S8EP2: This is my Life

Hey, gang! Welcome to my life – where anything is possible and nothing is as it seems. I’m Freedom and I’ll be your host, coming at you from within the depths of Geistopia.

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It is…Sunday, November 13, Two-Thousand and Twenty-New. Time...Dividing

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Lesson –

The Post

Things are a little backwards this week, Fellow Travelers.

WALT: Just this week, huh?

I’m talking about the format of the post.

WALT: Ohhhhh. Right.

What were you talking about?

WALT: Nothin’. Nothin’ at all. Just carry on with your bad self.

Anyway, as I was saying, the post is a little backwards this week and I’ll explain why in just a bit. Nonetheless, this is my life.

It is the end of the week. I’m actually starting the post on a Sunday night. [And I plan on finishing it as well.] It was quite the week. Fairly straight forward, but splattered with a few twists and turns. But, then, this is my life. There’s always twists and turns.

I had my week planned from the outset. I was going to work most of Monday. Then Monday night and Tuesday would be my downtime for the Full Moon. This officially began my new cycle of work-downtime balance.

The plan is to take the time off over the New and Full Moons each month. This is the perfect time to take a day off. These are days that I want to just kind of focus on me anyway. Not to mention the fact that they are days that never go right for me. So, trying to live a normal day is a bit fruitless.

This is a cycle I was shown during the New Moon in October. The cycle would have actually begun then, but I was absolutely taking off for Halloween. [25 years and all of that.] So, I take the day off for The Moon, including a little extra time the night before. Then, according to the plan, on The Day After I set out to work. I then work every day until the next moon. I think it is a fair and reasonable plan. I’d prefer a day off every week, but until I juggle a few more apples that’s not going to happen.

The Princesses came and had dinner with me on Tuesday, The Day of The Moon. It also works out that the next moon cycle falls on Thanksgiving Eve, which is when the girls and I were planning to do our Thanksgiving-ing. I like that addition to the cycle. Though, after Thanksgiving, we only have one more Moon cycle available to us and dinner night is not possible Of or Before, so it will probably come After. [Though, I still need to take the day off on The Day Of.]

The girls and I had a most splendilicious time together on Tuesday. There was laughter. There were even some tears. But, all in all, it was good.

I picked them up right at school on Tuesday afternoon. This was a first. I haven’t picked them up from school yet this year and I haven’t really picked either of them up from the high school. It was an adventure. Not a grand kind. More of an amusing little experience. First, they were picking on me because my mindset is still that of the elementary and middle schools.

They brought the idea to me about mid-morning.

“You can get us right from school…then just wait at the house a minute while we get ourselves together.”

“Ok….but…don’t you need a note saying that I’m picking you up?”

“Nooooooo. We’re not in elementary school anymore. You just park the car and we walk out to it.”

“Oh.”

They instructed me to park across the street at the fairgrounds. I thought this was just so that they could find me easily. Boy, was I surprised when I showed up and there were all of these other cars parked there. Apparently, that is just where parents park when they’re picking up kids from the high school.

I picked them up then waited in the driveway at their house while they got themselves together for the night. We drove home and immediately made dinner. We sat at the kitchen table and had a nice family meal. After the meal was when the drama began.

Cuddlebug wanted to play in the leaves. This was actually in her plans for Halloween but it rained that night. Of course, she wanted Sunshine to go with her and Sunshine just was not interested. I don’t know exactly what all happened. I missed the whole discussion and most of the bickering. I walked in the room to Sunshine declaring, “Don’t play that card.”

Apparently, Cuddlebug pointed out that she would be graduating this year and these times are limited. I, too, tried to convince Sunshine to join us and then just went outside and started raking leaves. Cuddlebug came out and said she saw Sunshine sitting at the table talking to herself and crying. So, I handed her the rake and told her I’d be back.

Sunshine and I had a lengthy chat. She was upset about Cuddlebug using graduation against her in that way. I get that and I told her as much. However, I also pointed out that she admits she doesn’t want Cuddlebug to leave and that she’s going to miss her. I also said that Cuddlebug is correct. These times will become few and far between. I mentioned that I have seen the pattern of not wanting to do things with her when she wants. I saw it at the beach and several other times. I told her that I thought she should at least just come out and sit on the step and spend the time with us.

We also chatted about my feelings towards her seeming dismissal of me lately.

“Well, you don’t understand. I have all these people to say hi to.”

“No, I do understand. At your concert last week I stood back and waited patiently. You came out. You played at the baby. You said hello to mommom and Aunt Boom-Dee-Aye. You held the baby. You said goodbye to mommom and Aunt Boom-Dee-Aye. Now someone else was holding the baby and you were playing at him again. Still, I stood there and you had not as much looked at me.”

I told her that I don’t expect her to come running up all excited. But that I don’t appreciate being left to stand on the sidelines either. When we were done, she did join us outside. But she only sat for a moment before she was in the leaves playing. After that, we could almost not get her out of the pile.

When we were done having that bit of fun, we headed inside, grabbed our ice cream and settled in to finish Nightmare Before Christmas and kick-off our Holiday movie tradition. Along the way, we laughed and had fun. We even addressed another lil family drama. [Which turned out to be kind of fun and amusing in the end.]

As usual, we ran the whole gamut of family living in just one night. This is my life. We get so little time together but we always make the absolute most of it – good bad and indifferent. I also cherish every single one of these moments. Even the tough ones. They are a part of living and growing and parenting. I don’t get them all the time so I will take the times I do.

This is my life.

The rest of my week was fairly simple. Work. I was going to go out and drive all day everyday Wednesday through today. The plan was to also continue stopping in at The College to keep that project moving – even if it is just 30 minutes at a time. Along the way, I figured I would squeeze in whatever else I could – laundry, cleaning, continuing to go through all this storage stuff. That’s not how my week would go…at all.

By Tuesday [at the latest] I had received a text from Twirlie [Big Boss’ wife.] She wanted to let me know that preview night for the Christmas show was on Wednesday night if I could make it and, also, that they had a new dishwasher starting on Thursday if I could maybe come in and train him for a bit – get him going.

So, I adjusted and made time to be there for preview night. I almost didn’t make it. They were just starting as I snuck in and grabbed a seat. The new dishwasher didn’t show up at preview night and we weren’t quite sure why. This also left us uncertain as to whether he would be joining us for dinner service on Thursday.

Thursday started fairly routine. I got up and got out for my driving shift. It was a slow and strange day. Things just weren’t grooving right. As usual, I tried to figure out how to make the most of the situation. I decided that I would run over and get my 30 minutes in at The College before I stopped by The Theatre.

I’m glad I did. The answer was – No. The new dishwasher would not be joining us. Apparently, his father passed suddenly. He was in New York and he didn’t know when he’d be back. So, I suddenly went from only training to actually doing the dishes. I was in no way prepared for this, but I got through it.

The end result was that they needed me then for every dinner service this weekend. That totally changed all of my plans.

Friday I was planning on driving all day – each meal period. They would let me know if the count went up for dinner and they needed help. By the end of lunch, I had made what I needed to make for the day. I decided to call it for a bit and come home and get my rest before going out for dinner.

By the time I had finished my rest I wasn’t feeling like going out anymore. I had decided that I had what I needed and I could make the rest over the weekend so I would just take that afternoon to catch up on other things. Choices were made. However, by 1600, two hours before dinner service, Lil Boss was letting me know the count had gone up. I was glad I had changed my day. Unfortunately, I wouldn’t get to use it the way I wanted.

By the end of dinner service on Friday, I was feeling it. I was very, very sore. I got back to the house and just sat at the kitchen table for like an hour before taking a hot shower and going to bed. Unfortunately, I was still feeling it in the morning. I didn’t drive on Saturday and I wouldn’t drive today.

Instead, I worked the dinner services at The Theatre and spent the rest of my time doing things around here. I cleaned the floors which I’ve been wanting to do for about a week now. I did laundry. I got myself organized and planned and plotted for the coming week or so – my financial plans, my to-do lists, etc. I picked at little projects here and there.

This is my life. It doesn’t matter what I plan. It all seems to have a mind and will of its own. And, though it never goes right, it always work out.

Here’s how I know.

First, as I said, I managed to not only work all three things in this week but also get a lot of miscellaneous things taken care of. Then there was the financial aspect of it.

I started last week in the hole financially. I stayed in the hole most of the week and paid out a total of $64 in overdraft fees. Yet through all of that I managed to start this week just barely breaking even. I ended the week [technically] $32 behind. Now you may wonder, Fellow Travelers, how that sounds like a win. Let me tell you.

First, starting a week balanced and square means that I am starting the week behind. I spend my first couple of days just working to pay for the necessary whatnots like gas and groceries. Then I work towards bills. Then I fill in the gaps with what I can and must. If I am lucky, I end the week square once more.

So, to come into this week just barely balanced and end it – after all the twists and turns – only $32 behind…I can live with that. Here’s the thing. My budget for this week included two charges that don’t actually happen until tomorrow. However, I wanted to work towards them so that I didn’t spend all day tomorrow working only to have nothing left at the end of it. That’s $149 in charges and I am only $32 shy of that goal. I can live with that.

I also included those same two charges in my budget for this coming week. My budget for this coming week is extremely comfortable. I have laid out everything I can think of – bills, gas, groceries, whatnots [Such as air mattresses so the girls have someplace to sleep on Thanksgiving Eve.] As usual, I rounded up or budgeted a little high. Still, my daily Goal is very reachable. [And that Goal is also rounded up. I need less than what I am aiming for.] On top of all of that, I have a dinner service at The Theatre and a small payment coming from The College. Both of these are things I do not need to count towards my income budget and are; therefore, extra.

Also, technically I made my Goal. However, my week had to unexpected moments. First, I had to buy new fire starter gel for the pellet stove. I knew I was going to have to but I was trying to push it off just a few days longer. That was $10+. Then Friday night, when I was leaving The Theatre, my phone mount broke in the car. I can’t really work without it. Not safely anyway. So, out went another $18+. Right there I’m at $28-30 in added expenses.

It's a win and I’ll take it.

This is my life. A constant financial sliding puzzle. I am always moving the pieces about until I get a picture that works.

I still sit within this void of a living situation. Technically, I am homeless. A man without a country. However, I am blessed and fortunate enough to have friends like Brother John and Sister Jen who are allowing me to camp out at The Original Brother John’s...until it sells. Right now, that date is looming at [on or about] December 17th. After that, I do not know. But, then, that is so very far away and so much has been put before me that it is kind of pointless to even try to venture a guess.

In the meantime, here is where I can call home. Now, this is a gift and a blessing that can never truly be repaid nor properly given thanks. It’s just too big. It is too big of a gesture on their part and it has had too big of an impact on my life. How does one ever properly balance that?

Of course, there is the old standby – Pay It Forward. That’s kind of a foggy area. I give. It’s just who I am. Whether it is bending my schedule so that no one has to kill themselves being short staffed at The Theatre or giving my last $8 to some guy on a bike so he can put it towards buying a tent for he and his wife to sleep in until he has himself working steady again. I give.

I once had a woman in Las Vegas [who had, incidentally, only moments prior met me at the breakfast buffet] tell me that the reason I am blessed [and I am] is because I give out so much. I try. I give what I can when I can. I’m not patting myself on the back for it. It’s just who I am. It’s second nature. It’s not really a thing to me at all. Pay It Forward is sort of a moot point.

The next thing I can do is care for the home and property the best I can while I am here. I feel I’ve been doing that. I’ve been keeping it clean and comfortable. I’ve fixed or tweaked little things here and there along the way. I weeded flowerbeds. I haven’t mowed the lawn because I don’t have a lawn mower. I did, however, go out and buy a rake so I could clean up the leaves. I just don’t know yet how to get rid of them.

Beyond that, what I believe is the best thing I could do, is to just take advantage of all the opportunities that it presents to me. There are many opportunities.

First and foremost, the opportunity to live like a normal person – to eat and shower regularly, to move about and relax, to sleep on a mattress. In The Rocket I slept on a pile of blankets on a hard surface. When I wasn’t driving for work I was parked somewhere killing time – constantly sitting in the same place and position. I ate one meal a day and kept my stomach satisfied on snacks before then. I was able to shower every 2-4 days, depending on the week. Everything I wanted to do was a challenge – moving things, cleaning out the car, seeing the girls, giving someone a ride. I would literally have to flip my whole life around and then flip it back afterwards.

That brings me to the next opportunity – The chance to get my stuff organized and sorted. For almost 4 years the whole of my life has been a jumble. Everything got quickly shoved into The Cave the best I could. Then for three years all that stuff shifted about depending on where I was living and what I could manage. Sometimes I could take more with me. Very often I had to pare it down. So, my life became scattered to the four corners of The Cave. Little piles of moments strewn here and there.

I’m seeing the results of that in things like kitchenware. I found kitchenware in no less than four different boxes. Not all the boxes were full and those that were were not just kitchen stuff. I’ve found six different piles of spiritual supplies and tools. I have a collection of WTML costumes that I found in a total of four different boxes.

I have the opportunity to sort all of this stuff out. At The Cave I was just moving the same piles over and over and over again as I tried to make room to work and focus on certain areas and corners. In fact, I have a collection of miscellaneous boxes left to go through. They were all formed because it was random stuff that I hadn’t found boxes for yet. So, into a pile it all went. Several piles actually. I have the opportunity to sort it all out and gather it all together properly so I can store it properly.

Obviously, another opportunity I have is to spend good, quality time with The Princesses. I learned at The Nest just how important this time is to all three of us. It’s too important to not steal away a few dinners and an overnight visit while I’m here. It would be almost a sin not to.

Finally, I have the opportunity to expand my workload a little bit. I have been more focused with the driving. The Theatre has come back. The College has come back. I am working towards getting back to some retail merchandising.

All in all life is pretty good at the moment. Unfortunately, it all hinges on having a home. Where I am is only temporary and there is no clear indication of what is in store next.

This is my life. It is a constant jumble of which I can make no sense. There are no guarantees or certainties. Everything is temporary and fluid.

I’ve stopped trying to make sense of it. I’ve stopped wanting and chasing. October 5th was a game changer for me. It changed my perception of things. G-d has a Plan. I need to let him work it and do what I can to support it. [by working with what I am given.]

Right now, it is all of those things I have listed above. Plus, I have a host of WTML projects all going on at once. I don’t know how any of this gets me to my Goal.

But, this is my life.

It has been forged by many spiritual Principles, such as – Ask & It Is Given. I believe this with all of my heart and soul. I’ve seen it time and time again in my life. Sometimes it is the big things. But, more often than not, it has been found in the slightest of moments. The kind we might easily overlook. I have seen it work when the words were not a question or request but merely a statement. “I’d like such and such. I’d like to do this, find that.” And, then, KA-BAM. It is done. I have seen it work when it was all just thoughts in my head, ne’er a word spoken.

So, yes, Fellow Travelers, I tell you with everything that I hold sacred – Ask & It is Given. It happens every time, all the time. Whether we understand it or not, whether we see it or not, does not matter. It is a constant, natural law of The Universe. What You Put Out is What Comes Back.

I have put something out. I put it out some time ago. I have been working and striving and pushing to accomplish it…or at least come damn close. Nothing I have done has worked. I put it out and the response I got back was things like The Theatre, The College, organizing my stuff. I do not see how they accomplish anything for me, but thus far, they are the paths of least resistance. They happen easily and on their own.

My days have gone their own way to serve their own purposes and fulfill their own needs. I’ve struggled at times but overall I have managed. Yet, all along the way, everything that has needed to be done has been done. I cannot control the current, but if I follow the flow things seem to go OK. I can’t imagine how any of it gets me what I want, but it is all I have to go on.

This is my life.

It is What it is and me trying to make it something else has never done me a stitch of good.

It’s kind of funny, Fellow Travelers. We have been on this journey for so very long now, yet I feel as though it just beginning. I do not know what lies ahead. I don’t even have a guess. Life is on its own course and if I want to do any good by myself I need to stay out of its way.

I said that things were a little backwards this week. I did not begin with The Trinity. I have a collection of them this week. I have a collection of them every week. Most weeks, by writing time, I can barely recall one, let a lone pull three. Sometimes I can’t even remember them long enough to write them down. The moment comes. The moment goes. But, this week I have a collection. I did not label any of them as Theme, Lesson, or Observation. Each one could really have been any of the three. So, I will leave it up to you to decide. This is the inside of my mind from this past week.

This is my life.

Don’t Deal in Anger

This came by way of a test. I was going through this thing with Big ‘D.’ I was sending her texts all week asking about borrowing a vacuum and also getting into the top of the garage for some stuff. I was getting absolutely no response. Nothing. After a while, I could only imagine the worst. It would not have surprised me if she was ignoring my texts because they had gotten rid of the stuff in the garage. I hate to admit that, but it wouldn’t have. That is the kind of thing they have done all of my life. They have touched, and moved, and gotten rid of my stuff without ever a consideration of what they were doing or how it would impact me. I wrestled with this for most of the week. I told Cuddlebug that I get tired of being put in positions where I must muster up forgiveness and understanding.

She said, “dad, you’re allowed to be angry. You have every right.”

“Yeah, kiddo, I do. But, really, what good does anger do? It doesn’t change anything. It wouldn’t bring any of the stuff back. It wouldn’t affect them in any way. The only purpose anger serves is to weigh you down – force you into negativity and darkness.”

Bite your tongue. Swallow your words. Curb your emotions. Move through everything with peace and love. [To the best of your ability.]

I’m a Tad Cynical

Sad, but true. I tend to expect the worst from people. Such as the above example. I thought the worst. I thought them capable of the worst. [For the record, here is how that turned out – Cuddlebug finally texted Boom-Dee-Aye to ask if Big ‘D’s phone was broken or if she was ok. She said that I had been sending texts. Boom-Dee-Aye’s first response was to ask if I was talking about my grandmother. Eventually, she “checked mom’s phone” but there were no messages from me for over a week. Soon I would get a text that read, “test” and we have been texting back and forth ever since. I’m still not buying it.]

I have been being cynical in regards to the dishwasher. I’m not buying it. I would feel awful if he lost his father. I know that feeling. But, I spent too many years in management. I have heard the ‘loss in the family’ shpiel many, many times. Only once did it actually end with the person returning. I’m just not buying it.

I’m not Lonely

I really thought I was. I mean, how could I not be? LOL. But, I realized this week that I’m not. I don’t have time to be lonely. I am constantly doing something. If I’m not, that means I’m sleeping. I also don’t feel the emptiness we associate with loneliness. I feel whole, complete, content.

I’m High Maintenance

This is an unfortunate one. Not because it makes me sound like a spoiled diva, but because it can be difficult to maintain. I need a lot of rest. I need rest because when I am not resting I am very much on the go. I need my ritual soaks. The heal the body and the soul. I need to tend to my whims and wishes because they are what keep me able to do me.

It’s Only Money

What a novel notion. It is only money and that is all it is. It means nothing really. It has no weight. Sure it buys things. But so much of my life has been built on bartering or finding it along the way. I balance and juggle and manipulate. But, it’s only money. It is only a part of the mechanics of living and doing. It is not the whole machine. But, this came to me at The Theatre. It was a statement I made and quickly realized that I could take something from myself.

Lil Boss made a comment that when it came time for the money everyone just stopped clearing tables and disappeared. They were doing checks and payments and counting tips, I suppose. I said, “Why? It’s only money. It’s going to be the same at the end of the night as it is right this moment.” But, I realized that I do that every day. Every day I calculate and add and subtract. I do it several times a day depending on what I make and what I spend. Why? My day is going to be whatever it is. It is going to end however it ends. As long as I calculate at the end and have a plan for tomorrow I am golden. So why am I putting myself through that much stress? It’s Only Money.

Slow & Steady

I’ve mentioned several times how I feel like I have been pushing and striving so hard lately. I am constantly on the go with something and I take very little time for me. [Until recently.] I get up in the morning and I race out the door. I drive and then I race to whatever I am doing over my break. I race to get back on the road from that break [and task.] Then I race to whatever lies in the next break. Then back to driving. Then I race home. I race to get all of my administrative stuff done. I race to get ready for tomorrow. All of this racing has done absolutely nothing for me at all. It is only in the past two weeks, since I have slowed down, steadied my pace, balanced my load that I have begun to see improvements in my life. Slow and steady wins the race. The Tortoise and The Hare.

Overwhelmingly Grateful

I try to be grateful all the time. Admittedly, it is not always easy. I do need reminders every now and again. But, lately, I am just getting washed over with these waves of gratitude. Like my whole world stops and I just revel in the blessing that is life and living. I don’t know if I have better words for it. I’m not sure if those do it justice. I mean it is truly an overwhelming experience. It envelopes the whole of me. And it has been happening a lot.

Sometimes, It’s Okay for Things to be Messy

I don’t know if I used this one already. I know it has come up several times over the past few weeks. I just don’t know if it has come up when I was actually writing. I got this from a movie on Netflix, Meet Cute. It is a running Theme in the movie. I realized it was a Theme in my life as well. I like things to be neat and orderly and tidy. Whether it is my stuff or my finances or my schedule. I just like things to be in order. But, sometimes it is okay if they’re not. I mean, it’s going to happen sooner or later anyway. But it’s okay. The messes get cleaned up. Things get put back in place.

If you’re not already there, go to the Welcome to my Life Facebook page – WTML. Or the YouTube channel – WelcomeToMyLife08. You can also find me on Facebook under Rev. Matt.

Wherever you are and whenever you are – Like, Comment, and Share – we’re on a Journey and it takes you to get there.

So, without hesitation, for now and for always, from here in Geistopia, this is your beloved Rev…

WALT: And Walt…

DOC: Unt Doc…

JOHNNY: Aaaaand Johnny…

And those guys, saying, “Stay Tuned-In, Fellow Travelers,” and wishing you Peace, Love, Light…

WALT: And Freakishness, Baby.

The Totems & Archetypes

**from Ted Andrews’ Animal Speak**

Spider – Creativity and the Weaving of Fate

Maya, the weaver of illusion. Grandmother, link to the past and the future. Mysticism of the geometric form of the figure 8. Symbol of infinity. The Wheel of Life. Teaches you to maintain a balance – between past and future, physical and spiritual, male and female. Everything that you do now is weaving what you will encounter in the future. Rhythms. Creative sensibilities. The past always subtly influences the present and future. Spiral shape, the traditional form of creativity and development. We are the center of our own world. “Know thyself and you shall know the Universe.” Keepers and writers of our own destiny, weaving by our thoughts, feelings, and actions. The magic and energy of creation. Assertiveness of that creative force. , keeping the feminine energies of creation alive and strong. Links with the past and future. Are you moving toward a central goal or are you scattered and going in multiple directions? Is everything staying focused? Are you becoming too involved and/or self-absorbed? Are you focusing on others’ accomplishments and not your own? Are you developing resentment because of it – towards yourself or them? The teacher of language and the magic of writing. Death and rebirth. A lunar symbol. Maintain balance and polarity in all aspects of life. Through polarity and balance creativity is stimulated. A combination of gentleness and strength. Walk the threads between life and death – waking and sleeping – between the physical and the spiritual. How to express the creative energies. Don’t be afraid to employ it in seemingly inaccessible corners. Weave your creative threads in the dark and then, when the sun hits them, they will glisten with intricate beauty. Are you not weaving your dreams and imaginings into reality? Are you not using your creative opportunities? Are you feeling closed in or stuck as if in a web? Do you need to pay attention to your balance and where you are walking in life? Are others out of balance around you? Do you need to write? Are you inspired to write or draw and not following through? Remember that Spider is the keeper of the primordial alphabet. Teach how to use the written language with power and creativity so that your words weave a web around those who would read them.