"The Universe does not play dice...; It plays an ineffable game of It's own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of the players, (ie everybody), to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.”
Massive humongous infinite stakes with blank cards in a dark room with that's blanketed in mystery and confusion. YAY for CONFUSION! But sometimes the Universe is nice and sends you a clue. By smacking you in the face with a "THIS IS WHAT YOU NEED TO DO" hand - that's loaded with uranium and hurts like a son-of-a-bitch. Sometimes the universe slaps other people in the face. Regardless of who's bitchslapped, if I'm in the nearby vicinity, I get a taste of the backhand on the way back around.
There's been some bitch-slapping backhanding lately, but in wonderfully funny ironic manners. I was talking to a friend of mine about the whirlwind of emotions that center on the "I don't know what to do, or what's right" feelings. Of feeling insecure and unsure of where you need to go or what choices to make that almost cripples you in the hurricane of confusion that overwhelms. Til you get to a point where you just want to call up the universe and ask pretty pretty pretty please to simply give you a big flashy "This is the right choice" sign surrounded by glitter so it catches your eye.
We kept on talking and I had this "Look, Here's The Answer" thought.
And then I stopped.
Because I was about to give them the advice I need to follow the most.
Look at the facts, look at your emotions. Make a decision about the course of your life (yes, this is scary) and then realize that decision is based in the fundamental essence of who you are. This foundation of the every existence of your being and all the experiences you've accumulated. You're drawing on decades of information, years of personal development, and a knowledge pool that's not so shabby and really nothing to laugh at. So your foundation on which you make that decision is freaking strong. So make the decision and HAVE FAITH and BELIEVE that you're making the best decision.
Because let's face it. Let's "break it down" (Cause I LOVE breaking things down). If I could marry a punctuation group, item, it would be bullet points. They've never failed me yet. You have three options when making decisions (or not) - you can:
1. Make a Decision and Believe in It
2. Live in a tortured existence of indecision and insecurity waffling back and forth about what you think is right and what other people tell you is right and what you think other people think is right. What I call the "if you look at it from the other side" syndrome. There's a million other sides. You can look at them for ages and go blind. And in fact, will go blind. With confusion and indecision. It will wear down the core of who you are when you second-triple-quadruple-then go back to the second guess and decide to move on the quadruple guessing yourself again-ness. It sucks. And it doesn't result in any progress.
3. Let other people decide your course and decisions in life.
For the majority of my decisions, I live in #1 world.
I mean, I AM bad ass mamojamma. I don't take no crap from no one. I'm as strong as an ox. As wild as a tiger. As subtle as a sledgehammer. I am an amazing person who holds her own. Outside influences don't really affect me unless I think they provide useful perspective or information. The stuff that bothers most people? Don't really touch me.
Crazy homeless guy who yells at me and my partner walking down the street, calling us bigoted racists lesbian blah blah blah?? Not a thang at all. I told my partner it's like someone yelling out at me that I'm a small giraffe in a top hat. It means nothing. Someone doesn't like my lifestyle?
But then. OH but then. The IDEA of standing up and choosing my needs and wants over others comes up. And then I am terrified. Granted, given my past history, this is understandable. Bad things have happened to those around me when I stood up for my needs and wants. People died. Now, I know they died not because I stood up for myself, but because they had issues. But in my brain my needs/wants over others = horrible icky things. BADNESS incarnate.
This is when I start swirling into the vortex of #2 and cannot find a foothold. It really upsets me, because #2 isn't productive. It's useless and counter productive. Where did this amazing strong vibrant woman go? Cause frankly, it's at times like these that all I can see is the tiny child that curls up in the back of the closet. And I don't want her running my life.
But finding that strength of character, those brass balls of "YES, this is what I NEED. This is what I WANT. And it's IMPORTANT enough for me to stand up for it." is somehow one of the most difficult things I've come up against. I know I have them somewhere, I AMANDAZON, I've got gumption, I own my own pair of cajones - and they're made of titanium. I've got character, and bad-ass-ness that stems from the roots of my essence of awesome. But coming to making major life decisions about what I want and need? I turn into a wet noodle that can't decide whether its overcooked or squished out.
And that's where my insight ends. I know the situation - which is progress. But I don't know whether I just need to balls up and risk the jump to -
So I'm sitting here in the pitch black room, playing my blank cards, guessing at the rules. Hoping the Universe that's sitting across the table won
't smack me upside the head again, maybe this time it'll throw me a bone (or a neon flashing sign - seriously I would be SO grateful) and help me figure out which choice to make, or where to go.
I have a sinking suspicion however, that this whole 'figuring it out' thing, is the lesson I'm really supposed to be learning.