After the last few posts on here I think I'm giving myself a complex. I do this sometimes, where I write or draw something really beautiful - something that comes from that place beyond self, where time has no meaning and things are simple and ordered and chaotic and perfect - and then I stop, amazed by my own creation and the truth that shines through it. I know that my next attempt won't be that inspired so I don't try again. It's not a good thing. I did that with an art class I took 18 months ago, which frustrates me because I was getting consistently good...so I am not going to do it here.
I don't really have anything profound to say today. Just that I am supposed to be writing a scene for my playwriting homework, I spent the day in a pissy mood for some reason, I worked all day and what I want to do is spend time with my boyfriend but I am determined to finish here first.
Today is two weeks since I started going out with S., as I shall refer to him here. It came out of the blue but has been really - nice, fun, comfortable, exciting, scary. I think it's funny really. After walking the labyrinth, I realized that if I was single and childless for the rest of my life I would be okay with that. For the first time, I could honestly say "God is enough". And then two days later S. asked me out. I spent two days deciding whether or not to do this whole dating thing. I talked to God a lot. I laughed, I fretted, I cried, I had moments of angst and fog and clarity and sobriety and giddiness. I obviously decided to go ahead and give it a try, but there were moments where I wasn't sure that I was ready to 'give up' the new feeling I had just found of actually being content alone.
It blows my mind a little how much of my thoughts are taken up with S. I didn't anticipate that. I also didn't anticipate how much I am afraid of getting carried away and doing something physical that I'll regret, which is not a very valid fear (so far) because we've never been in any situation that would lend itself to getting carried away. I didn't expect to discover that I detatch from postive, happy emotions because I can't cope with them. I knew that I seperate myself from things like pain and sadness and fear - but happiness? Apparently it overwhelms me as much as pain does.
I am connecting dots that were invisable to me several months ago. I don't express emotion physically in real life, which has meant that I don't use my body fully on stage either. I am just starting to notice physical impulses when it comes to expressing emotions, and I am still supressing them half the time - but now I am aware of them, which is a huge step forward for me. I have done some crazy things to cope with 20 years of emotions that I didn't know what to do with. I haven't had a lot of examples of what to do with feelings, unless you count watching someone throw things in anger or run away from pain, or invade other people's space with joy and happiness, or rationalize feelings away all together.
My whole life is going to be one discovery after another. I am beginning to realize that this is never going to end - I will always be finding out new things and learning new things about myself, about God, about those around me.
That might not be really profound, but it is really, really cool.