I revisited Brideshead Revisited last night and was struck, more deeply than usual, by Waugh’s opening line:
“Here, at the age of 39, I began to be old…”
Why did this opening line stand out? I’ve been trying to find the right quote, the right words to help me reflect on my current dip into anxiety after the vulnerability hangover took over a while back. It’s not letting up.
My body has rebelled, or more accurately, my chakras are screaming! Or even more accurately, or what comforts me to focus on, is that my sacral and throat chakras are in dire need of attention apparently!
My lower back was thrown out last Friday and refuses to ease. Ah, it’s the old dance injury, familiar worries about money, embracing transitions, change, re-experiencing triggers. And my old wound is acting up (an old left parotid gland/facial nerve tumor issue)- so scratching my left ear feels like I’m scratching my cheek. Running my tongue along my upper teeth on the left side, pausing at the missing tooth, is interpreted as my lower jaw. It’s all familiar. It’s nothing new. Benign. But important. Just old friends encouraging me to pay attention.
So why does the Waugh quote feel like the right words?
“Here, at the age of 39, I began to be old…”
What does it have to do with aches and pains and anxiety?
The quote brought me right back to my 39th birthday, when I began to be old. It was the turning point. I experienced an intense, earth-shattering betrayal. The wound was deep, great, painful. It was different from other losses and experiences. It attacked the very core where my innocent inner self was housed.
When a strong trigger strikes now, it opens that wound in the heart.
It’s a falling back into darkness. It’s the place I am forced to go, to huddle and shake and decide how to utilize this in my personal journey.
On my 39th birthday, truth came out and I was exposed.
Vulnerable, raw. I began to be old. Of course, so much more has happened before and since, but that experience stands out as the turning point into adulthood.
It fascinates me that as I look back on my journals and see where my anxiety/depression is at its height (or my energy at its lowest if you will)- it is after I have been exposed. Or am exposing myself to the world.
Risking. Risking failure. Thus the vulnerability hangover.
Recall posts:
ANX·I·E·TY /ANGˈZĪ-ITĒ/ August 20, 2011
DIH-PRESH-UHN November 13, 2011
We all struggle. And I send out love to all who are struggling right now.
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Thank you, Patti, for this one:
Thank you, Margot, for this one:
And so…
There, at the age of 39, I began to be old.
And I have journeyed through. I accept my struggles, accept that life is a rollercoaster of triggers and emotions. But I am HERE. Strong, vulnerable, able, fragile, triggered, achy, anxious, a woman trying her best, a very very human being.
What do I do with all this info, lessons, tools, self-care, evaluations, experiences, wisdom etc.?
Well, here, at the age of 53, I decide I am wise. And ready.
Yes, today is a new day. I’ll wrap up the old wounds. Lengthen my spine, listen to the birds, and revel in the theme of of this month [thepowerpath.com].
The robin brings a fresh new perspective to situations that are otherwise foggy and unclear. Try calling on robin energy for clarity when your judgement is clouded or when you need light shed on an issue.
The red robin reminds us it’s time to shake the sleepiness out of our head (both figuratively and literally), get alert, get moving, and start enjoying life! Spring has sprung, tides have turned, and no matter how crummy or grey our world has been it is time for new beginnings! Enjoy the bright road ahead because it’s only going to get brighter! [source]
