Per my last post, I’m still in the middle, or maybe just at the beginning, of working out my 2015 intentions, so I’m rolling them over into 2016. Pay attention. Have fun.
(Blogging is fun.) I’m continuing to think about fun, or play. I think of myself as fun and playful, but I’m not sure there’s a lot of evidence for either. The article I linked to describes play as something that causes a person to lose all track of time. That cuts me right out. I wonder how many people who run households, who have picked up the responsibility for care, feeding, and clean laundry of people and domestic mammals can truly, truly lose track of time and the next thing. My God, I am always staring that next thing right in the face. The meal that will need to appear right after everyone else is done with their fun, so that happiness doesn’t curdle into crankiness. Bedtime, so that tomorrow (wake up time is 5:53) will have a fighting chance at being fun, too, rather than a wreck of exhaustion. The dog’s next walk, or ear cleaning, or teeth cleaning, because accidents and vet bills are Not Fun. I could let go of the meal aspect, at least for others. Of the household, I’m the one most prone to hangry. (“I hate you, pants.” Gets me every time.)
I also feel like it’s a fight to have the fun I want to have. Yesterday I spent the day in bed with a wretched upper respiratory infection (that sounds better than dumb cold). I read the first part of Sally Mann’s memoir (what’s the difference between memoir & autobiography?), and half of Detective Inspector Huss. That was loads of fun. I felt like I was skipping out of all my responsibilities. It’s easier to do that on Shabbat, when my responsibilities are put on pause anyway. But reading in bed with a cold doesn’t seem vivid enough to be fun, or to be play. (And in fact today, the second day of confinement, is not nearly as much fun, even though I really am skipping out of responsibilities.) Daniel and I have very different ideas of fun and play.
That sentence brings such a heaviness to my heart. Here’s what I’m not saying, but haven’t stopped thinking about since New Year’s Eve. One of my 2016 intentions, really truly honestly, revolves around divorce. And it’s not an intention not to get divorced. Nor is it an intention to get divorced. But divorce is really on my mind right now. I imagine using this blog to play around with thoughts about divorce this year.
Okay I wrote it. I’m not going to erase it. It’s an abrupt swerve, I grant you, from different ideas of fun and play to the end of my marriage. But it’s just one of the starting points. My ideas of fun make Daniel anxious. And he hates that I don’t see sitting with him & meeting his needs as fun. And “play” to him means only a certain kind of sexual activity. Nothing else. Although he can be playful. I start here and can keep going.
It doesn’t meant that I have to get divorced. But for so long, I countered every difficulty in my marriage with the thought, “I can’t get divorced.” Except that a few months ago, I decided that I could, in fact, get divorced, and that decision — that it was possible, not that it was necessary or inevitable — made me feel better. It is perhaps an extension of my feelings of empowerment. I’m choosing to stay now, and I can chose to leave.
In my meditation practice, I’m working on acceptance versus resistance. What is divorce? Is it acceptance that a marriage has come to its end, or resistance of the other’s character and human-ness? I don’t know. I just feel drawn to think about this very seriously right now. The feeling may pass (do you hear whistling in the dark?). My secret hope is that I can get this all out of my system somehow, and turn these unnerving thoughts into fodder for a novel. I can externalize this concern, play it out in my imagination, and keep it far from my real life.
In thinking about what it means to leave, I think about what it means to stay. I miss the Daniel of 20 years ago, of 15 years ago… maybe not 5 years ago. I resist the changes in him and in our marriage. I’m hugely pissed off about them, in fact. I am tired of suffering and feeling like I am causing suffering and we’re in an endless loop of it with only moments of respite. So that is my challenge. To go into the suffering to get out of it:
From a newsletter that quotes Thich Nhat Hahn:
“We should look at our suffering in such a way that the suffering can become a positive thing. Of course you have made some mistakes. You have been unskillful. All of us are the same. We always make mistakes. We are very often unskillful. But that does not prevent us from improving, from beginning anew, from transforming. The Buddha said that if you have not suffered, there is no way you can learn. If the Buddha has arrived at full enlightenment, that is just because he had suffered a lot. The suffering was the path that helped him to arrive at full enlightenment, at full compassion, at full understanding.
…. According to the teaching of the Buddha, it is by looking deeply into the nature of your sorrow, your pain, of your suffering, that you can discover the way out.
If you have not suffered, you cannot go to the Buddha. You have no chance to touch peace, to touch love. It is exactly because of the fact that you have suffered, that now you have an opportunity to recognize the path leading to liberation, leading to love, leading to understanding. Don’t be discouraged when you see that in the past you have suffered and you have made other people suffer. If we know how to handle the suffering, we will be able to profit from our suffering….”