just a taste

i tend to live out loud. keeps me authentic. it’s a lot easier to falsify aspects of life when you keep them hidden. so don’t be shocked when i say on my blog (and thus on facebook) that i saw my therapist today.

i really love my rock star of a shrink, who i’ll call juana. she helped me acclimate post-africa as i tried to remember my identity, and as i tried to re-learn emotions. i think she did a pretty good job. we met regularly last summer.

and we met once in january, in a moment of freaking out over how awkward my new dating relationship was, which ended shortly after. (no worries).

but i hadn’t seen her since. it’s not that i haven’t had my ups and downs… i have. but i am a) extremely self aware, b) practical, and c) an external processor. meaning i walk into a counseling session knowing exactly how i feel, understanding why i feel that way, and i’ve likely processed it with several girlfriends.

the current downer: i’m lonely.

on one level, it’s absolutely ridiculous. i have the most amazing friends, and lots of ’em. my social calendar is full. my work is fulfilling. life is balanced. life is good. God is great.

on another level, it makes perfect sense. there’s an empty space, and it is what it is.

so when i told my boss i was in a funk (i mean, he’s a priest, i can tell him anything)… he responded, “when’s the last time you talked to juana?”

i said, “dude, i know why i’m lonely.”

at which point he laughed and said, “oh, you do?”

“fine,” i said.

and i called juana.

she pretty much said what i expected… i’m not in need of real “therapy” because it’s ok to feel lonely. it’s real. it’s part of life. i’m aware, i’m balanced, i’m good to go.

but she did say one thing that kinda stood out… this little nugget will somehow help me cope… though i don’t know how… i just know it will.

basically, i’ve opened myself up to loneliness. i’ve allowed myself to be open to love, i’ve put myself out there, i’ve been crushed and broken and hurt, but i’ve also opened a door that i could-not-would-not open this time last year.

in a sense, it’s a good thing.

you know when you’re not really hungry, but then somebody gives you a bite of a cookie, and then suddenly your stomach starts growling and you’re like, ‘when’s dinner?!”

well that’s where i am right now. i didn’t know i was hungry. i had a little taste of something good, and now i’m eager for the main course.

i’m hungry, but not starving. lonely, but not desperate.

and somehow, that little juana-ism is like the sherbet they serve between courses… a pallet-cleanser of sorts. so i share it with you, free of charge. but i recommend you back it up with a strong dose of self-care if you feel you’re in the same boat. laughter, prayer, exercise, acupuncture, short-term attainable goals, pedicures, mountains, dogs and best friends come to mind.

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6 thoughts on “just a taste

  1. Susan says:

    thanks for sharing…miss you. There is nothing I can say that will make you feel less lonely. Just keep being true to you. You are an incredible person and I know in time you won't be lonely anymore.

  2. Brookie says:

    Thanks for sharing your sherbet, DC. I miss you.

  3. This is my new favorite post of yours! I just teared up.:-)Thank you. I needed that.

  4. Lauren thanks for taking me along in your life and for always being open you are in my prayers and thoughts. I did DAR at MTI in august and it made me think of all my fellow mti-ers of two years ago.blessings pam

  5. carolanna says:

    so i’m not creeping Lauren, i promise – i just read your latest blog on the GTS stuff and a link to this blog from 2009 was at the bottom. it looked interesting, i’m avoiding editing a manuscript … so i read it. and i read it for a reason. thank you for sharing your heart six years ago, because i needed to read it today, needed to hear for this season. thank you.

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