It's A Mad,Mad World

Reflections from today's first big adventure out in the populace of working professionals:

The world is noisy.
Today, all of my senses felt bombarded. Traffic felt much to fast, my office seemed much to bright, the radio seemed much to loud, cell phones ringing everywhere you go, I noticed how much people talk just to talk.

I feel a little overwhelmed today by the external world that exists out of my little cocoon I've built up at home. And when I got home from being out in the mad, mad world with all of it's energy that seems determined to "ATTACK!" I come home to a 16 year old ball of some of the strongest energy available to human kind with the tv blaring, chasing the cats around the house and whinning about what we are having for dinner.

Wow, now I get it!
It's like the last 14 years of working, parenting, learning, surviving, struggling, cooking, cleaning, meetings, pagers & cell phones, loving, hurting, nurturing, computer screens, keyboards, mouses, servers, email, magazines, books, coding, writing, singing, dancing, crying, aching, tv screens, people with idea's of who I should or shouldn't be, searching, wanting, needing, trying to understand and just trying to get through the day sometimes flashed in front of me atomically.

It's no wonder I sometimes feel so detached from myself, like I am watching myself live my own life. I am being assaulted by constant demands on my attention, time, energy and resources by things that simply don't matter.

And I mean CONSTANTLY.....

It's no wonder I don't know who I am at 32 years old.

And just like that, there was light.
This is why I got hurt. To slow my ass down, not just a little to gain some insight. Oh hell no, this was the grandest kind of intervention....it was the kind that made me literally STOP my entire life long enough to sit down and examine how truly maddening everything around me had become. I've spent months, being forced to rest so that my body may heal and in that time, the steps I have been taking in the months previous to my injury to heal the rest of me were reiterated. It's like oh yeah, your not gonna get it on your own? Well here you go sister! Take that and call me in the morning!

I can't go back to living that way now, not ever. To busy, tired, unfulfilled, unhappy, lonely, sad, depressed, dark, secluded, directionless, motionless, lacking priority and judgement.

I'll screw up again most certainly, but while I am grateful for all that I've learned in this past 18 months about life and love and how experience forms us...I am over it. So over it, meaning that I am not going to contribute any more to it and "it' in this scenario is a heavy, hulking, lurking monster inside of me that needs to be freed to thrive and no longer so easily distracted.

I don't know exactly what that this looks like yet, what this all means...but I know this for sure: quiet time, reading, being outside, spending time with the people I value and who value me, listening to the music that moves me, playing and dancing, turning off my stupid cell phone, being me even when people don't like it, working hard on my goals (whatever those end up being, tho I have a fairly good idea) and giving something back are all a really good start. Oh and living simply....let's start there actually. One day at a time.

If nothing else, I know for sure I have to find away to manage this seemingly endless barrage of external noise that I now realize, literally sucks out my life source and can get dangerously low if not replenished properly. I honestly, never saw it for what it was before today and you may expect this....sure she's been couped up in a house for 3 months, it's certain to be a little alarming out there in the world. Yep, I'll agree with that....it is another big transition and it IS going to be overwhelming at first....but I can't deny what I saw today, for maybe the first time ever. I can't do it anymore, I am just not that interested in feeding the madness, not mine or anyone elses.

Stick that in your pipe and smoke it sensory overloading, energy sucking, pot stirring, mind altering, crazy making vampires. You are no longer wanted here, we've had some good times but I am bailing out on you. Sorry, I can't be your lunch today. And hopefully not tomorrow either.