I have no control over others. I can't force people to make me a priority in their lives or invite me places or even remember that I exist. This includes the people closest to me. It's nobody's fault. Everyone is just living their own life as best they can. But when a child that I care about very much hugs me and tells me that she "hasn't seen me in forever", how do I respond without letting her see into my soul. Because I don't think anyone in their right mind wants to see into my soul right now. So I put on my adult face. Smile. Agree and change the subject. Because I have no control over this. Victory. Right?
Acknowledging this really should be some sort of victory ....yes? I guess it is. It doesn't feel like a victory, but then I guess not all victories are meant to feel good.
What this victory means to me right now is that I'm back to trying to figure out my purpose in life, knowing that I may have to do it basically alone. The black hole in front of me is still there. My job is to figure out what's in there waiting for me.
Maybe if I concentrate on this instead of obsessing over the "alone" part, I'll be able to finally figure it out. I'm only 52 years old, but at times I feel like I've already become my mother. Even she had a better social life than this at age 52. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Maybe some day cows will fly.
I'm developing a theory in my head that our relationships are like the food pyramid. And each person's relationship "plate" is unique and some plates are much more complex than others. I know where people are on my plate. But I'm never really sure where I am on theirs. And I have no control over where I am on theirs. And I never will. We eat to nourish our bodies. Relationships nourish our souls. I am now at a stage in life where I am more in control of my physical nourishment than I ever have been before. The other..... no control. Irony.