|'Along for the Ride' ©Angie Mason 2011 part of the Hand Picked 10 : Project 30 Series|
It also is a holiday for me that feels more maudlin as it's central focus is about time and let's face it all our days are numbered some higher than others but still we are all marked with an expiration date. So the pressure is on as a new year is about to start! How are you going to improve your life and make it so perfect you big fuck up? How are you ever going to get it right? Will this be it?
January to me is like the first page in a blank sketch book you feel a sense of pressure to perform and yet you are at a loss for what to do since the pressure is so great why with all those blank pages to fill what on earth will I fill them with. Slowly you ease into it and get your flow sure and it turns into magic and you enjoy living life most of the time. But this moment when you feel like you are supposed to put things under a microscope or put things in perspective well honestly I can't help but vomit in my mouth a little. My heart sinks heavy like a ship in my belly.
Now, I admit to being funny about time, always aware at how quickly it all goes by and constantly nostalgic, creating memory jars filled with stuff as to help with not forgetting all the wonderful moments that happened. It really does help and I totally enjoy cataloging my life as it's helpful to look back over it with ease.
But this grand holiday celebration over the end of a 12 month cycle and a beginning of a new one does bother me as I just find myself often with a feeling of sadness and anxious gut goo swirling about in my belly. The beginning and end are 2 moments for just about everyone that have great emotions attached to them. I think that is why it's a difficult holiday to face. It's a reminder not only to all those beginnings and ends we have faced in our life but also that we are going to die.
When I was four I thought the celebration of New Years was the end of the world literally. I sat stiff and scared drawing in a children's book as tears streamed down my face. I drew a mushroom cloud with the planet earth just exploding. I saw everyone laughing and happy and thought to myself what is wrong with them don't they know we are about to die. As the countdown drew closer I got more hysterical with my crying and at that point it was clear to everyone in the room something was wrong with me. My mother at that point calmed me down and explained what the holiday really was about but I still felt suspicious and somber.
So this heavy feeling I have had it for this holiday since I was a tiny child. But of course now I don't expect the world to explode like I did when I was four but that feeling of doom still hangs heavy around this time of year. I can be torn and happy at times looking over things like fond memories or hopes and dreams of course as I tend to lean on the positive side of thinking as my life choice. But I recognize the existence of darkness within the light.
The truth is yes we all are going to die. But I want to embrace life as much as possible without feeling like I am inadequate or not doing enough as this holiday often focuses on things such as resolutions which I mostly never have taken part in. We all have a limited time. Let's not kick ourselves for not being good enough at life or doing as much as you or others think you should be doing. Don't belittle your life by only focusing on supposed shortcomings you are doing yourself a great disservice.
Allow yourself to celebrate your life and all the good you have done from simply smiling at a stranger to being considerate to others or to say listening to a friend and helping them with advice. All the small moments add up and for all the big talk about trying to be better and live a perfect life stop trying and start appreciating what you have. If you want to make change allow yourself to be open to it not a prisoner to the idea of it.
Change comes from within not from magazines, news shows or blogs telling us how to live. Keep believing in yourself, your dreams and stop looking at the clock so much. Drink the milk that is your life before the expiration date happens and things get all sour and times up. Be present, be kind and mindful to others then I think things will fall into place and living will feel good just like when you start to fill up a sketch book.