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One Way to Deal With Loneliness

“Loneliness is Such a Sad Affair”

I wake up and usually a negative thought or two come in uninvited.  I get a cup of coffee, sit down with a pen and paper, focus on thoughts that put the negative ones in perspective, and carry on like a champ.   

Tonight though, I’m feeling a wee bit discouraged.  The remedy? More cowbell.  

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“Survey says…”

More Cowbell probably won’t help here, but it could be a fun distraction. Self Care is what actually came to mind because it can be lathered, rinsed, and repeated as often as needed, but it’s practically bedtime and I’m stubborn.  To think of tonight as a gift…when it’s almost over and I feel gloomy–insert eye roll.

I’ve tried to pin down the thoughts causing the gloom.  I’ve narrowed the culprits down to fear and loneliness. Ah, loneliness, my old friend.  Welcome back, ya filthy animal.

*Since I refuse to look at tonight as a gift (which it is, it’s just almost over)

*or to think about how we’re all connected (which we certainly are)

*or to think about how the only thing I have any control over tonight, is HOW I CHOOSE to be (again–day’s almost over–what’s the point of making a choice to be anything and then going to bed?)

*and I prefer to wallow, instead of being good to myself, what is that I DO want?

Well, I don’t want to wallow.  

Crap!  I accidentally wrote my way out of my loneliness funk.  

What Else Can Be Done About Loneliness?

Before I unknowingly fixed my thinking (it’s that easy!) I tried to figure out what it was that I was looking for outside of myself.  

Who am I lonely for or am I just lonely?  

Who did I want to magically appear to fix things, to comfort me?  What would I want them to say that would ease the internal struggle?  Could they say anything that would help or even if they say the right words, would I let them in?

Would praying have helped?  I’m sure it would.  

“Are you there God?  It’s me Fiona. It’s me Fiooonaaaaa…

This song gets sung around here quite often and popped into my head with the thought of praying.

I probably could’ve used a hug, but I couldn’t think of any one thing that someone else could have said. I’ve had plenty of comforting words said in the past and often they went in one ear and out the other.  I found myself a day or two later in need of more comforting words. After years of looking for that comfort from outside sources, I know this is work I must do on my own. It’s no one’s job but mine.  

I forget that these “unpleasant” thoughts show up to guide us.  They’re here so we can explore them and see what needs to be dealt with. We can feel them, process them, and then carry on.

I’ve been lonely before and it used to be more intense than it was tonight–yay progress!  Self Care has been my biggest help in dealing with that longing for a companion, because I’m only dealing with one day at a time, not the past, not the future.  

In the present, after I’ve done self care, I’m too busy living my life, taking care of my responsibilities, and working on happy projects to spend much time wallowing over the fact that there’s not a line of Prince Charmings or Young George Clooneys outside my door waiting to take me to the ball or the medical supply closet, if you get my drift.   

Even though I was initially bummed that when I sit down to watch an episode of Gilmore Girls later, I won’t be cuddling up next to Charming or Young Clooney or heck–Mature Clooney for that matter, I allowed the loneliness to come.  I felt it. I processed it and now I’m back to being okay with where I’m at in my life (Clooney FREE) at 11:00 PM. I’m ready to relax, enjoy 40 minutes in Stars Hollow, and head to bed feeling complete on my own (the way we all need to feel, whether we’re in a relationship or not.) 

The other “bad” thought pestering me was fear of the future–uhm…hello, Sarah.  It’s the FUTURE.  I can’t do any work in the future tonight.  What I can do is take a deep breath, recognize that I’m okay in this moment.  There’s no crisis at 11:00 PM for me. There’s PLENTY to get stirred up about if I CHOOSE to, but I don’t choose that.  

I have the opportunity to get  completely present, finish this blog post, relax, and get a good night’s sleep.  

Thanks for being part of this Powerful Woman community.  If you have any questions about Self Care, my routine, or how it’s assisted me in experiencing a happier now, leave a comment or message me through Facebook.  I’ll be happy to share what’s worked for me.

Make yourself a great weekend.

Much love,

Sarah B

Something New

“Now I’m going to write something new.”

As I typed the words into the Facebook messenger box, where I’ve done the majority of my writing the last couple of years, I felt a rush of energy.

Now, I’m going to write something new.

A few years ago, I declared I would be like Hemingway.

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” -Ernest Hemingway

For whatever reason, I’ve still been extremely guarded with what I share.  So guarded that I haven’t been sharing at all. Some of that is to protect my mom.  I love that woman a lot and if I share where I’m at in my thinking and the mistakes I’ve made along the way, she’ll surely worry herself sick.

She and I had a conversation about it one night. I stood by her bed and told her how much I admired other writers who write from their hearts. Mom’s thought was that being guarded is responsible. I’m not fully convinced.  

I realize I don’t need to run amuck and write my personal tabloid, but I do need to be true to who I am.  If that means an overshare here or there to drive home a point or connect with other humans, so be it.

Part of my holding back is because my story is entwined with other peoples’ stories and I want to respect their privacy.

Part of this guardedness is self preservation.  I don’t want haters and trolls puking their wrath on me.

I’m going to have to get over most of this if I’m ever going to be transparent.

I love transparency.  It’s so PURE. It’s so necessary. I appreciate people who live this way. I’m going to work on not being so afraid and when the time is right, I’ll share my mess.

“If you’re going to share widely, make sure you share from your scars, not from your open wounds.” -Glennon Doyle

I almost had myself convinced I’d forgotten how to write.

Now, I’m going to write something new.  

That statement feels like a fresh start.  I’m not just sitting down to write a new post tonight.  I can decide right now to create something new with my life.  

I wrote a post when my ex and I were separating about how my life was going to be different this time as compared to our separation in 2012.  You can read This Time It’s Going To Be Different here.

If I’m being honest, life hasn’t gone according to plan.  I had some great goals back then, but I didn’t keep them in view and ended up losing sight of my vision.

Maybe…maybe I don’t want to write something new tonight.  Maybe I want to focus on what’s already been written…because all of that was and still is my heart’s desire.  And I really believe I can make it happen.

Now I’m going to write something new…  

Dear Powerful Woman

Dear POWERFUL Woman,

You AMAZE me in ALL THE WAYS! 

I see such strength in you.  You’re a freakin role model for single women and single moms everywhere…even the not single women.  You’re a role model for all of us.

As a young mom, you worked your butt off to provide for your girls.  Now you’re raising your grandchildren.

You own your own home, which you’ve remodeled and worked on yourself…I can’t believe you tore a wall down and redid your floors!

I have no idea how you manage to work 12 hour shifts, keep your home clean and organized…and your pool water clear!  And all of this…all of this you do on a budget. You’ve worked hard to be on top of your finances and that’s impressive too.

It’s one thing to be able to accomplish all of that, but I see more.  I see you actively trying to meet the emotional needs of your grand kids.  Working on behavior…doing EVERYTHING in your power to have a good relationship with them and have them grow up to be well adjusted men.

I don’t see you looking to men to fix problems in your life.  I don’t see different men walking in and out of your door to fill the loneliness–the stupid loneliness that causes sane women do make insane choices.  I know you’re tired and you’d like a partner, but you’re not settling for anything less than what you deserve.

And one of the things I like best is that you model Self Care.  You make time to relax every night by soaking your tired body in the tub.  You bought the camper so that you could get out and enjoy your family. You didn’t wait until some day when everything sorts itself out.  Some day when the drama dies down. You did it now and it’s been fun watching you get out and enjoy yourself.

I don’t know how you do ALL of this and make time to be one of the best friends I’ve ever had…and most of the time, you do it with a smile on your face and laughing.

I remember my brother in law telling me that he saw me.  He saw me working hard and trying. That meant the world to me…to be seen by someone.

Thanks for being such a great example.  I hope to follow in your steps…to be strong for myself and for my kids, to do the right thing, instead of what feels good momentarily.  YOU ROCK, POWERFUL WOMAN. I see you.

I’ve been thinking about writing letters to the women who inspire me for a couple of weeks now, so thanks for taking time to read this first one.  If you want to honor a POWERFUL Woman in your life, feel free to leave a shout out in the comments here or over on Facebook.  I’d be happy to share them with the Powerful Woman community.