human experience shared by one type of person. I very often have to remind myself that meaning is what you make it, and to not take myself so seriously! Nothing like some really good cake to enjoy in the process! Be well!
A fear of intimacy is completely natural at this point, but I hope you’ll not let it go on too long. You have an amazing ability to connect with others, Josh. Unfortunately, with vulnerability comes pain, because people always let each other down in one way or another – always. Have you ever listened to anything by Brene Brown? She has some wonderful TED talks on Youtube, and she’s been interviewed a few times and the videos are posted online. She has some wonderful things to say that your words remind me of.
Take care and keep writing. You are a blessing to many!
I need a pretty cappuccino in my life. Can a girl just get a pretty cappuccino, for heaven’s sake?
You know where to find me booboo