So I found myself still on the Goodship Comparison this
week…like a bad movie of the week. How did I get back here? Why did I not stay
where I was—on land?
Martin and I had some talks recently wherein we talked about
his not feeling free to go and do things with other people without me. Gah…Yes,
it’s very true, I’ve been wanting to be with him so much that even time with
his friends, I’ve wanted to tag along on, and been upset when I haven’t gotten
to. This is not usually me—I’m normally fine with him going off and doing
whatever he wants. I usually go off and do what I want and we come back and
reconnect when next we do and talk about the experiences we’ve had apart.
Except…I HAVEN’T been going off on my own and following my
bliss. I’ve not been living my vintage life, connecting with vintage peeps (the
scene was stronger in the place I used to live). I’ve only been doing the art I
have to do, for commitments. I’ve been starting lots of art projects for fun
and not finishing them. I’ve been getting enchanted and then suddenly
disenchanted about ideas. The magic fades, for some cruel, unknown
reason. And this is seriously getting under my skin. I’ve been
feeling like I’ve lost my art–my superpower. And as a result, my power, over
myself. I identify as an artist and if I don’t have art, then what am I?
Consequently, I’ve felt an obsession to spend all the time we have together
with Martin and micromanage things. Trying to seize the power back in fucked-up
ways, maybe? And looking at his relationship with our female partner (whom I’ll
call L, for the sake of privacy) and comparing, comparing, comparing. Why
doesn’t he text me like that? Why doesn’t she? Doesn’t she want to
see me as much as she wants to see him? So much insecurity… But
insecurity stemming from within ME. My relationships, themselves, with Martin
and with L, objectively speaking? They’re both wonderful—I am truly happy with
all aspects of them. Then WHY compare my relationships to their relationship
with each other? Why be all niggling and petty? Why fixate on a
lack of something, when it’s truly not a lack, simply a difference?
Martin and I further had some talks about power (he’s really
good to talk to, to dig deep with). And why I seem to feel like I don’t have
any. I know that when I don’t do my art, I get bitchy. Really bitchy. And I’ve
been looking at others and saying to myself, I don’t want to be like THEM, and
I don’t want to be like THEM, and THAT really annoys me…What I realized is that
my gaze has been too focused OUTSIDE of myself, including my partners. I
haven’t let myself become engaged in my own soul-kissing activities, like my
art. For whatever reason, I always put responsibilities first, and my art comes
last. Call it being brought up in a responsible household where no one else was
an artist, but highly pragmatic. It’s a bad, bad habit. So this putting art
last? It makes me unhappy. It dries my soul up like a leaf cut off from its
tree. And it has far-reaching fingers, into all aspects of my life.
My ongoing quest is to generate my own vortex of art, dance, mystery, spirit,
my own warm bubble of passions that make my soul sing. I do it for myself, but
it also radiates outward and spills onto others, enveloping them in the warm
love that I am generating in myself.
And since I’ve uprooted this kernel, I’ve felt 100% better.
Oh god, SO much better! I’ve taken steps to just fuck around with my art and
experiment and see what I get. And I like what’s coming out of my pencil. I
like the sea of possibilities. I like changing media and seeing what I get. I
am getting ideas, rooted in my passions as an artist and a human being.
And tonight I am going dancing. And I am EXCITED!!
And when they text each other, it doesn’t faze me. And when
they see each other without me being there, it doesn’t ruffle my feathers. I AM
getting what I want and need from each of them. And now that I am back focusing
on living my own passions, I think (I hope!) they’re getting more of what they
want and need from me. A happy, independent, loving, giving me.
It’s the best gift I have for the ones I love so deeply.
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