19/10/2024
I haven't posted on here for a while as I have been so busy and distracted mentally. However, I have been doing alot of thinking lately. Which is no surprise as I am the epitome of an overthinker. I tend to analyse everything, which isn't always helpful. But so it is.
I spend so much time on fundraising for animals, however I know I need to look at what I want personally for myself, with regard to time out from that. It gets so intense and stressful. If I don't manage that I crash and burn. I need personal fulfillment, plus hobbies and interests away from that occasionally.
And then recently I had an epiphany.
I don't know what to do other than Rescue. I am not feeling drawn or inspired to anything else currently.
After a lifetime of serial relationships for over 40 years, I have been on my own now for one of the longest periods in my adult life. Which isn't that long in all honesty. There was a time in my early forties which was longer. Although knowing me I was probably dating and hoping to find someone fabulous. And then I started another relationship which got serious in a heartbeat. My early conditioning was similar to so many. Find the "one" and all will be right with your world.
But that never worked for me. As that is never how it is. You need to be at one with yourself over and above finding a mate. It has been studied, that apart from initial early stages of first getting together, people in a relationship are no happier than those living life single. I can personally concur with that.
The challenge I have is that in my relationships, my early conditioning meant I focused mainly on my partner's wellbeing. With a few exceptions, their wants, needs and desires were the focal point of our time together. I was a typical codependent. With one relationship years ago, I even dressed differently from my style to please him. I would unwittingly morph into who I thought they wanted. However the real me would eventually come out, and the relationship would break down. I was a strong woman who mainly attracted men who needed parenting after the initial courtship, where they showed so much promise. There was one exception, but he had other challenges.
I remember my Dear Mum, visiting me at my flat in my very early twenties. We were having a lovely time drinking tea and chatting. She said she had better go. When I pressed her to stay a while she insisted she needed to make my Dad's dinner on time. She rarely did anything for herself. That made me so sad, that she couldn't even give herself another 30 minutes. But this learned behaviour also added to my pattern of people pleasing in my relationships. I made pretty much everything about the man. Once they were happy I could relax.
Now away from that co-dependent environment I strangely feel a little lost. I don't know what I want for me as a woman alone. I have spent so many years, nay decades, falling in with someone else's agenda and interests, or supporting them with their challenges. Apart from rescue work, I am not sure what inspires me.
So it is time I feel, to discover what that is.
It will be interesting. π