It feels like a physical exertion, a CrossFit-style grunting effort, to bring my attention back to myself. Recently, when at home for a few minutes, or in the morning just sitting in meditation, or writing my Morning Pages, I’ve been asking myself, “What would I be thinking/doing/writing if I were single?”
While this doesn’t feel like the “best” thought to have (“Gee, aren’t you ungrateful,” or “You’re going to attract that experience if you keep thinking about it!”), it does become effective when I truly allow myself to sink into that wondering.
There’s work for me to do on my co-dependency front. My tendency to abandon what I want for myself is so great sometimes that days can pass without really thinking about what I want for me. My thoughts swirl with “us” or “him,” and I become crankier, more controlling, less amiable, because that’s not where my real energy or power comes from.
This is not new information for me. But it feels even more relevant to “come back to center” as we talk about inviting tiny humans into our existence. I “know” (as in, read books and blogs and heard from others) that having children is an experience that can overtake your life. In some iterations, this isn’t altogether negative—the rotation of your internal planet has shifted, and you just learn to plant your crops at different seasons. In some iterations, you become so distant from your internal compass that you have no home within yourself anymore, so focused are you on the needs, desires, passions, and cravings of others.
And yet. Presently, the effort of will it feels like to bring my thought habits back to myself is Herculean — as in DEMIGOD. But this thought precipitates the notion of “god,” which then brings me back to the solution.
I am wholly unqualified of myself to stay in my own lane of my own volition. I need divine intervention of the highest order, and sometimes that is asking what would I be thinking about if I were single, because it brings my focus to what God/Fate/Love/Nature wants for me.
I’m at the place of inviting whatever powers that be into my mind and consciousness (as it is merely a habit of mind, not of heart or spirit) so that I can perform whatever duties in this life are being asked of me. I can’t know what I want for myself—from career moves to which socks to wear—if I can’t hear my heart over my head.