The Lions peeking over the ridge taken Dec 7, 2014
Reflections and musings. A quick look back.
This year is quickly coming to a close. It has been a year that has offered many insights and challenges.
Depression kicked in earlier in the year. That old devil of mine whispered all my shortcomings to me. The fear that I had pushed back during treatment washed over me threatening to pull me under.
I’ve always had a hard time expressing these emotions, never wanting to give them voice.
I wasn’t happy.
The life I’d been building was put on hold while I turned my attention to managing my health.
And now the battle was done and it was time to pick up the pieces.
The work place felt like a lead weight around my neck. I was treading water and sinking fast. And I knew it.
They wanted me gone and I wanted to go. Decidedly the architects pushed the envelope coming up with a lame excuse about getting rid of my position all together.
Oh, I could’ve sued and won. Of this I have no doubt. But I found a better place, a rewarding place and moved on.
Some will say I should have held the architects to task. The abuse over the last five years I was there was substantial. The reward would have been a monetary one as that is the only way I could have hurt them. It’s in their DNA.
But you know at the end of the day I really believe in karma. I thought of the people that are involved on a daily basis with the partners at the Architectural firm. I’d met many of them. I pondered how my rage may have affected them. Everything has a trickle down effect, the good and the bad. It has been my objective over the last few years to move through this life with a forgiving and loving heart.
So I ended things with this particular employer with an air of dignity and appreciation.
The partner, who had tormented me, particularly over the last year, was offered a hug and a handshake with a ‘thank you for the opportunity that you’ve afforded me. I have learned a great deal.’
And the surprise and astonishment that was written on his face. He wasn’t expecting my generosity of spirit. I caught completely off guard.
Oh, I knew they would hire someone else. They had to and they did a week after I was gone.
The thing I’ve always done is honour the job, I always have and always will.
And I left with a quiet dignity, not with spite and loathing.
Should I have waltzed into court bearing the mantle of a maligned and mistreated employee?
I did consider this option but quickly dismissed it.
I’m not a victim. I can and have survived more than most. I knew for several years prior that I was working for an asshole.
And in my stubborn optimism I tried to convert the prick.
My suffering was prolonged due to other circumstances as well. I was seeking another job, a better job prior to the cancer diagnosis.
When that sentence was given to me well, I kind of had to just set the rest of this life I’d been chasing off to the side for a time.
And then I got to thinking too of those we lost this year.
A man whose desire to make everyone laugh almost seemed manic at times. What a beautiful soul! And he was weighed down by demons that I can’t even begin to imagine in their brutality.
Yet Robin still wanted to make us laugh even though his own despair was swallowing him in that slow death we know as mental illness.
That phrase is frightening to many isn’t it?
I know this first hand. I’ve dealt with depression for a lifetime. Denied it for at least half of this journey and it was only when I acknowledged it, said it out loud, and accepted it that I truly began to heal and manage it.
In this I gained an understanding of how to deflate the power this thing had over me.
For all of us that do suffer with mental illness the degree of its savagery is hard to calculate.
I believe also that for Robin the weight of his fame was just one more aspect that he had to deal with.
Yes, I want to be a writer and put it out to the masses. You’ll either like it or not.
And I’m cool with that.
There will always be those who criticize. They’ll nit pick and put down every effort made. Hell, I do this as well at times.
Could someone tell me why the Kardashians are famous for example?
But I don’t know what it’s like to be under a magnifying glass. I don’t know what it’s like to have a demanding public. I don’t know if that would be of importance to me really.
Does it become a drug, something that is craved?
The adoration of the masses? The race to keep them happy?
What I do know is that a beautiful and troubled soul lost the battle. His family will miss him. His friends will miss him.
They knew a very different Robin. They knew him when he stepped off the stage and turned off the performance. They probably knew the pain he felt, the torment and like him, they didn’t know what to do about it.
And Robin managed to keep the severity of his illness from many and so the torment was experienced in a silent hell. I’ve visited that room a time or two.
As Christmas draws ever closer, I want to just hang my hinges onto the beauty of the human race and run with it.
I don’t want to try to imagine why terrorists would walk into a Pakistan school and kill all the children. I don’t want to wrap my head the ideology of a woman who killed her eight year old daughter then stuffed her in the trunk of car.
I do know these acts are the result of a malfunctioning brain and/or brains. There is a disconnect, a mental breakdown.
We are fed a litany of violent images. Sexuality has become this monstrosity that young people now equate with the phone they hold in their hand that dictates their life.
The flash of breasts and other body parts finds young girls forever shamed and some to a point where death becomes preferable.
And what would I tell these girls?
Love who you are. Love your body and delight in the sensations it gives you.
NEVER BE ASHAMED OF WHO YOU ARE AND WHAT YOU FEEL!
And love this life! My god, the beauty I’ve witnessed, the rush in the simplest of things.
And if someone tries to convince you that you are less than, that you are a slut, a whore…
Smile and know that you all woman. I’ve got to tell you as well that all those nuances that are yours hold them close. They are what makes you the person you are. Build on them…they are your authenticity.
Labels have been around since the dawn of mankind.
The understanding of power has been misunderstood as well. If you are wanting to look like the Photoshopped model in Glamour or Cosmopolitan magazine ask yourself why.
True beauty has so much depth. It is an energy.
So as this year closes I am thankful for the lessons this life has handed me. And I am so thankful for all of those who have touched my life. From all of them I’ve learned and tried to be just that much better.
I will continue on this path.
And thanks to all of you who’ve continued to read my ramblings. The New Year will see the book publication take place and I will continue to continue on this path of mine.