116 // This Incurable Thing

I’m on shaky emotional ground this morning though this morning isn’t out of what I am calling the new new new normal.

The thought occurred to me on the way to work this morning that there is just never enough time to do all the crying you need. I know this sounds rather sad, but I don’t mean it that way. I’m ok, but sometimes getting through life, enduring this incurable thing we call the human condition, just requires an occasional emotion cleansing. I’m long overdue and in desperate need.

Perhaps, like all things in our time of high productivity and unbridled consumerism, it has to be scheduled. Time blocked, with reminders on and timers set. Time between meetings, errands, meals, visits with family and friends, dinner, dishes, and bedtime to put on a sad song and let your heart truly break for yourself, your loved ones, and the whole world of struggle and suffering.

Time to mourn and time to grieve. Time to lament all that time that’s been wasted, the time that’s been lost, the time we’ll never even have. Time to wish and regret. Time to be angry, to be confused, and simply to be sad.

We work so hard to avoid all those weak, negative, and useless emotions, but I don’t believe we truly ever rid ourselves of them. They bubble below the surface, waiting for the most insignificant and insidious trigger to jump out and surprise us.

No, better to find time to feel them regularly. Better to make time or it will happen when you least want it to, I promise. And don’t worry, after you’ve screamed it out and soaked your shirt with tears, you’ll do the same thing we all do. You’ll take a good look in the mirror and remember who you are, where you are, and what must be done. You’ll clean yourself up and get on with the hard work of living life from emotional purge to emotional purge, as if neither the pain nor the purge ever happened.

Until I can make time though, I’m trying to remember that though life is generally stressful and often terrifying right now, not every minute is made of chaos and catastrophe. There can be—no, there are—moments of calm, security, and even joy. It’s hard to seize them when they come along, though. I guess when you are carrying the past with one hand and clinging to the future with the other, there’s nothing left for you to hold the present with, you know?

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Lisa Marie Blair

Painfully aware. Profoundly afraid. Perpetually falling in and out of love with humanity. She/They.

3 thoughts on “116 // This Incurable Thing”

  1. First off, thanks for finding/following me. Second, damn..you are an excellent writer. Not just what you say, or how you say it, but the syntax as well. Anyway, my post to your comment is this: I am in my 60’s, and have learned that in order to conquer all the demons you mentioned in this blog entry, I have managed to come up with one cure: Apathy. I have not yet achieved 100% apathy, but enough that I can brush off many of the anxieties required to keep up with the geometry called life.

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    1. Thank you so much for these kind words! You have made my entire day, week, and probably month and more. I think you are right about apathy. It has its place and its use, and I am probably in need of a healthier dose. I’ve always felt very deeply and I welcome all my emotions equally, but lately, they’ve been an impediment when it comes to the “getting things done” part of life. Balance has to be found. Thank you again!

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