Perspective is a fickle creature. If you are standing too close to something you can’t see what it is, its blurry and muddled, and to be honest rather ugly. It can give you a headache if you look at it that way for too long. Perspective is FAR to easy to lose, especially for someone who has a hard time holding on to things I can actually SEE. Even when you do find it, you can’t hold on to it for very long. No, it’s elusive. The Holy Grail, maybe, right perspective.
I see life that way. Is there ANYONE closer to my life than me? Anyone with a more myopic view? No. So, I am in the worst possible position to make calls on my own life. I’m too close to it. From my perspective its muddled and sometimes ugly, and when I look at it too long, it can give me a headache.
I quit…. For today…. Tomorrow I’ll probably tell you to butt out again, because by then I will have lost my perspective…. again… darn slippery little sucker!
Saturday night I couldn’t fall asleep. I put myself to bed at 9pm, hoping for a good long night sleep, so I could be good/fun Mommy the next day. I was tired Saturday, and not as much fun as I wanted to be with the boys, so I gave myself a stern talking too (read: wallowed in Mommy guilt) and put myself to bed early, with resolve to do better the next day.
My brain had other plans. Going on 48 hours now removed from the ‘episode’, as I’m now lovingly calling it, I have better perspective. However in it, I was convinced I was going crazy, that I was losing my mind. I’m learning slowly this is something the ‘Christian world’ likes to call a “Spiritual Attack”. (I like the single apostrophe quotes (I’m sure there is a real term for them, but I don’t know it), I think of myself doing ‘air quotes’ with my fingers when I type them out.) I put them around ‘Christian World’, because its a strange term to me, one I don’t know what to do with, so I call it out as someone else’s term…. Anyway… I seem to be having these a lot lately, “Spritual Attacks”, for those that got lost in my convoluted train of thought.
The Catholic world doesn’t talk about this, or at least they never did to me. In that world (for me), a good healthy dose of guilt just meant you were doing it right, being a martyr for the cause was smiled upon, and doing it in the most visible way possible was even better. Image was everything. Joy, peace, contentment, those things were considered Heavenly. I took that literally. Like, sure enjoy a brief experience of it here and there to wet your appetite and keep you committed to public martyrdom, but don’t expect to experience it for any length of sustained time here.
Yeah…. I might have had a teensy, tiny, little mis-understanding. You can understand the air quotes on ‘Christian world’ a bit better now. I’m gun shy of religious terms and religious people. I posted a Blog awhile back called “Love Wins”, after I read Rob Bells book. I said I liked it. I still do. In his book he asked a TON of questions, I’m not sure he directly answered even one…. I think that’s why I liked it. I have a TON of questions, and answers for none. When you find people that think like you, and I consider writing, to be thoughts out loud, it makes you feel a little less crazy. I don’t like feeling crazy. I also liked the book, because I’m in the camp that thinks its that simple. Love Wins. I’m not saying its easy, but when that’s all you have, you win. I think of it in the “Big Daddy” (movie quote) context. “I love you, and you, and you, and you (x 6.2 billion world pop)…. I win!”.
I’m learning so much, and growing so much, that I keep taking steps of faith… some may call it religion, but I’ll stick with faith. I keep coming back to church every Sunday, because it’s encouraging there, this talk of “On Earth as it is in Heaven”… who wouldn’t want that?