I used to pride myself on being able to handle change well – even craving change. But these past several months have challenged that thought.
I have had a lot of change. Like, if you ever take one of those life stressor polls, I’d rate pretty darn high. I actually just took a quiz (the Holmes-Rahe Stress Inventory) and scored well above the high rating and they predict I have an 80% chance of having a major health incidence in the next 2 years. So…um…
Every little change is now effecting me in a negative way. For instance, our neighbors moved. We weren’t close. I knew their names and would wave if we saw each other – but that’s about it. But now at night, when I’m washing the baby bottles, I look out our kitchen window and don’t see the familiar view of our neighbor sitting on her couch working on her laptop. And it makes me sad. I feel out of control. And I hate that.
In order to make myself feel more in control over all these out of my hands changes, I tend to dream about my life in the future. I don’t dream too far in advance, maybe 6 months to 2 years. And I’m not unrealistic. I don’t envision myself winning the lottery or moving to France. I envision real-life possibilities. And it helps. It gives me a sense of calm and control, even if the control is just an illusion.
But I don’t tell anyone my future life visions. I think it’s because I’ve had goals I’ve shared in the past, and didn’t make them, and felt horrible about myself. It was embarrassing. So I stopped voicing my dreams. Which is sad. I kind of need to voice these, right? I mean, how can I make my life more of what I want, and make sure my husband and I are both seeing the same, or close to same, things – unless I share these.
It’s hard to find time to talk seriously with him now. In depth conversations are a thing of the past. We now talk about poopy diapers, what we can scrounge out of the fridge for dinner, and our deep desire for more sleep. Nothing serious. But that’s my goal for the weekend. To voice my dreams. I may have to give a dream disclaimer. Something along the lines of “is this doesn’t happen, it’s OK.” Give myself a little out in case I change my mind, lose my way, etc. Maybe that will make the conversation a little easier.
Once I share them with him, I’ll share them with you. So stay tuned…