2021. szeptember 15.

on emotions & inspirations

Today’s was a very useful session at the psychologist

Last time we started talking about feelings
whether it was o.k. to express them back at home
and so on
(starting with my apparent inability to feel anger)
and then I thought about jealousy
with which I do struggle every once in a while
and then of self-pity
And then she said that jealousy is something much like anger
and self-pity like sadness
and with that, their "moral value" was at once taken away
and I find that very helpful indeed
a lot easier to manage them in my head
(or so I think now :-))

She also asked, in connection with my feeling of shame about the divorce
how I feel towards my divorcing friends
and I told her truthfully that I don't feel inclined to judge them
since both had fairly straight forward cases
with not much of a choice other than to leave
Then she asked me how I would put my own case into a sentence like those
seeing what objective reasons I could connect to their divorces
and I said "I was divorced because Á. wanted to leave"
and that suddenly felt like something pretty objective

As to the "substitute life"
even as I told her about it, I had to admit that
this expectation (the one about a family of "my own") 
exists only in my head
which doesn't make it much easier but maybe a bit still

Then at home I somehow thought I might start
trouble is, how do I strengthen my commitment...?

And in the evening we went to the cinema(!) with CLC
watched the film on the Ignatian camino
and it inspires me to go and walk it next spring
I'll have to make some sort of an initial calculation

2021. szeptember 13.

on a substitute life

However, there was another impression
I've got after the papal mass
(and many times earlier but somehow it only took shape now)
namely that 

instead of a life of my own
I live a substitute one

It came on me while G. and T. were happily greeting rarely seen friends
and I was just standing there, not knowing what to say to whom
and although being there as a sister(-in-law) and aunt was a totally natural thing
I still felt as though I "should" be with "my own" family
that would be the "mature" thing
the responsible, the adult life

Maybe this is what I once called 
not being at home in my life
although back then
that was more a feeling of unreal-ness
while this is not

Maybe it is deteriorated by the fact
that I move among "perfect" families
so my ideals keep rubbing into my face
but then again, these lovely (and imperfect) people are my relatives and friends
and I am happy for their fortunes

It's about my attitude
about my seeing black or white and nothing in-between



(wo)man on the dam

It's been a while
as you may have noticed, that is a good sign
nothing particularly upstetting
and so it was, absolutely
the two holidays (in the Bükk and in the Őrség [goodness, that sounds bad!])
were perfectly relaxing
I came home with heightened energy level and lifted mood
and it lasted up to the last few days
pretty marvellously, really

I met a lovely little girl
14 months old Júlia
from whom I learned a lot
and who made me feel God's love more than anything this summer
the experience made me think about adoption 
once again
but I dismissed the idea for a while 
once again

Then this was a very busy weekend
theater on Friday, 1984
it was a lot better than I expected
quite moving in fact

Saturday morning I met Be. to sell him some coffee
he showed up in a Man on the Dam T-shirt
and as my face lit up, he said "it'll be tonight"
so I set up to walk the 26 km distance
on my own, having no one around to join me with such a short notice

This obviously meant that I freaked out
from every unusually shaped/coloured bush
and once terribly from a silent dogwalker
whom I passed almost without even noticing
and who later caught up with me
to my sheer horror
until I realised he was a fellow hiker
we met at the turning point earlier
and eventually walked together for the last five or so kms

All in all, it was a good thing to do
even if I weren't quite sure that I want to go
up to the time of leaving
and even if I was bone-tired 
I really felt as though I couldn't get out to the loo at night
and then came the papal mass in Pest...
but it all turned out quite nicely in the end