I've settled down in my home once more. The other day I cleaned, from top to bottom, or at least, whatever I could see. A pink and white checked tablecloth is on my dining table, giving it the air of something that belongs in a French bistro or something. Or so I tell myself. It's been a while since I was at a French bistro. The other day, tired and bored and blue, I ordered a hair iron off Flipkart and that's become my new hobby--hair ironing. Does this all sound very dull? I suppose it is, any activity that doesn't involve anything but yourself is quite dull to read about, but it gives me a certain feeling of nesting, as it were. I feel settled. I feel at home. This week, I spent making phone calls to friends I hadn't seen in weeks and I tried to meet as many as I could. This week, I bought vegetables, and rinsed out my wine glasses. This week, I organised my cupboards, and hung my dresses up. This week, I run on single drinks and allergy medication, and I sniffle and fill up the fuel tank of my car in preparation for all the evenings I'm sure I'll have.
Basically, what I'm trying to explain is, that inside me, where chaos has always reigned, is a new era of calm and contentment. I am who I am, and that's what I am. For better or for worse. Often, last year, and for a few years before that, I found myself wondering if I'd be friends with me, if I knew me. And often, the answer wasn't yes. I didn't know, you see. I didn't know if I'd be friends with me, because ultimately, I didn't know who 'me' was. I knew, okay, I knew the basic stuff. Hates ketchup. Loves kindness. Tends to get weepy during her period. But that's easy. I could give you a list like that, and you'd know me inside out. And when friends said something like, "oh, I think you're so __" I'd have to stop a second and look at them. Really? Was that who I was? But how could I be that and not Friend B's description of me as a "___"? How could I be both?
This year, though, I feel... okay, this is weird, so bear with me. I feel ready. I'm not sure what I'm ready for, it's not like some big life changing event is looming over my head. Nothing is happening, which means everything is happening. But I think I will recognise the circumstances I'm meant to be ready for when they come along. I have the answer, but not the question, and so on.
All this calm and contentment doesn't mean I'm all zen, by the way. But it does mean when I have a mini meltdown, I'm able to pinpoint where it's coming from and what I'm doing in the situation and basically, I'm very well informed about what's going on in my own head. Off with you, confusion! I know pretty much always what my motives are, and when I get confused, I'm able to say I'm confused! Isn't that awesome? I think it's awesome. Maybe in ten years I'll be able to isolate cause from effect and be super zen and never lose my shit again, but for now, I'll take what I can get. Self awareness is a very self-help book thingummy, but it's a cool place to be. I highly recommend it.