Yin and Yin?
I can't remember the last time I had fun in life... and it's killing me.
When J. and I met, he was the serious one that worried about money and schedules and planning. I was always the comic relief, the yang to his yin, the smile to his frown. Now, nearly four years later, circumstances have aged us too quickly and left us feeling desperate and weakened by life's struggles. There's no time for anything but survival. No time for anything but getting by, doing what needs to be done, getting through the week, getting through the next to-do list, getting through the day, getting through the hour. October has been hell and November is already booked solid. Not one weekend to ourselves. Not one day of rest. No possibility of scheduling downtime because we need the money and the appointments we've scheduled in order to save our asses. I haven't seen my family in months and I haven't talked to any of my old friends in what seems like ages. My plantar fasciitis is worsening by the day and my feet are now turning purple after a twenty minute walk with the dog. I am having tension headaches steadily. I can't remember the last time I had a really good laugh.
J. looked at me tonight and said, "What's happened to you? This isn't you."
I shrugged and said, "There's no time for me anymore. There's too much to be done," then laid my head on the table and stared at the baskets full of fresh laundry.
He put his arms around me, sighed and said, "How could I have killed the one part of you that I love so much?"
I thought about it and realized I was too consumed with worry and anxiety about upcoming tasks to even care about what he had said. In truth? I am too tired to have realized that I died. It would require too much of my spirit and I'm just not sure I have enough of that to spare.