It has been a bit of a roller coaster week, which apparently exhausted me physically as well as mentally. I slept 12 hours last night, waking about 1230p this afternoon. The few hours of daylight before the rains set in were kept busy getting things done to my car that cold weather has had me procrastinating. Needless to say, it was the first day since starting The Artist's Way on the 7th that I've not gotten my morning pages done.
Those are actually the easiest parts of that shadow work. It is the weekly tasks that are the most soul-searching and pain-revealing. As I dig deeper into some of my childhood, I'm quite often shocked by what memories and feelings surface. For example, last week I realized an event I had glossed over to be a weekend of meeting some British sailors, and touring a British aircraft carrier when I was 16 was actually something more. My stepfather had met them while he was out at a bar one night, and about 12 of them later spent a weekend at our house after a day of drinking. What I had blocked was actually an event where I was molested by two of the men. It was quite a surprise to look back at what happened with older eyes and see it for what it really was. I realize now that it subconsciously shaped many of my choices in the future, and what I thought "being liked" was. I also realized that the conscious action of not saying something to my mother, or stepfather, may have been self-preservation and to protect the very men who had molested me from my stepfather's temper.
I start my new position at work this coming Monday, and I'm looking forward to the change of pace. I will have to freshen up my Nancy Drew hat since I will be working on issues getting providers' claims and authorizations processed. It will be similar to the work I've done in the past and I'm looking forward to it. Sunday's project will be to get my office and desk in order ... but first my morning pages, and a Spirit Jam session with Colette Barnes-Reid.
Wishing you a creative and prosperous week ... π Ci