Can I just be honest and admit that sometimes I feel envy…
It’s a hard knock to realize that some dreams aren’t meant for me. This struck me not long after my husband died so suddenly. We spent years building towards a dream. We wanted a farm with our animals and to live simply on love, song and wine. We were getting so close to it, then poof!! All that disappeared one crazy day three years ago.
Sometimes you just want to say ~#$@0WTF!%8*
After convalescing for three years I’ve learned to breathe again. I had jobs to keep things going. I made new friends while some dropped off, and those who stayed have sustained me. Thank you. I learned new skills. I became an urban chicken farmer and a yoga teacher. My three dogs and I, along with sixteen chickens, are generally doing pretty good: there’s space to grow in our little home in South LA, I haven’t caught COVID, there’s internet, there’s food in the fridge and the ‘bestest’ is plumbing! I can turn on the taps and there’s cold water and hot water, and I can mix the two to a perfect temperature, under which I can luxuriate for a decent amount of time. I also have a boyfriend now who keeps me grounded when my head is in the clouds, or lifts me up when I am blue or feeling Holly Golightly’s “mean reds”.
I still beat myself up when I catch myself thinking, “Hmmmm. I wonder what it’s like to drive a new car, especially that sleek Tesla”, or that I’m working at some kind of artsy project. I can even envy a dog with its head out the window of a car while its floppy ears and gorgeous fur is blowing in the wind like some 70’s TV commercial for shampoo. I wish I was like that dog being taken out for a drive to the beach. “Rover” is beautiful and carefree.
I try to practice what I teach in my yoga classes to “Allow and accept where you are today”.
I recently finished reading “Advice on Dying and Living a Better Life” (authored by HRH, 14th Dalai Lama and edited by Jeffrey Hopkins). Rather than focus on what I don’t have, appreciate what I have, because life is short.
Another imagery that brings it home for me are these lyrics from “Time” by Pink Floyd.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over
Thought I’d something more to say“time” by Pink Floyd
One form of happy is to keep my envy in check. Next time I witness something that stimulates my sense of lack, I pause and tell myself, “Some dreams aren’t meant for me”, then keep calm and ride on, hangin on in quiet desperation.