Sometimes my daughter gets crazy mad at me. And it's usually because she's talking to me and my mind is somewhere else.
Sometimes I get overwhelmed with the feeling that I'm missing out on something. That there's something going on that I've not been invited to and that by missing out on all the fun, people are forgetting I exist.
That's a real truth about me. And it's weird and it's sort of embarassing. Because, as my therapist likes to remind me, everything isn't all about me.
When two people get together and don't invite me, it actually has NOTHING. TO DO. With me.
Can you believe that? There are times when people aren't thinking about me at all! Does that mean I'm forgotten? That I'm not important? That I don't exist?
So, when I'm so caught up in worrying about that, the truth is, I'm not present in my own life, with the people who happen to be right in front of me. Like my daughter. Trying to tell me a story and I am just floating away, wondering what might be happening somewhere else that I am missing out on.
Sometimes I can feel it...me floating above myself wondering what else there is... me glazing over... not present. And then I realize it and it's almost as if I can feel my spirit sucked back into my body and there I am, right behind my own eyes.
And it's glorious.
There's green grass and new porch chairs and growing things and the beautiful brown eyes of my daughter...there with me at that moment telling me a story. THAT is my moment. THAT is my right now. I need to get back to that far more often. Don't we all?
Sometimes at night, I put my book down and start mindlessly scrolling through Facebook. Fucking Facebook. Just there to remind you of things that you aren't doing. Pictures you're not in. Experiences you aren't currently having. Things that look all shiny and great and amazing, without the gritty stuff. The real stuff. Facebook, while useful for staying in contact with people far away, with being in the know about upcoming events and now....things you can buy (what?), is just packaged, shelf-ready, buffed and shined up life. Real, but not. And anyway, it certainly isn't where you are right now, is it?
So right now I'm going to post this so people can read it. To Facebook of course. And then later I'll check to see if anyone did. But in between, I'm going to try and suck my spirit back into my body, take a walk and really see what's in front of me and be where I am.
It's where it's at.
So why is it so hard to be in it sometimes?