Mon 15 Feb 2010
WWYD
Posted by cowboyboot lady under Uncategorized
What would you do?
If all of a sudden one day you woke up in the morning and…
you didn’t have kids.
you didn’t have a husband or a boyfriend.
you didn’t have a dog, a cat.
you didn’t have a house, a home.
you didn’t have a job.
you didn’t have school.
What would you do? To earn money? To pay the bills? For fun? For love? Where would you live? Who would you choose to spend your time with?
If you suddenly had no more routines, no rituals. Your life was a blank page. And you were just picking up the pen to start over. Regrouping. Reorganizing. Recreating your life.
What would you do? Seriously. Tell me how you would choose to spend your time. And I will soon tell you how I have been spending mine.
Hmmmm…that’s a tough one. I feel like now I don’t have enough time, and the scenario you describe would give me too MUCH time.
I guess I would go back into the work world. I would keep going to yoga and begin attending other meetings in areas I’m interested in to meet people. I would feel lonely yet excited to write my own story. Having such freedom would be double-edged, I think.
Interesting. I’m new here — maybe there’s a reason you’re asking…?
LOVE This post… If I was able to remove my ties to bills and debt and really have a fresh page, I would take the time to really think about what I want. I know what I want… to create change in the world and create art. To live and experience, travel, try new things. Instead of plugging away at the computer every day and not making enough dollars for the crap I don’t really want. I’ve been over this on my blog. I am looking forward to hearing how you are doing and what you are up to. XOXO
Hello! You don’t know me, please pardon the intrusion. I just found your blog through random, fortuitous link-clicking and I’m overwhelmed by the coincidence — only a few days ago my long-term love (the ONE, ha) and I went through the first stages of “breaking up” and now I find myself in the lonely scenario you describe above. The difference is that I have his mean dog to take care of, and I’m still living in our crummy apartment until the lease runs out and then it’s…? I seriously thought I would kill myself if this ever happened, as I have a history of self-abuse, but I’m coping bit by bit. Exploring latent interests, like paganism and feminism, have helped give me momentum but every minute is still bordering on unbearable with no one to talk to, ever. Writing this comment is a big step for me. I’m filling my (endless) days with simple activities and savoring them like I never have. Regular doses of St. John’s Wort & Skullcap, plus my own DIY Cognitive Therapy are maintaining my sanity. I hope you’re coping and living and adjusting better than you thought possible. Your posts on this excruciating situation have given me such bittersweet hope — knowing there are others with broken hearts that are still living and breathing and trying to find the love they owe themselves, step by step. Jeez, I’m crying now. Anyway, I hope things are brighter for you. Thank you for writing about this.