My heart experienced a revolution...

        In a surprising mixture of reflecting on the past year of my life and taking some unexpected wisdom from a John Lennon documentary I recently watched, I realized something about myself that may be the deepest, darkest, most messed thing about me... besides the unanimous fact that I am a person and we are all messed up and lost... my particular brand of gross is that I am so very lonely.

         Even though I have friends, family that loves me and a husband that is pretty understanding and forgiving of all the crap I bring to our marriage. It's my own fault that I am lonely. I play a cat and mouse game with myself. I start relationships with people and I desire nothing but to be chased and wanted by them. I want to feel desired and cherished. And the moment I reel them in, I slam the door in their face. Because even though I want to be understood, loved, and connected... Sadly, I am afraid of anything real. I've been hurt... a lot... by people I've trusted... and I know everyone has.... but I let myself stop truly living because of it. I never really got over not being loved by my father. It probably sounds trite, it happens to a lot of girls... I tried to shove it down and move on, but it has used up more of my life force than I'd like to admit.

         What's sad is even though I took a step and committed to my man on paper, I've had one foot out the door the entire time. I've been running my entire life. Just waiting for someone to mess up and give me an excuse to flee for my life. Being married has made it more difficult to pack up and leave, but I've been keeping a tally until I have big enough pile to push me out the door. What I realized about my marriage today, in realizing this about myself, is that I can't truly expect anything from Kyle if I don't know what I want from him myself. I keep asking him to do things in circles. Come closer, give me space, be more, be less, grow up, don't be so intense. I'm driving him crazy. I'm driving myself crazy. I'm not saying he's perfect, but I'm not giving him any room or grace to grow. I'm not giving that grace to myself either. I can't keep looking back or grimmacing as I move forward because I'm afraid I'm going to get punched in the face again and again... I have to live right now. I have to start seeing that he's here. He hasn't gone anywhere.

         It's going to take me a long time to heal over my past. But I'm grateful that I even have the desire to heal. That I want to make amends, be genuine, kind, raw, real and connected. I love my husband. I want to keep loving him. Today I realize that means learning to love myself enough to let my heart heal. I don't know what else to say. Writing this, I'm admittedly crying, but I think it's a good thing. I think it's a new beginning for me. And thank God for new beginnings.

"Happiness isn't a real emotion...It's a generalization of positive feedback emotions that exist as a reward for overcoming adversity"

This. weekend. has. been. THE. most emotionally draining couple of days in recent history. I'm kind of at a loss for where to begin explaining. I learned a lot about myself. Stuff I never realized and things that scare the hell out of me.

It all started Friday night, with an argument I got into with Kyle. Things escalated pretty badly until we were both screaming at each other, things were being thrown, words were uttered that can never be retrieved. Married people fight. It's, for sure, a thing... We just haven't had a night like this in so long. I don't know if all the pressure we've been under just boiled up and exploded, but it was something that made me double take at what we've been doing. To be honest, it made me question if we would last. I know it's ridiculous for me to say that coming on the heels of the post I wrote the other day about how we are hanging in there and coping, but I've never really experienced this with Kyle. I've always just adored him and our marriage, despite the difficult things. I always felt like we'd come back together no matter what, since we came together so organically in the first place. My heart hurts, though, because ever since the fight, I've felt distant from him... He doesn't feel like mine, he feels strange in my life. It's pretty scary for me because for the last five years, I've had my best friend. We've always been able to make up and get back to our path. This time, I can't put my finger on the wedge between us that is so cumbersome.

Something else that is sort of view changing and telling is the realizations about myself. Without getting into too much detail, I finally understood that the abuse I received my whole life has shaped the way I view myself and my relationships and I am constantly setting myself up to carry other people's crap, be their punching bags, neglect myself and my feelings and just shut up and take it. I never realized that I don't actually deserve that life. I don't want that life. It's possible that Kyle and my dynamic is skewed because I don't ask him to carry much of the burdens. I just assume I'm supposed to carry it on my own. So he never has a chance to grow from it. I'm not saying he's not any to blame for the crap we deal with... there's plenty he could work on. Mainly his minute grain of empathy and his communication skills when things are hot and scary, but if I was the person I'm supposed to be more often, he might be becoming the person he's supposed to be. Something else that I'm sure ties into my warped sense of myself, is how I have developed a very refined flight response to adversity. When things get difficult... I just run. I've been running for so long. The thing about running away is that even though it's easier to do at the time, it never makes me happy. Usually, what I want is just on the other side of the dragon.

Having just written that, I realized that maybe it's not really a wedge between Kyle and I... maybe it's me just shedding some old skin... It's not that he particularly feels strange, but new. Maybe our relationship is heading into something new. Maybe, if we can learn to fight the dragon together (the dragon being each of us working on the respective baggage we brought into our marriage) instead of fighting each other, we can come out on the other side stronger and better for each other. As difficult as it is, I know God wants me to keep loving Kyle, even when I feel sad or distant or like I just want to run away from it all. Love isn't always how we feel about each other, it's sometimes choosing to stay and fight for each other. 

I'm scared, but it's time to pick up my sword. Stay. Fight. Conquer.

Der Holle Rache... or Worthwhile things take drive and dedication

Diana Damrau as The Queen of the Night in Mozart's The Magic Flute

I had something else prepared for today's post, but I'm feeling really inspired (and kinda saucy, so I'm gonna shake it up a bit) by my most FAVORITE piece of music ever; Mozart's Der Hölle Rache kocht in meinem Herzen ("Hell's vengeance boils in my heart") from The Magic Flute.

The Magic Flute is one of Mozart's most famous operas. It's a story about enlightenment, wisdom, love, adventure, trials, get-the-girl, antagonists, courage, triumph and happily ever after. All the right ingredients for a highly compelling story. One of the reasons for its popularity, aside from the story itself, is The Queen of the Night's second aria, where-in she's furiously telling her daughter that if her daughter doesn't assassinate Sarastro (who refuses to put up with The Queen of the Night's crap) she will disown her. (Lash out irrationally, much?)Despite piece's narcissistic tendencies, it sounds bubbly and delightful. It is also one of THE most difficult pieces for singers today to try to learn. Mozart wrote Der Holle Rache specifically for his sister-in-law. Apparently, her vocal range included F4-F6; F6 being the highest note you can hit... Only a handful of singers have been able to replicate the aria, eventually, having to give up the performance or alternatively, wreck their vocal cords.

This strikes a chord (haha. music, get it?) with me. I get chills just as much thinking about this information as I do listening to the aria. The piece is incredible. I'm not even an opera singer and I'd give my left arm to be able to make those notes bubble out of my lungs. What's particularly moving for me, is the fact that a special few Coloratura Sopranos dedicated & focused themselves to a piece of music that they only could perform for a very short amount of time. There is no question about the options when attempting, Der Holle Rache... Sing it until your voice gives out, or give up the piece, eventually.

Here's where I get to my point. We should take this kind of dedication into our everyday lives. Can we all sing the most famous aria in all of history? No. But we all have passions. We should do more of the things that bring us so much joy that we'd willingly do for just a little while for the satisfaction of knowing we did them at all. The great part about taking that little lesson into your life, is that usually, the things you love probably won't ruin your livelihood, so you can go ahead and keep doing them... What I'm really trying to say is that if June Anderson or Diana Damrau had chosen to sing Old Macdonald instead of the glorious aria, I wouldn't be mentioning them today. As with these talented ladies, we all have things we are good at and we should embrace them and do them because no one ever left a mark on the world by playing it safe. Nothing worth doing comes easy. That means that the good stuff requires your energy, dedication and heart. Just watch this video of Diana Damrau recording the piece. Watch her face and how much energy and passion she poured into learning it. It'll really drive it home for you.


http://youtu.be/FMPv8mADpA4

Make a commitment for yourself to point out your passions and go after them, do them well, and leave a legacy behind. The payoff is glorious.  Whatever it is, whatever popped into your mind as you were reading this... it's hidden there, somewhere in your heart and it deserves to be brought to light.


What are your passions? What drives you? And what are you going to commit to doing that will be difficult but great in the end?