Mentally Emoting and Taking Control
If I had sat down to write this an hour or two ago, it would have been a completely different blog than the one that I think I’m about to write…a couple of hours ago, it would have been word vomit. It would have been me emoting all over the place. It would have been ugly.
I don’t feel better now than I did a while ago. But I have a little perspective…I think.
Today was not my best day…not like Monday…I have had to admit to myself that I’m tired, burned out, and overwhelmed…and not just because of the divorce.
And then of course, to make it even better, I went shopping for a bathing suit during my lunch hour. There is nothing more soul-sucking than staring at yourself in the horrible lighting of a fitting room while trying on a swimsuit. Especially when you’ve gone soft, have no muscle tone, and your butt is starting to take the shape of your chair. Grrrrrrreat.
How did I respond to sucking of my soul? Why, I ate a cheeseburger of course! Emotional eating only makes me feel good for about 30 seconds. It’s then followed by hours of guilt and remorse.
So what could possibly have happened that prevented the writing of more word vomit? Aidan.
As I was getting all of my crap, Aidan’s crap, Sean’s crap, Aidan, and Sean out of the car today (this sometimes takes two trips), Aidan asked if he could help me. I don’t get asked if I need help very often. And the fact that Aidan asked, made it even better. Of COURSE, you can help me…hold THIS.
Later, he made me smile by showing my his kung-fu dance (pronounced kahn-fu by Aidan). And then he made me giggle (in my head) when he stated, “I can’t spell ‘kung,’ but I can spell ‘fu.’ F-U.” Sorry, but hearing him say F-U was HILARIOUS!
Now that I’ve had a chance to calm down and stop mentally emoting, I’ve realized that the overwhelming feelings of helplessness I keep experiencing have a lot to do with feeling like I’ve lost control of my life. I feel like things are happening TO me instead of me making things happen for myself.
It’s time to take back control of my life. Nothing happens over night. And I don’t trust anything that’s handed to me. I get where I want in life through hard work. But if I’m working hard with no plan, I’m just spinning my wheels. So now it’s time to come up with a plan…and follow it.
Posted on June 1, 2011, in Independent Michaela, Thinking, Word Vomit and tagged control, Divorce, emotional eating, helplessness, kung fu, life, Parenting, perspective, planning, swimsuit shopping. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.