Aug 142021
 

It’s true that I have a critical view of the world and people. I probably should have trained to become a judge 👩🏽‍⚖️ as I hold individuals, including myself, to a high moral standard. Also, I am a constant observer, analyst, and commentator on human behavior. Often, this comes out as harsh, arrogant, and not very empathetic or compassionate comments to those who are privy to my personal thoughts.

For the past month we have been staying with friends with an occasional trade-off of watching their daughters. Even when our friends are home, we still spend quite a bit of time with the girls. One (P) has just turned 10 and the other (C) recently turned 12 – going on 40.

While I generally enjoy children, I have never been able to cope with certain behaviors – no matter what age.

With C, I basically have no issue as we have a similar temperament and her being a middle-aged pre-teen is relatable for me. Of course, like any human, she has moments of irritation and clear lack of life experience. I AM empathetic, compassionate, and kind with her expressions of thought, whether with undesired attitude or not. Overall, she has a reflective and harmless way. Plus, she’s a fellow Cancer sign 🦀 and intuit.

On the other hand, P pushes all my wrong buttons 🤬 despite moments of cuteness and acceptable sauciness. 😜 Obviously, she’s only ten. However, she already has a mastery of selfishness, smugness, and laziness that I cannot wrap my head around as my core values do not align. Her aura is one of frustration for me, because while I believe she will be able to outgrow these less attractive ways, I worry that her early awareness of manipulation and deception will twist her path in becoming an upright human; though, I maintain optimism that I will be totally surprised at being wrong about her.

In another of M’s strangely dismissive comments about me, to me, he retorted that I judge no one as a “good parent” all the while not ever having had my own children.

It’s generally easy to throw this comment at someone who is childless as there is no comeback for them. It is also an excellent way to shut down a discussion or analysis of the human condition. Usually, I take it as a way of evading any potential negative criticism that might be directed at the one closing the door of rhetoric. 🤷🏽‍♀️

For me, I freely admit that I don’t know what it is like to raise children and struggle to guide beings into becoming functional adults within my personal life. However, as an educator 👩🏽‍🏫 and researcher in the development of people, I feel that I have both an academic and tangential knowledge of what young people need. The more important aspect is that I view these youth without an emotional or biased attachment that comes with having one’s own offspring.

So, while my husband can be flippant with his comments, he forgets that I am actually educated in helping children grow, as a classroom tends to be as important for creating adults who contribute to the success of society as does the home. One could even argue that it is more so.

Further to his comment, I am not particularly judging others’ parenting skills as I am fully aware that life is complicated and it’s a challenge to balance survival with child rearing. I am in awe of people who choose to bring another life into this world and attempt not to ‘f’ them up. 😅 I never felt able to take on such a heavy responsibility as it took me years to sort myself out. So, I have zero regrets for not having my own mini-me’s, but a thousand respects for those who do. 🙏🏽

Basically, I find it interesting/curious 🧐 to see how two beings can come from the same parents and be so different. I often ponder out loud how to curb what I deem to be more worrisome characteristics in a young person so that it does not become a challenge for them or their parents later in life. Ultimately, though, everyone does their best – for the most part. Nature is a very strong feature that no matter how much nurturing is given cannot always be tamed.

Either way, I’ve been learning about myself and M even more through the shared kid-duty responsibilities and enjoying getting to know these young people (and their parents) even more. I look forward to seeing how they change over the coming years. 💞

~T 😀

Nov 172020
 

You know those days when it seems that no matter what you do, or how perfectly set up you are, you are just not going to get any work done? Today was one of those days.

Nothing has gone wrong, but two trips to the car rental agency to try to trade to an automatic and a husband who thrives on chaos which is highly strung today, seems to be just the way things are aligned for the day.

Luckily, my required work got done early, so if I don’t get my other work done it will not be the end of the world; and I can find solace in the fact that I am inspired to write instead. There’s always a silver lining if we just leave ourselves open to being shown it.

Another version of myself would be sitting in frustration looking for somewhere to place blame while fretting about best laid plans and waylaid courses. However, this version of me just smiles and shakes her head at the naivety of still believing I have any control or say over how my day is to go – even with my continued love (and dependence) on routine and schedules.

So, I’m going with my inspiration and the mood fighting a rather strong desire to plop down on the couch, turn on some crime TV and let my mind drift into oblivion.

A friend of mine encouragingly reminded me to not write for others or work in creative spaces for anyone other than myself. Much truth lies in these words. Yet, there is also a part of me that struggles with that idea as I have, to be honest, spent most of my life for myself.

But, as I was doing some studying/learning today, I came across a question to ask writers: Why do you want to tell THIS story?

The heart of any writing I do is buried in a desire to help others. When I was eight, I felt alone and strange in the world I had ended up in. It was just being adopted or having a unique international then domestic experience. It was that I became aware of a consciousness that was not the same as those around me whether my own age or older.

So, somehow I knew that my view of the world needed to be shared because surely I could not be alone in the way that I see it. It’s taken me years to find my voice or to have the confidence (thank god for aging) to speak out and to let myself be heard. It’s still a process, but my voice is becoming stronger and louder.

Thus, on days like today when I thought my usual routine would be what makes me feel satisfied at the end of it yet takes me a different direction, I am happy to follow where it goes into a zone – twilight or dawn. 😉

~T 😀

Oct 252019
 

I know it’s been a while since I have written. I kept thinking about sitting down to write a post and then I didn’t.

Time passes by quickly whether I am happy or whether I am sad. Time stops for no one. It’s really just a matter of how we spend the time.

People go through phases. Regular patterns reveal themselves throughout the year if we take the time to note them.

For me, the end of summer always brings a busy period and so it seems quite consistent that I write less in the early fall due to external factors. Probably, it is also the time when a low period hits after having to return to a normal schedule after being on holidays.

While this year wasn’t this case, I suppose that it was still a quiet period in terms of me pondering ‘out loud’ the meanderings of my mind.

On top of all that, I have realized that I have been in a bit of a funk. I was keeping busy to avoid acknowledging it or processing the source. My ups and downs are less obvious these days because overall life is fairly chill.

However, there has been quite a lot whirling in my mind.

During our recent holiday (post on that coming eventually), I 95% went off-grid. The remaining 5% was for a few minutes of mindless scrolling on social media, watching a video here and there, and keeping up with my French studies on Duolingo.

In any case, I read a book in a day (pictured above – nice when the cover matches the scenery, huh?!), watched the changing cloud patterns, drank tea and wine in our outdoor bathtub, swam in the sea, contemplated whether or not a school of fish could actually eat my body, enjoyed the rugby 🏉 matches, savored our nightly 8-course meals, laughed with my husband about nonsense, absorbed the ‘real purty’ scenery on our drives, and basically let my mind process what it needed.

While I’m not necessarily out of the funk, I definitely have a clearer idea of where my mind has been. The cogs of the wheel have been cleaned and oiled a bit, so I imagine I will finally be back to posting again. 😀

More to come….

~T 😀

Aug 302019
 

There is a thing called personal space.

The amount required depends on the person, culture, etc. I have gotten used to having less of it through living in Japan 👥 where this concept is a luxury even if on a person to person basis people would like more of it.

The other day, I knew that I had grown in my tolerance for close proximities to strangers when I only momentarily paused as someone stepped on the back of my flip-flop as I got off the train.🚃

This was again tested, the second time that someone stepped on my shoe on the same day.

Although my inner voice was screaming, “Back the F*@K off”, 🗣 my more “mature” voice took in a deep breath, smiled, waited for the foot to come off of my shoe and continued on. 🧘🏽‍♀️

Of course, there are multiple perspectives on this. One, ☝🏽I should/could choose to wear different shoes that might be less likely to get stepped on. Two, ✌🏽I could push back or give dirty looks at the offender to make them feel momentarily bad or confuse them as to the problem – either way creating a negative exchange. Three, 👌🏽 I can accept it for what it is and delay contemplation.

Obviously, I have chosen the latter of these options.

My contemplation 🤔 is, what makes it necessary to be so close to someone that you can actually step on the back of their shoe? Or, is it the make of the shoe in that the delay of the flip and flop is just that slow in that it unbalances the rhythm of steps for everyone? 😳

Whatever the case, I thought I would bore you with this anecdote, but interested in other theories and thoughts too because I can’t quite figure it out. In the meantime, I am wearing thicker soled shoes to thicken my patience. 😉

~T 😀


Jun 032019
 

My obsession with true crime podcasts and (audio)books can sometimes necessitate a bit of a step back to process the dark issues that can come up from listening to these kinds of stories.

Inevitably, one part of these stories is the search for the victims.

In some cases, they are rarely or never really missed due to dysfunctional families and relationships. In other cases, days can go by before anyone begins to worry because the person is independent or known to go off the grid at times. Then, there are those who cause instant worry if they aren’t heard from for even an hour.

I imagine that I’m some version of the latter two cases. However, I have recently contemplated just how long would it take for someone to miss me?

Out of interest, I asked my BFF and husband how much time they think would pass before realizing that I was gone.

My husband said a good eight hours, and the BFF claimed shortly after my husband noticed since he’d probably contact her first after realizing I had been out of touch.

This is not an unreasonable amount of time in my opinion since a regular work day keeps us busy and we don’t have to be in touch all the time. Still, a lot of bad stuff can go down in that amount of time….

Taking it a step further, the extension of this question and in many stories is – how long would you keep searching for me if I were missing?

Perhaps these are morbid questions influenced by the podcasts I listen to and the books I read. Still, no one wants to think about these truths unless forced to, but what’s the harm in having a plan like an evacuation pack or prepping for the end of times?🤪

I kind of liken it to when my grandmothers were getting on in age and it became somewhat worrisome for them to live on their own. So, they called my parents every night to check in. This is a good plan and it’s nice to be in touch regularly with those whom we care about.

So, seriously, how long do you think it would be before anyone would notice you were gone and how long would they keep looking for you? 🤷🏽‍♀️ Do you have a plan in place in the very unlikely event that something like this happens?

~T 😀

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