I was washing the crock pot at the sink the other day. As usual I was hurried, frustrated that it was taking so long. All of the sudden I realized what I was doing: washing a crock pot. On my day off. With nothing to do all day. Why in the heck was I all bent out of shape? Then I realized that wait….this is my default setting. I am always anxious to get on to the next thing. Always doing a mental work up of a situation or event.
It came as a total shock to me that I am so anxious all the time. I had no idea. But as soon as I recognized it my whole self was like BUSTED!!!! And I had a good laugh at myself and adjusted the water temperature, added a dab more soap to make bubbles and took my time scrubbing up that pot.
I think it comes from living a childhood where my parents fought all the time. They started fighting when I was in mid fourth grade (when we moved to a place my mom quickly grew to hate from a place we all loved) until we moved away from that hated place the summer before my senior year of high school. I always wanted to be able to fix it, so I was always on edge- on the lookout for the solution that would make everyone happy and please not fight anymore. This is still me today- tensely watching for any sign of disruption or disturbance so I can prevent it from happening. But I didn’t know that until the other day when the crock pot showed me the light.
This makes it hard for me to get absorbed in things, or even lose track of time. It makes it hard to enjoy things because what if I start having fun and someone else isn’t and then they get upset and wreck it for everyone but if I was just watching I could have stopped it? It doesn’t make sense but these things often don’t. I can only start to make sense of them when they come out from under the bed and into the light. “Oh, here” say my brains. “Did you know that you do this?” “Oh” says me. “I didn’t but damn. That kind of explains a lot.”
So much of my “stuff” is from when I was a kid. It’s like I have all these loose ends that never got tied up. Slowly but surely I’m catching ends and wrapping things up. One thing I could never do when I was drinking was learn a lesson and then move on.
I don’t think much about sobriety anymore. It’s just something that I am. But without it these revelations wouldn’t happen. Because I’m sober I can now see that one of the reasons I drank was to sedate my anxiety. If I was wasted I couldn’t care less about what was going on, I didn’t have to worry if anyone was upset, or fighting, or not having fun. I really didn’t know if I was even having fun. I like the way these things pop up- unpredictable, any time, any where- and I learn something that is really totally true about me.