Finding value in others, in the challenge of strength training or marathon training; helping a friend; being there for my family, my adopted mother; holding on through the appearance of spousal blackness (coming closer and closer to getting ahead of it, but taking a whipping in the meantime – but more on that another day).
They have the ability to distract myself from, take myself away from the way I look, that ever-obsessive part of me.
Distracting the blackness? Probably. Crisis mode? Definitely.
The only problem with crisis mode is that if I stay in it too long, it will take away the parts of me that are loved. They will take me from the Don to the automaton. From inside the world to outside, from of the people to for the people, but not with the people.
I have seen that before, and it is ever-the-more precarious given my increased responsibility at work, at home, with my potential Masters, in the family, in my head.
I am scared that no one will be there. I am afraid there will be a repeat performance. I want more than anything to have more than just my beliefs, my faiths that it won’t be like that.
But it only takes once. It only takes one reinforcement of that belief, one glorious gloriousness to break through. Getting ahead of the blackness takes practice. In this case, practice makes perfect(ly imperfect).