zird is the word (lizardek) wrote,
zird is the word

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Once in awhile I get an urge to either radically change my journal layout, shake up my flist/blogroll, purge things like crazy, even going so far as to entertain the idea of shelving the whole damn thing.

Wipe it out.

Start over, maybe.

Most of the time that urge results in nothing so drastic. A new banner, instead. A perusal of my friends list and feeds which leads to 1 or 2 deletions and several almost-deletions before I pull back from the brink.

I get the same urge in real life, as well. But because I am bound by family, husband, house, job, there is much less I am willing to do to shake things up on a personal level. And inside where it really matters, I don't WANT to shake things up TOO much. I think mostly I just want something new to do, something exciting to look forward to; in other words, a change.

Does everyone experience this dichotomy of feeling when it comes to comfort and change? At the same time when my brain is agitating like an unbalanced load, I KNOW how lucky I am. I know how good my life is, and honestly, why in the world would I want to have anything happen to it? Why would I want it to change it when it is, in fact, changing ALL THE TIME? I'm not exempt from the laws of gravity or aging. My children change on a daily basis. I both celebrate and lament that fact on a daily basis, as well. My marriage and my life undergo sea changes in cyclical patterns, great waves smoothing the sand back and carrying flotsam hither and yon.

I think of the flotsam and jetsam of my life: things I have lost interest in, hobbies I have dropped, habits I've abandoned, behaviors I've jettisoned. I no longer do many of the things I used to think defined the person I am or was. Lack of time or inclination has changed me, and changed my life. I can't say whether that's for better or worse from inside this bobbing vessel. Since I've taken aboard other interests and hobbies and habits and patterns, it's difficult to say whether I've lost or gained by it.

It's ridiculous to think that there is nothing to look forward to because I have received a good education, traveled extensively, made amazing friends, met the person I want to spend my life with, married him, moved overseas where I longed to return, given birth to 2 wonderful children, found a fulfilling and challenging job, and helped build a house that I love. It's not just housekeeping and ever-increasing numbers of candles on every birthday cake in my future, I'm sure.

So, why this feeling of restlessness that stealthbombs me from behind my own eyes? Why this urge to scrub the slate clean when I've gone to such effort to build up a life full of things I love? What IS it exactly that I think I need to quell this inner uprising?

It's not new music to listen to. It's not new books by favorite authors to read or even new blogs. It's not activities and events to fill my time with. It's not, at least I don't think it is, things to write about. These are things I have in spades. It's not a new wardrobe, a career change, or a secret lover. It's not even the desire for new furniture and home improvements as those are coming soon to the Ek Family Homestead.

Though I often think about moving I am not convinced that it is actually what is causing this itch. The urge to uproot and move is a familiar one for a child raised in a military family and one learns later that it's not actually necessary to physically transplant in order to reinvent yourself. It's just a faster passage, that's all.

Some people seem to be born knowing what they want to do with their lives, what they want to be when they grow up. They focus on that goal and move toward it, climbing over any obstacles in their paths with a singlemindedness that I find both amazing and alarming in equal measure. I have NEVER known what I wanted to do with my life other than live it in the best way I know how. There is no goal that I am aiming for, loosed toward like an arrow from the bow of birth. Though I have never had a particular career or path in mind as I've moved through my life, I seem to have ended up doing something I love and living a life that suits me immeasurably.

Maybe the only thing to do with this urge when it crawls up my back and wraps its arms around my neck is to sit on it and squash it until it quietly slides back to a distance that allows the itching feeling to recede to a comfortable level...either that, or find a closet to clean.

Totally Cool: Juggling in a cone

*Marcus Aurelius
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