Freefall

Feminism-feminism-34300894-948-533It’s 10:25 on Sunday evening.  For the first time in years, I’m not watching the clock.  There is nowhere I need to be in the morning.  I have clean clothes, and my shoes are near the door where I always keep them.  My keys are hooked onto my purse, but I will not need them as the sun is rising on the beginning of the week.

I had a panic attack today just before dinner.  My stomach clenched in on itself like a knot, my hands began to shake, and I could feel my pulse begin to race.  I was in free fall.

The story I’ve told myself for the majority of my adult life is that I’m not good at structure.  I need outside structure in order to keep me productive.  I need a time clock to punch, a schedule to be adhered to, an agenda to follow, or I will be useless. I need someone outside myself to tell me who I am, where I should be, what I want.  I need someone to tell me how to feel and how to live.

My “job” for the next several weeks, outside of packing up and moving, is to clear my head.  I need to get myself clear of this Stockholm syndrome that has taken over my life.  I know this to be true, and yet for all the learning and growing I’ve done over the past few decades, I am at a loss at where to start.

I have been given an amazing gift, a gift so many people would kill for. I have time.

I have stolen silence from my life for so many years, edging peaceful moments in the nooks and crannies of my crazy world.  And now, I’ve hit the jackpot, time-wise.

And I’m scared to death.  That free time seems to spread before me endlessly, and yet at the same time I’m afraid I’ll blink and miss it.  I’m afraid of wasting the gift, so I’m tempted to cram it full of tasks and activities and goals and lessons.  Anything to avoid the aching, empty silence where my authentic voice can find me.

Judge me.

Accuse me.

“Listen to that inner voice,” people always say.  “Listen to your higher self.”

I’ve heard from my Inner Wise Self (IWS) before.  But I don’t think this is the voice I’m looking for.  I think this is a much deeper, more primal voice, one that has been stuffed so deeply inside of me I’d forgotten she ever existed.  And she’s got a lot to say.

The conversation, I fear, will go something like this.  “Who are you?” she will ask.  “When did you become this person?  When did you digest all this BS about who you are and who you should be?  When did the act of making money become your sole criterion of self-worth?  And what the hell are you going to do about it?”

I’d like to think that my authentic voice will be kind and patient with me as I go through the process of deprogramming my psyche.  But I’m afraid she will not  I’m afraid of her anger, and the anger that I’ve been swallowing for so  many years.  I’m afraid she’ll realize that it’s not society or religion that’s silenced her, but my own fear.

What havoc will she wreak when she finally lets loose?  And will I be strong enough to weather the storm?

I’m in free fall right now.  I don’t know where I’ll land or who I’ll be when the dust settles.  But it’s okay.  This is a gift.  My authentic self is still where she has always been–waiting, more or less patiently, for me to shut up and listen for a change.

So I don’t have to worry about going to sleep tonight.  The alarm is not set.  I can wake when I choose and, aside from a list of moving-related tasks to accomplish, I have nothing at all I need to do.  Nothing at all.

Wish me luck,

Deb

Background Music: Adiemus by Karl Jenkins

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2 responses

  1. Yep….Sometimes that inner goddess can be a bit scary, just try to remember that your inner self, inner goddess, loves you no matter what!

    1. Thanks, Dawn.

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