In yesterday’s thrilling episode post, we briefly touched on the importance of writing your personal owner’s manual.
Before getting all into that, I feel like I should back up a bit.
There is a point in every person’s life where they have to really laser in on their priorities and decide what exactly is important in their life.
This SOUNDS simple. Alas, it almost never is. My sense is that if it really was simple, then people wouldn’t continually trip up on this step.
Those of you children at home tend to have built in advantages when it comes to prioritizing, although many of you, bless your hearts over-indulge and create altars to your children at the expense of yourselves.
Those of us with children who do not live with us tend to create space for everything in their life EXCEPT their children. Something about the inevitable calling of Maaamaaa! Or DaaaDDyyy! From insistent little voices always seems to bump them up list.
But this isn’t THAT blog post. This is about YOU…or in my case, Me.
Among my critical failings is a tendency to get bogged down in details and minutiae. I will be working on a blog post/Paper/random assignment and I will get so caught up in trying to perfect a small detail that the overall project will tend to lag behind. But damn if the crown molding on the stairwell isn’t pristine and magnificent. Sorry about being 14 work days behind schedule, though.
The yearning to be with someone…to replace that which has been lost will push you to an obsessive focus on relationships and the role that those relationships play in your life.
What if you’re missing the forest for the proverbial trees?
What if this new found obsession over who’s zooming and rooming with whom is coming at the detriment of YOU?
What if it wasn’t the relationship, it wasn’t HER/HIM, it wasn’t even YOU (in the context of that relationship?) but it was…YOU (in the context of EVERYTHING ELSE)
Let’s keep it real, shall we? Okay, maybe you’re not ready for that. So I will press on without you.
When I look back on my marriages (yes, plural) I realize that much of what made me difficult to love was never about me not being a good mate. For the most part, I was a pretty fabulous mate.
What failed me was what failed me in life. THOSE things led to me failing as a mate.
I have been accused of having some quit in me. This isn’t entirely false. This isn’t the whole story either.
Let us say you are on an assembly line and you’re supposed to screw in the bottom screws with a flat-tip screwdriver.
Thing is, you have two broken wrists and a Phillips Head screwdriver.
It isn’t an issue of commitment or work ethic that inhibits your production. You need the right tools and time to heal.
If you quit that job and go looking for another job with the same requirements without fixing the clear impediments to your goal, what are you REALLY accomplishing?
Basically, what today is about is a reinforcement of yesterday’s underlying point.
I’ll put my dollars to your donuts that if you are divorced, separated, de-booed sans legal impediments or even just plain singular and you are working HARD on a relationship that seems to be causing your more pain than pleasure (and not the kind of pain you like) then your focus is off a bit. Isolate what is wrong and address it.
Then watch the things that it was negatively impacting magically (but not so magically) improve.