Have you ever experienced any grumpiness or grief as life changes?
Have you ever gotten what you wanted and then found it wanting?
Whether it is a new job or a relationship, you have reached your goal.
I believe as humans whenever we have any change, wanted or not we experience a levels of grief. Even if it is a change that we have dreamed of.
Eckhart tole tells us “There are two ways of being unhappy. Not getting what you want is one. Getting what you want is the other”. Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth.
I believe we all experience this grief to differing degrees. Is it acceptable to acknowledge this grief in change?
In America I can see this in a bigger way with the turnover in presidents. There is a grieving of what is known and familiar, along with the excitement of the unknown.
Being a foreigner in America, I find I grieve small things that I took for granted in Canada. Such as HP sauce that I had with my eggs in the morning, which is not available here. These small familiar things act as markers for home.
Even if home was sometimes predictable and boring. I believe my mind wants to cling to the familiar to protect me, to keep me safe.
In the mountains of Colorado the scenary is unfamiliar-and I am unfamiliar. My identity is changing, and my ego wants to cling to the old me.
For years I prayed for love to find me, I asked my dead husband to help me. Now my prayers have been answered and I am in a push-pull relationship with all the good that is coming into my life. Being in a new relationship and living together is a big change after 8 years of living alone. When you live alone, sometimes the loneliness vibrates throughout your very being.
When I was living with my good friend Pauline, we each did our own thing. We watched the news and ate dinner together, but that was the limit of the togetherness. We always did our own thing.
In this new relationship we sleep together, we wake up together, we do things together. We process our feelings together. That is a lot of togetherness. Currently I am not able to work, as I wait for my immigration to be processed for residency. This gives me a lot of time at home.
I feel like there are two parts of me, the old grumpy widow who is stubborn and is used to doing her own thing, her own way. The other part of me is the excited tender part of me that is so grateful to have love in my life. To cuddle, to cook together, do yoga together. I feel that the old self, and the new self are trying to cohabite but are in conflict, like difficult roommates.
There are times when I stay up until till 12 midnight when my fiancé goes to bed at about 930pm. I stay up and watch British tv shows, and tell myself I am doing exactly what I want to do. This feels like me time.
He has expressed an interest in going to bed together at the same time.
Why am I so resistant?
Is it possible to have too much of a good thing?