A couple of things have transpired
recently that got my mind thinking and well, you know me? I need to put
it down on paper to think thru my thoughts. First it was an awareness of
people around me and what I see defines them as a person. Secondly, it was the
person who talked to me about love and Lastly, it was speaking to a group of
people about what’s truly important.
There are so many things up there in
our head. Look, you’ve already forgotten when you were born and how
midnight-dark it was at 5:00 p.m. and what it felt like—if it felt like
anything—to come into the world alone and afraid as a screaming monkey. (ha ha)
You forgot how you learned to crawl on a hardwood floor on the Southside of
town and the night your sister was born, as if she magically appeared one
morning like a bowl of cereal would on the counter. You’ve forgotten the yellow
plastic on the chairs in your kitchen and how your thighs stuck to them when it
was humid and how the backyard looked overgrown. You’ve forgotten when
you climbed the dresser and it fell on you and how you wondered if you and your
childhood friend were dead and, if you were, it wasn’t so bad, was it?
You’ve forgotten the way your
father’s shirts smelled and the first boyfriend or girlfriend, the first kiss,
your first dance. You’ve forgotten sleeping at your grandmother’s before she
went to the nursing home and how you slept on the old sofa bed, lumpy and
flowery smelling, and how you thought that must be how everything ended up
eventually.
What
we forget is so great compared to what we remember that I think there must be a
holding room somewhere where it all waits to be needed.
If we remembered every detail and
every heartbreak, we’d literally be walking around comatose, afraid to touch
door handles and tabletops, as if they’d explode in our palms.
If we remembered every pain our body
has known, we might never get up off the sofa and, then, what would become of
love? It would wither away in some corner,
and, eventually, it too would forget its own genesis.
We
think that what we remember tells so much about who we are. I sit down at my
computer to write, and I beg my brain to go back in time and relive things for
me since I don’t journal or write anything down. What can you tell me
about who I am?
I know there’s things in that
holding room that offer solace and things that, when you call for them, shake
with the joy of being picked. Me? You really want me? As if
they were the last to be picked for the team and were so grateful just to not
be left out again. You beckon those things in that waiting room, and, all of a
sudden, it’s as if they were there all along, as if you never forgot what it
felt like to be that carefree kid.
The rooms that hold the parts of us
we don’t need or want. The rooms that house our hurts and losses and never
agains are right up against the ones that hold what we said this morning
and what we ate for dinner, they hold last week’s date or that glass of wine
with a friend.
There’s much to support the fact
that forgetting is essential to our peace of mind and to memory itself.
How can we create space for new
memories if we never forget anything?
It’s like a picture that you’ve had
sitting in the window by the sun for too long. One day you look, and the
picture is faded, and no matter how hard you try, you can’t make out who the
person on the end is although, at one point in time, you are sure you must have
held their hand and loved them. How does that happen? It happens. We can’t hold onto everyone and
everything.
I’m blessed with several friendships for over twenty-five years. At one point in time, these friendships were fresh and brick-solid, full of face time and handwritten letters. Things like children and careers and distance factor in, as well as the fact that who knows if we would’ve been friends if we had met at thirty instead of ten years old, or at 30 instead of 50. Sometimes, I get panicky and most often want to protect these friendships, as if by not being able to maintain them over time, I am somehow a lesser human. I have somehow failed. Yet I continue to try to hold on even though it is one-sided. Why? Because “Relationship” defines me!
The fact is, you can’t hold onto all
of it. There’s a dinghy, and you have to choose what you don’t want
to drown you. If you try and hold onto all of it, that’s exactly what
happens. It swallows you, and you can’t maintain any relationship.
When I start to feel badly that I
don’t have room for anymore, I like to remember the holding room and that they’re all there. Somewhere. I try to do so
much. I keep thinking that everything can fit. That if I stuff one more sweater
in the suitcase, it won’t make a difference. I try and sneak in as many things
as possible until I get told that I have to check the luggage. Check the
luggage and place it in the holding room.
What
is the holding room? It’s the place where we keep what
we don’t have room for at the moment.
Remember “layaway plans” at
department stores? I’m dating myself, but when I was a kid, places like Kmart
had something called a “layaway plan” where you’d put all your stuff that you
wanted to buy on hold and pay for it in increments. When you finally paid it
off, you could take your stuff home.
I think sometimes people would take
so long to pay off their stuff on layaway that, by the time they were halfway
through, they wouldn’t even want them anymore. Those jackets? So last
season! The pants? I hate them now. The sheets? We
got a bigger bed. I think that’s what happens to the “givers”. I have to put relationships on hold so I can
truly decide if I want to remember them anymore.
Close your eyes. Imagine yourself in
that room. If I count to twenty, quietly, here at my desk, I will have picked
up exactly which things I want to remember, which things I want to take off
layaway, which things I want to carry through my life and who I want to hold in
my arms.
People. We’re funny like that.
Always shifting and moving and changing and going from one pleasure to the
next, one body to another. It’s what we’ve done since the beginning of time,
and it’s what we will probably all do until we die. We want to take it all with
us from one place to the next, but, in the meantime, we drop things all over
the place because our arms are only so big. But because it was too much,
because you didn’t nurture what was important, neglect set in.
We wake up and say Where did it all go? I had it
right here! I had it right in my arm, right in my heart.
Because
I have great relationships in my life, full of love, I often hear the voice of
reason: So this week I heard from a special
man who sat me down and said, “You can’t take it all and do it all and remember
it all and be it all.”
I
WAS REMINDED, I have a layaway plan and so much
of what I thought was lost has been there all along, right next to the sound of
my daddy’s voice, and the things he taught me.
The things I want to remember?
They’re there. OR they’ll wait for me. It’s up to me what I want to dig out and
live with. It’s up to me what I take away from layaway. It’s up to me what I take
on.
What you forget does not define you.
Neither does what you remember. In fact, nothing defines you, unless you let
it. Not one relationship, not one
mistake, not one accolade, not one job, not one award, not one thing defines
you. Nothing can define you. Unless you
say it does.
If you let your job be more
important than relationships, then you let your job define you. Your job can’t comfort you at night. If you let material things become your primary
focus, then you let “things” define you as a person! Life becomes about what you have.
I’m getting better at putting
one-sided relationships in that room, to make room for the relationships and
love that is nurtured on both sides. It’s
not easy for me, but I’ve come to realize it’s healthy for me to let go. If you don’t let go of the side of the pool
you’ll never learn to swim. If you don’t put down all the packages you
are carrying, you cannot pick up anything new. Letting go is the hardest
part of change. It is also the most liberating.
Once you let go of
something, once you are free of the back and forth considerations of when and
how and if to let go, you are free to focus on the path ahead. You are
free to tune into the rising energy of the day and let it take you where it
will. A load is lifted. You can stand tall. You can walk freely. A
new adventure begins because you have finally let go.
Small or large –
just let something go. I noticed how hard this was because it felt so big. This
week I honored my own timing. I’ve changed my focus and am looking the
direction I want to go next. I take with me only what I need to reach
that destination. I’m leaving the rest behind. You are becoming the voice
of my past. It doesn’t mean I don’t
love you, but it does mean I value who I am.
My relationships define who I am, the effort you do or do not put into
it defines you. Time to continue to be
June and live life, no holding back!
I’m proud to be so
loved and to love back with all that I am, I’m proud that relationship with
people defines my caring heart and I’m proud that I had a father who taught me
about GOD, about faith, about love and about HEART!
From my heart to
yours, Junann Smith (6-2-2017)
