
Thank you, G

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I watched a short piece on YouTube this morning about boredom, which seems to be an endlessly common them throughout my life. The only time I wasn't constantly bored was when I was at Uni. I think the chap is some sort of yogi master - flowing robes and long beard, but he described boredom as being a sign that you're not on the right path, you're not fulfilling yourself or your potential. He talked about life being a constantly evolving process and about how human beings are designed to constantly change and grow and if we don't we become stuck, bored and dissatisfied. He talked about how we need to keep learning and pushing into new things.
It rang a bell with me and I've been thinking as the morning has gone on that I still really struggle with my feelings. I don't mean in the sense of emotions so much (although I struggle with that too) but in terms of what actually makes me feel good. It occured to me that I've spent so much of my life creating personalities to inhabit that I still don't really know what makes me feel good. I have images in my head of what I think will make me feel good and I endlessly write lists of things I ought to do in order to make me feel good. Then I blame not feeling good on either the list being wrong, or someone doing something that made everything go wrong, or not doing enough of the things on the list.
When I look back over my life I can see silent child, never speaking, never interacting. Then I can see primary school Tup, shy, quiet, bookish and even then reaching out to the kids that no-one liked and spending play times with two girls that were bullied a lot (one was from a traveller family and very overweight, the other was from a large, very religious and very poor single parent family; both were singled out and bullied constantly. Then I discovered that I could make people laugh and became the class clown, lost interest in school work, became very conscious of fitting in and being liked (and faced many, many rejections from groups of kids who just didn't want me in their clique).
Then came the drinking and sleeping around, still a young teenager at this stage, very closed off from reality but pretending I had lots of friends. Then drugs and that was a whole new level of getting out of it and random sexual encounters.
Then some bolt of lightening took me back to college and I became very bookish again, didn't care about my appearance, spent all my time reading and in the library (which I loved, I hasten to add).
Then tried for middle class grown up after graduating, fell pregnant due to old 'get drunk and shag anything' Tup resurfacing again and then as a single parent tried to be trendy mum, joining in with the middle classes mum, earth mother, career mother, single on benefits and I don't care mum, then forced into falsely accused of abuse and now struggling to cope with a disabled child mum. And since all of that happened with my boy I've tried to be perfect mum, don't let anyone in mum, keep away from the authorities mum. I've gone through spiritual phases, it's all about money phases, why bother let's have a drink phases and some quite puritianical kinds of phases as well. No wonder I'm so exhausted all the time.
So I need to work on what pushes my buttons and feels good. I went to the theatre last night with my friend and my son. That felt good. I loved being out, I loved being able to get dressed up, the show was amazing. This morning I watched some performance poetry on YouTube and my heart literally did flip flops so that is definitely something I need to get more into.
That's as far as I got. Sorry it's a bit rambly, just wanted to write it down here before it starts floating out of my head again.