I don’t overshare.
Yes, I have thoughts. Yes, I have feelings. No, I don’t put them out there, all heart on my sleeve, for the world at large to see and sift through. I had that, in no uncertain terms, kicked outta me years and years ago by someone I loved, and that was enough for one lifetime. Of course now, it’s taken as a sign of unwillingness on my part to be intimate, but whatever. It’s my sleeve, and I’ll leave it bare if I want to.
A while ago, I mastered the art of Vaguebooking, but was told, in equally certain terms, that behavior like that only alienates folks from getting to know the real me, but for me, it’s easier to speak the truth I know people want to hear, or just say nothing at all. Again, the feelings are there, I’ve just been conditioned to keep them to myself.
It doesn’t make for many friends or lovers, but I’ve become reconciled with that, believing, until recently, that when it comes to pain in the heart places, less is better.
Yeah, I said “until recently”.
See, I’ve been going through a Fuck Ton of things in the last year, and thought I could poet my way through them. Thought I could silent my way through them. Thought I could Vaguebook my way through them.
I’ve been going through a Fuck Ton of things in the last year, and I had to finally say something. The only way I know how.
After the fact.
A friend of mine, a really good friend, recently told me something that, in the moment, froze my bones. That something was,
“With change comes sacrifice.”
I didn’t say it in that moment, but I truly hated those words. Things had been changing so rapidly in my life that the last thing I wanted to hear was that, with all this change, I was going to have to “sacrifice” something or somethings I still held onto like a cheap life jacket after the leaky boat sinks. I was barely hanging on as it was, and NOW comes sacrifice?
On a seemingly unrelated note, a few weeks before this, I had begun the practice of spoken affirmations. Not the kind you might think, but the kind that only I would think to practice. Notice I did not say positive affirmations. I began the practice of negative affirmations. With phrases like,
“I wish I had never met you.”
“I need to get you OFF of me.”
And most recently,
“You’re somebody else’s problem now”.
Whenever I began to feel the sink of sadness begin to drag me to the hell of my own dark mind, I would invoke those, and other phrases. These negative affirmations became my talismans against the feelings that kept me from moving. They allowed me the freedom of expression that Vaguebooking never could. They created in me the ability to breathe. Not in, but out. And this was important for me to understand, because, in the world of breathing, you learn quickly that your life is only as good as your next breath. And if you spend your life holding one breath, that breath just might kill you, because you have to breathe out to breathe in the next breath, and the next, and the next.
You have to sacrifice that breath if you ever hope to have another.
So in my mind, I did.
And shortly after that, I had me a day. The kind where you wake up one way, and if you just keep breathing, it ends different than you thought it would.
You see, I woke up holding my breath. Then sometime during that day, I sacrificed that breath for the promise of the next breath, and the next, and the next. And the words in the picture at the top of this page were that day. Poeted through. With the promise that there could be more than just holding my breath, waiting for the next breath to come.
Somewhere on Facebook, maybe a little, but not in a way I think will be held against me, I posted these words, and Instagram posts, at the end of that day,
“Today, I wrote myself all the way through a sadness that has hung on me like grave clothes since last fall. These are the trilogy of Instagram posts that were the path for those feelings to find their way out…”
There is no snappy conclusion to this post. One that ties up all the loose ends of all the thoughts I’ve just unloaded on you who read this. It’s like life, I guess. It’s just a series of breaths that keep you going along the way to more life, and the next breath, and the next, and the next. And now that I’ve finally let go of that one breath I’ve held for so long, sacrificed it for the change to come, I know I’m still breathing.
And that’s living.
© Copyright 2017 William S. Friday