I need an outlet. I need something that says "Lavinia!"
That's what I've been saying for months, or maybe the last couple of years. I don't know exactly when this feeling of being suppressed started, but I have a good idea. I am a stay-at-home mom and have been for about 3 years. Wow, has it really been that long? I must have idled through the place of "this is who I am for right now" and then crossed well over into the place of "that's who you used to be" before I stopped and asked myself, "now what was I supposed to be doing?"
I seem to have misplaced my Lavinia-ness!
Have you ever come to that conclusion? The conclusion that you've somehow surrendered that it-thing that makes you sparkle? Then traded all that in for a watered down wishy-washy version of yourself. I'm bored! I'm bored with myself! I bore myself!
Big Phat Sigh
I noticed that I do that a lot. Just as I read back the last passage that I wrote, I did it. Let out this big phat sigh. It's my long drawn out period that I place at the end of some thought I haven't outwardly expressed. It can be any kind of thought really. But the last sigh was one of reflection. "I bore myself" period = (*big phat sigh)= now that's a crying shame, pull it together.
In another instance, I thought about the "date" my husband plans to take me on this weekend (*bigphatsigh*) That sigh was a brief daydream. "Jay's got something nice planned just for the two of us" (*bigphatsigh*)= it's gonna be so nice to be alone just the two of us for a couple of hours and.....
Then there is my beloved "good grief" sigh. This one usually comes after the following thoughts
* If these kids don't stop arguing...
* I gotta do the laundry/dishes/housework period...
* I went down stairs 3 times and still forgot to get...
* Bills...
You get where I'm going with it.
My favorite sighs are the relax-relate-release sighs. They are the ones that escape me when I watch my kids laugh (*bigphatsigh*) = I love my babies. When I get to curl up with my husband on the couch in the evening (*bigphatsigh*) = this feels so nice. When I finally finish a project (*bigphatsigh*) = finally! When I first step into a warm shower (*bigphatsigh*) = perfect temperature and I'm never leaving. When I bite into my favorite shortbread cookie with the chocolate frosting on top after literally tasting it in my imagination all week (*bigphatsigh*) = if I could chew this bite forever I would.
My New Conclusion
Earlier I said that sighs are my periods at the end of a thought. But that's not really true. My big phat sighs continue on to say a lot. So, I guess you could say they're my semi-colons. And I hope you're next expecting a straight-forward and accurate definition of a semicolon from me (*bigphatsigh*) ; You don't know? You better ask somebody...else.
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