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8:38 am - Thurs 7.29.2010 (Since it covers part of what I wanted to write about, and since I'm lazy, the first part of this entry is the email I wrote Jane Z.) I start this email not knowing exactly how I feel...which I guess is better than earlier today, when my car stalled a couple times on the way to my WW meetings in Santa Monica, and again on the way back home (On the way back I was on the freeway; for some reason, I take surface streets to get TO the meetings, but the freeway going home). The car crapping out on me was much more upsetting than I let on in my email to Jane. I've started sweating my finances again, because my commercials haven't turned out to be the big money-makers I'd hoped they'd be, my two tv jobs in the first half of the year are seeming like ancient history, they're actually closing WW meetings here in LA (Because of low attendance), and things have been pretty quiet, acting-wise, since I got back from Michigan in June. So "an expensive car repair" is not on the list of "Things I'd Like In My Life" right now. But what can you do? To quote Socrates, "Shit happens". I have to eliminate from my fiscal thinking - from my thinking in general, really - the idea that "If absolutely nothing goes wrong, I'll be okay..."; that keeps me in a perpetual state of anxiety that something will go wrong...as things tend to do in this imperfect world we live in. Instead, I want to foster the idea that "If/when things go wrong, I'll be able to deal". And that's not an unrealistic, Pollyanna-ish thing to say; if I hadn't been able to "deal" when circumstances didn't go my way, I wouldn't be here today. I just have to remember that. I've been having a tough time emotionally. Not every single day, not every single minute...but a lot. It's a little more than just feeling "out-of-sorts" - more like feeling like crying a lot of the time, wondering "What's the point?", experiencing a rising panic over my future (Or lack of same), etc. And I'm feeling increasingly stuck and alone when I feel this way. And I've noticed that I've basically quit talking/writing about it - Maybe acknowledging feeling "bad", but not really letting on about just how bad "bad" is. Clearly, I've lived long enough to know that it's not "polite" to share feeling like shit with casual acquaintances - and that's mostly all I've got (On a day-to-day basis) but there should be some place where I feel free to be honest about where I'm at. Like group therapy perhaps? Or individual counseling? Or maybe in a journal? Well, in happy news, just got the results of my second urinalysis in the mail...and everything's fine. I think that's what I need to do when I've fallen into a serious funk - Check the "reality of my situation". The car thing isn't fun, and I'd prefer it not be happening, but it's not the end of the world. And my ever-present bundle of worries and things to feel sad about? Well, I can't say that they're ridiculous - I'm a single guy, pushing 50, with no family, no savings, and a very shaky source of income. there's reasonable concerns to be drawn from that set of facts - but in the here-and-now, which is pretty much all that I know I have, I'm okay. And on that upbeat (?) note, I'm going to hop in the shower (It's moving towards 10 am, and I told JS I'd pop by his office around 11:00). I think what's been bothering me lately is that I'm having a very hard time convincing myself "I'm going to be okay". And realistically, there's no way for me to know that I am. But I'm okay now. And that's going to have to be enough.
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