But at the same time, I know that easy does not mean better.
But at the same time, I cannot help but wish that things were easier. I find myself every day scaling back, minimizing, trying to make things as simple as possible. Because simple is easier.
I have issues, people. Issues I know should be buried underneath the hopes I have for my future. And underneath the happiness that sometimes settles down around my shoulders for hours at a time. And all my time is spent deliberating between how to think about myself, how I should draw this honest picture of myself. Should I be totally critical and lay everything out, scrubbing all my faults so desperately that I leave myself raw and exposed? Or should I give myself a bit of a break and let all the extenuating circumstances bear some of the responsibility? Balance would seem to be the answer here, because I can see that neither one will be very helpful without the other.
I desperately want to see myself clearly. I want to know which parts to chuck in the trash, which parts to salvage, and which bits to upgrade. But when I start taking inventory of my insides, I become so overwhelmed and I find so many things that disappoint me. And some things that scare me. And other things that delight me, but also cause me to feel guilty because I struggle to think that I find delightful things in myself. Is that allowed? (Yes, I think it's totally allowed... for other people. But I don't allow this for myself? How is that even fair?)
I'm struggling terribly with discipline in my everyday life. How hard is it to eat breakfast? How hard is it to review Korean vocabulary for a few minutes on the train ride home? How hard is it to put down the book, or the cookie, or turn off the computer and take a walk outside?
Very hard, it seems. Maybe I have too many goals, too many improvements I'm trying to make at one time. But I'm annoying the crap out of myself and the self-loathing is growing increasingly harder to ignore. I spend so much time alone, in my comfortable, dark little hole. I'm tired of me. I'm tired of trying to improve things, of trying to become things, and failing. I'm tired of wanting things. I'm tired of small fires burning, but never consuming anything. My passions have dwindled to sort of half-hearted wishes that seem like tiny dots on the horizon of my life. They are slowly fading, like the car of the person you love as they drive away. You follow it until they are a miniscule spot (or until they turn a corner).
I'm entirely dissatisfied with myself. I am constantly ready to berate myself, to scream and rant against my lethargy, my lack of enthusiasm, my all-out inability to discipline myself in the ways I want. But as soon as I catch my breath, I feel sorry for myself and all the excuses for the way I am build a strong case for patting myself on the back. I'm living in Korea. I have no social life outside of my boyfriend (who is FABULOUS and PERFECT and completely awesome in every way). I miss my friends. I miss talking books. I miss having good conversations over good coffee. I miss Kerri, Melanie, and my sister. I miss reading in silence in a room with someone I love. I miss Tariq. I miss my mom. I miss communicating easily with people. I miss a person being an opportunity. Here, a person is a closed door most of the time. I miss Carmen. I miss my Dad and his perfect machine-like ability to just do what he says he's going to do.
I am the worst version of myself right now. And all I can manage is this silly, vague, blog post about it. I'm writing instead of doing. Another excuse that so easily manages to get me out of anything, because writing is important, right? Writing is essential. (Even this sentence is a lie, as the last time I wrote was like a week ago and it was a stupid post about my stupid hair.)
What the crap, people. What the crap?
hey sweetie. sounds like a difficult time. You have culture shock. And it comes and goes in waves...when it springs up at you at 6 months in you don't think it can possibly still be culture shock but it is. I wish I could give you a big hug. Homesickness for me never quite goes away when I live abroad but rather becomes a kind of unwanted friend that pops out from time to time and I have to find a way to get him back in the box again. You will find a way through it all....but the Miss Fixit in me wants to help even though I can't really so all I can say is to drag your man off to one of these events http://www.adventurekorea.com/
ReplyDeleteand you will meet a bunch of westerners, some of who don't know anyone at all in korea and "voila" instant girly friends! I met some cool people on those trips..I reckon if you go through the really old photos you will see one of a very freaked out pajeon princess who had only been in the country 3 days! xx love and hugs
Cut yourself some slack woman! I know how you feel. I think most people can relate to being where you are at some point in their lives.
ReplyDeleteA few suggestions? Write your goals down. Have 1 goal a day, or 3 a week or 5 a month - or whatever works for you. And then focus on those few goals. Don't try to fix everything at once. And allow yourself to gloat about the things worth gloating about - it's ok.
And keep writing because it might, just MIGHT, help you sort through some things. Remember, we're here to listen (um, read?).
I miss you, too, and it sounds like we should Skype very soon. If I don't go to Memphis, maybe we can this weekend??
ReplyDeleteI don't find this blog post silly or vague. In fact, I can relate more than you know. (Especially the part about missing the familiarity of those you know, the ones you love and grew up with. I'm so there.)
ReplyDeleteI was going through my google reader, filtering through a bunch of unread entries, but this one completely caught my attention. Because, well, I get it. I totally do.
I'm currently in somewhat of a same spot. The whole "personal inventory" thing. And, really? That's the first step, my dear. I think that it's fantastic that you're even taking a step back and looking at yourself, and where you're at, and what you've done and what you could possibly change.
Take it a day at a time. That's what I've learned, as cliche as that sounds.
(And I do like the idea of having your goals listed out in front of you. I know that helps me.)
This is going to sound like a stupid man cliche question, but do you happen to have PMS right now? Because I swear I think/say/write the exact same stuff the week that the hormones go a little wacky. Word for word. If there's even a chance that it could be the crazy hormones talking, then give yourself a break. You're doing fine! You have a job, and a place to live, a wonderful boyfriend who loves you, and your health. Just for a week, let that be enough.
ReplyDeleteYou can self-improve next week. Not the end of the world if you take a night and just read in the bathtub.
And if you still feel this way next week, maybe get the hormones tested.