I am so relieved. For a moment, I thought I was on the hook for intentions 2017, and I don’t have them yet.
(short pause to run to the basement — which, Freudian-ly, I originally typed with a leading “a”, and now I wonder what that’s about — to put in a load of laundry. What IS that about? Is that I have to abase myself by making sure that I am doing the right and proper thing for the care of the family — a family that doesn’t care about the done-ness of the laundry and wonders what the hell I’m on about all the time? Is it that I come to this site to abase myself? Charmingly, the archaic use of “abase” meant to lower physically, and I did go downstairs.)
Aaannyyyway. For the second year running my intentions were Pay Attention, Have Fun.
Readers, I was awesome at both. So much of this stems, as it did last year, from my meditation practice. My job also requires me to pay attention, deeply, because I have so much to learn. One of the things I do in my job is lead days-long group discussions between near strangers on Big Issues. That requires a lot of exquisite attention, and while I sometimes cannot get through a 30 minute conference call without wandering to Gmail or worse, I can attend and hold those discussions. 2016 was the first time I was called upon to do that, and I did it well, according to the people who were there. Paying attention is a gift and a skill, and I am blessed to be in a position to have a little bit and cultivate the rest.
I was better, although far from perfect, at paying attention to Milo when he needed it, and understanding that what he really needed was attention, and not the thing he was leading with. It is deeply satisfying to do that, although I am inconsistent about it.
And Daniel. Well, y’know. My beloved Daniel is the black diamond slope of my relationships. Pity I didn’t have a harder time with my parents or sibling, so Daniel could look like easy, or easier. I realize how reluctant I am to give him my full attention, although, again, I think I’m better than I have been in the past (which has been pretty horrible. Two people, one oxygen mask– I’ve written that before, but I don’t remember which post — that was how our marriage seemed. Or no oxygen mask. Or an oxygen mask way over in the kitchen, which was where I was desperately trying to get to at any given moment). The stated-to-myself reason why is that I am afraid giving it to him will leave nothing for me. That is sounding a little stale now. I wonder what is the reason behind that reason. I was just typing, “Daniel’s need for attention is bottomless,” which is why I allow myself to shrug it off so often. But maybe Daniel’s need for attention is not bottomless. Maybe it can be met with 10 minutes, but I get really, unbearably antsy after about 7 (that’s being generous to myself.). Maybe I can hold the pose (in the yoga sense, not the poseur sense, but I am open to the second) for just a little bit longer than I think I can. That’s worth thinking about.
And, if my attention to Daniel at the end of the workday is measured by my lack of attention to cooking (Daniel set up an either-or years ago. Why was I in the kitchen cooking dinner when he wanted to talk at the end of the day? No, he couldn’t come into the kitchen and talk while I was cooking because I wasn’t giving him my full attention then. Daniel has abysmal eating habits, and believes he doesn’t care about food. This is not exactly true; food does a lot of non-food work with him. It is true that he cares nothing about me cooking. Like laundry. He wants domestic work to be outsourced & invisible. I’ve written that before. I want it to be out loud and proud.)
Wow. That may be the longest parenthetical this blog has yet entertained. Restart: And, if my attention to Daniel at the end of the workday is measured by my lack of attention to cooking, then 2016 was aces for Daniel.
What feels really good to me now is that I feel like writing about my marriage here is getting less and less interesting. Also less and less original. That feels like progress. It feels like the marriage is not the main thing I’m working on now. Which has to be tied in some way to my un-listed intention around divorce, right? Maybe I did divorce myself from something in 2016. I divorced myself from my initial views of what my marriage should and must be. I ended that marriage-in-my-head, which was not working, and got clear, or clearer, about the marriage in my real life. I decline to say whether it is working or not. It is still going. It is going more happily now than it has in a long time, and Daniel’s emotional volatility (I originally wrote “squirrely-ness”. It’s wonderful and precise and inexplicable, but see urban dictionary) doesn’t entirely undermine it. Except when it does, and that just means we’re two humans being all human together.
Have fun. Yes! I did ! Flywheel is fun! Deciding that self-care in the form of an unwavering commitment to working out is absolutely necessary for me to do my job sounds grim but… it was fun! Binge-reading Louise Penny? SUPER FUN! (I thought I was having an affair with Armand Gamache, but now I realize I’m having an affair with Jean Guy Beauvoir.). I’m reminded of the summer Shakespeare program I did in college, which was centered around the idea of play. We lived in dorms in a tiny town next to nowhere, and performed Shakespeare plays on stage (not just comedies), but really the eight weeks were less about performance than an exploration of play. Of course, we thought it was about performance. The professor and mastermind of the project kept telling us it was about play. We read Homo Ludens, even! Now, more than 25 years later, I am getting it.
And suddenly I am winding down and feeling done. One last observation: I think paying attention is essential to having fun. Paying attention opens up so many opportunities for delight, joy, silliness, and play. They are not opposites, they are complements.
I am very happy with the personal history of the year.