She sent me a message that said she doesn’t know how I keep all of my sh*t together and that she’s happy for me and envious at the same time.
She’s always wanted a baby and she figured by the age of 32 she’d be married with three kids. She’s now considering that her vision might not be in the cards for her.
My response moved through my fingers as if someone else had taken over:
I never wanted this. I never expected it. I was trying to survive my whole life, I wasn’t thinking of one day when I’d grow up and get married and have kids with a white picket fence. I thought I’d be dead by the time I was 17. When I made it to 18 I figured I’d better start creating something.
I think it comes easier for me to fill up on amazing things because I never had any preconceived notion of how or that they would come in the first place. I never tainted all of the avenues in which they could come by being so attached to how it looked that I shut down other possibilities. I knew how I wanted to feel, and I kept feeling…that.
I often say that I’d never let my love (for one person) stand in the way of my lifestyle. I’d always choose feeling “happy” over feeling “love” if the love was madness. This notion actually adds to the extent of which I’m capable of loving because it’s free love, it is a choice. I want to be there.
So often I see people choosing “love” over “happiness” as if they’re stuck in love. They are often the same people that fall in love but have trouble staying in love.
Clients come in with a story that’s already embedded in every one of their neuro-pathways that “this is how a relationship should be” or “this is what is true about relationships” or “I’m in this relationship but can’t accept this, this, and this, about it.”
To my demise and benefit, I didn’t have examples of the kind of relationship that I would want, so I never got stuck on needing to have one. I never had childhood day dreams of growing up and being a mother, or wearing a wedding dress. I never considered what kind of work I would do or where I would go.
What I’m proposing is a bit like the monkey trap. Monkeys are captured in India through a bottle that is big enough to fit their hand in and out of, with a banana placed inside. The monkey is so consumed by having the goods inside of the bottle that before a capturer comes to throw a bag over its head, the monkey does not release the banana even though he’s terrified he’s about to get captured. The hole is large enough for the monkey’s hand, but not large enough for his hand and the banana together. The monkey gives up his life for the sake of hanging on to this stupid banana when if he’d just let go, he’d be free.
That banana is emblematic of the projections I see so many people hanging onto about what their life “should” look like.
“My relationship should look like this so I’m failing to enjoy the relationships I’m in”.
“I should have kids by this time so I’m using my energy to be envious.”
“I should have a nicer home by now, so I can’t stand to come to my own sanctuary every day.”
The list is endless—and it’s all just bananas.
That monkey could go into the wilderness and get a better banana, for free, maybe even with enough to go around, but he can’t let go of his attachment to getting this one banana. Beyond the attachment to the banana itself, he can’t let go of what he needs to do to get the banana he wants.