This isn’t normal… Part 2

I have been working from home for two whole months. As I mentioned in Part 1, there are a lot of things I don’t mind about working from home and staying in a lot more because of the COVID-19 restrictions, although there are things I miss. I am not alone, and I know this from reading articles about the positive habits people are cultivating during this odd time. From drinking more water, getting more sleep and more exercise, baking, and spending more time with family, some people are taking advantage of new opportunities for self-care. When life gives you lemons…
 

I am no different. I get to see my husband and my cats at different times during the day on my work breaks when I am not half awake or exhausted, which makes me smile. I’ve managed to lose a few pounds from eating what is available at home rather supplementing with whatever snacks I stop off for to get me through a stressful day. Most of days are less stressful simply without the commute. There is less of a feeling that we need to go somewhere or do something, only to get there and be disappoint or wishing we had stayed home.

The things that stress me now are what the future will look like. It’s hard to fathom going to a crowded restaurant, getting on a full plane, or grabbing food at a public place that has been touched and breathed on by other people. I realize this is controversial territory, especially in the midst of the everyone must wear a mask/masks are an infringement on my freedom argument that is raging throughout the United States right now. 

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I know that this whole situation is experienced differently by each and every person. Some people have lost everything, be it a dream, a home, a business, the safety of being at school or work away from someone who causes them stress or home, opportunities, time with family and friends, and a myriad of things I’m not thinking of. I read more news than the average person, and it is absolutely heartbreaking to read people’s stories of loss, trauma, and devastation. Some people have created opportunities in the midst of chaos, while others have just adapted and are living one day at a time. The scary thing is that no one knows where this goes or how it ends. Will the COVID-19 virus go away, or be around in some form for the foreseeable future? Will we all be vaccinated by force or shunned by society if we don’t get vaccinated? Will the economy continue to collapse or will it recover? Will there be a 2020 Presidential election? Will life ever be so-called “normal” ever again? Your guess is as good as mine.

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For now, I am happy to see my family from time to time via ZOOM, in short, manageable doses. I enjoy leisurely walks around my neighborhood. I cherish the painstaking work my husband does on our yard while I help collect rocks, gather supplies, and move bags of mulch and soil so we can have a garden. As anxiety-ridden as I get sometimes, I try to focus on now instead of worrying about if I will ever be able to travel again, or if the world will break out in war over tariffs or the origins of the Coronavirus. Will we ever get to see live music again? Will we ever get to watch professional baseball again?

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I can’t spent too much time worrying about these things because the information available causes more confusion than clarity, no matter the sources you read. I try to remain hopeful, and I try to be mindful of the world around me. I’m not without challenges or struggles, but I am much luckier than some. I hope the best for us all.

Some people just don’t like you… complicated families and narcissism

I know that’s kind of straightforward, but it’s true. Try as you might, you will not connect with everyone, you will not be understood by everyone, and you will not even be given a chance to be seen for the real you by everyone.  Kind of in the same way that life is not fair. It just isn’t.

I’ve been thinking about this recently due to events going on in my life. Boyfriend is flying back to the Midwest for the second time in two months due to his mother being seriously ill. Their relationship is complicated to say the least, as is his relationship with his brother… both are narcissists of sorts, and neither have ever liked me. Why? I’ve never had a concrete reason, I just know that Boyfriend and I have always stuck together and that I could not be used as their pawn against him. Calling me to get information about him didn’t work, and neither did putting me on the spot or trying to create drama that I wouldn’t allow to be created. I refused to play along. It took a little while to see through the phony and to truly understand that game that was being played but I have come to see them both as manipulative, attention-seeking, hurtful, and heartless people over the years.  I just thought they didn’t like me. Only recently did Boyfriend and I learn about narcissism so we can now recognize what was going on, as I mentioned here. Generally, narcissists don’t play fair, and no, they don’t like people who don’t play their games and don’t give them supply.

The reality is that Boyfriend’s mother will not get better and likely die in the near future. Without getting into specifics, most people who begin hospice care do not survive. I admire Boyfriend for being the strong, courageous person that he is to jump back in to the fire, so to speak. While Boyfriend has not only been conspired against and kept in the dark about many family affairs, he has only begun to scratch the surface of truth. Yet he has had to undo the mess his brother helped create over the past five years, with most people in the family blind to  the chaos that both narcissists have dealt in for years. I believe in God and I believe in Karma, so it will be dealt with one way or another.

I am not the most touchy-feely person, except with those who are dear to me, but I help people for a living. Regardless of personal feelings, agreement with people’s’ choices, etc., I am compassionate and try to empathize with people’s pain and suffering. I do my best to connect with the people I am called on to help, and I do the best I can to understand these people and their needs. These people are grateful for me, my team members and the partners we work with who try to improve their lives in the smallest way. That means something to me. When someone can admit to mistakes and wrongs, I can respect that.  I guess, what I’m try to say is that I am having real trouble feeling any of these feelings regarding the situation I described above. I have trouble feeling bad for someone who is suffering now, yet has caused many, including the person I love, great suffering throughout their lives, showing no remorse, admitting no harm, and even justifying repeated bad behavior with “I didn’t do to you what I did to the other person.”

Some people just don’t like you, especially when you stand up for yourself and others against their unfair or simply wrong behavior. In some cases, a level of respect might develop between you and that person because he/she likes a challenge and you brought one. Some people bank on fooling you once, and fooling you twice, and fooling you until you don’t know what happened. This isn’t about me, but the situation does affect me.  I have known this dying person for several years. I would like to feel something about the situation, like compassion or empathy or even sadness for a relationship that wasn’t, but… It’s not there. I tried to have relationships with his mother and his brother and they did what narcissists do: they drew me and then tried to manipulate me and Boyfriend. I’m sure there are other people who have survived something similar with a narcissist that can relate to this. I would like to make peace but there is no peace to be had with a narcissist unless they are out of your life in some way, shape or form. My only hope is that Boyfriend gets to find closure when the time comes, and that the other narcissist doesn’t pick up where narcissist mother left off. I pray that the family can get through this time without the knives coming out, and that the good rather than the greed in all will prevail. I hope that the “Golden” child’s reign is over and that the “Scape Goat” either gets a fair shot to tell his side or finally gets the support he deserves. I am most sad about the damaged family dynamics. No one should ever have to live through this.

I believe that we as human beings all have good within us, but I believe that some people would rather do what is easy, even if it’s wrong or hurtful, so they don’t have to tell the truth or take responsibility for their actions. Some people would rather leave this earth without making amends or telling the truth because it would shatter the fake reality they built for themselves. They have to make the choice…

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It Gets Hectic…

Life has been a bit busy in the past few weeks. Boyfriend has been looking for a different job, I tried to qualify for a part-time work-from-home job that didn’t work out, I have family coming to visit this weekend, and Boyfriend has had to make somewhat unexpected plans to visit family due to some, shall we say, difficulties beyond his control and he has be the better person in a no-win situation. We have both been busy and stressed out, to say the least. 

I have not forgotten about the blogosphere known as Word Press and I have been reading Daily Prompts and blogs when I have a few minutes, but time has not allowed for me to sit down and get creative myself over the past few weeks. I plan for that to change in the next week or so. While I am not the greatest writer ever, I have enjoyed the months I have spent posting on Word Press and I have enjoyed seeing the thoughts, pictures and other acts of creativity and free speech that people have exercised for both theirs and others benefit.

Life, it seems, gets harder for a lot of people, not easier. The news, real news, if you can find it and read it has been tough, too. I try to remain hopeful that the best is ahead of us all, not in the past. I shall look forward to writing about my upcoming family adventures as well as the challenges of life.

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It’s a great life if you don’t weaken…

Growing up, I remember my Dad saying, “It’s a great life if you don’t weaken.” I looked up the origins of this saying, and found that it was featured in a cartoon a long time ago, that has been attributed to John Buchan, a Scottish novelist, unionist and Canadian politician, and that it has been used as song lyrics, first by Maurice Chevalier and later by the Tragically Hip. No matter where my Dad got it from, I can relate to it and the words have stuck with me.

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  1. I work in social services and have in some variety for the past 15 years. I have worked with youth, family, elderly, homeless, mentally ill and drug addicted people. As I mentioned in a previous post, I like helping people and I am someone who helps other whether I am at work or among friends. This does not mean that my job(s) has been easy, that I have not gone through burnout, and that I don’t have days when I fantasize about winning the lottery and walking away from the world of social services, and work, forever. I try to have more good days than bad, I do the best I can to do my job, and I try to not bring others’ problems home with me, which is a lot easier than it used to be. I have a set schedule now rather than a few set days and a mostly fluid schedule, which means I am usually done with work at a certain time but my day lacks flexibility. I don’t have to take phone calls once I am off the clock, which fluctuated when I scheduled my own appointments and was trying to get in touch with working parents.

“It’s a great life if you don’t weaken.”

Some days I find it hard to get up and go to work to deal with others’ problems and dysfunctions while I am dealing with stress and dysfunctions in my life and coupled with the reality that life is not getting better or easier for most people, me included.  I struggle with the limited time I have in the evening and on weekends to relax and do things that keep me sane, after I help Boyfriend with daily apartment tasks, such as dishes, cooking, shopping, cleaning, laundry, playing with the cat, and getting enough sleep. Exercise, writing, watching baseball, talking with family/friends and playing tennis are things that I enjoy. The tough thing is that if I take time to write, I am probably not going to exercise, play tennis or do much else, especially during the evening. It’s a juggling act for me, and I know this sounds like nothing for someone who also has kids, but this is enough for me. On good days, I feel like I can do what I need to do, I relish in getting all of my home and work tasks done and I believe that things will, and can, get better.

I doubt that I am the only one who feels this way. Life can be great and yet we all have days when we not only weaken but we want to hide under the covers and not come out. I find strength in the support I get from Boyfriend, who has a bad back and other injuries that ail him but he never complains. I find strength in our one-year old cat who loves us and brings us her toy mice in the night, and in the clients who are truly grateful for my assistance. I find strength in my ability to get up, even when I don’t want to so I can fulfill my responsibilities. “It’s a great life if you don’t weaken,” and I try my best to keep going.

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