I truly appreciate all the advice. Thank you (collectively). Lots to ponder. Now I’m concerned about my general go-it-alone attitude getting in my own way. But I don’t know how to overcome it. I feel more clarity than I have in, idk, about 20 years. It’s difficult to accept that I have to entirely deconstruct myself. I like, or at least accept, some things about me. And I know what I dislike and want to work on (I’m trying to do that with weekly appointments with my Psychologist).
Ironically, the “personal statement” I wrote for my law school application was about the value of humility as revealed through E.B. White’s “Charlotte’s Web.” Talking about concepts is a lot easier than doing, though. I still catch myself being judgy for no particular reason, even though I know conceptually that I’m no different, no better, and no worse than the next person. I also worry that this means I haven’t truly committed, even though I’ve managed thus far.
I have these fragments floating around in my mind, and this passage from a T.S. Eliot poem keeps recurring. It bothers me because it resonates, yet he remained deeply unhappy until his death.
So here I am, in the middle way, having had twenty years—
Twenty years largely wasted, the years of l’entre deux guerres
Trying to use words, and every attempt
Is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure
Because one has only learnt to get the better of words
For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which
One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture
Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate
With shabby equipment always deteriorating
In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
Undisciplined squads of emotion. And what there is to conquer
By strength and submission, has already been discovered
Once or twice, or several times, by men whom one cannot hope
To emulate—but there is no competition—
There is only the fight to recover what has been lost
And found and lost again and again: and now, under conditions
That seem unpropitious. But perhaps neither gain nor loss.
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
My last note of worry (have you noticed I worry a lot?) is that I question whether I–me, this individual–am capable of arriving at some grand conclusion after doing the work. I’m constantly arguing with myself (I never win). For now, I’m just getting by on having a desire not to drink again for the rest of my life, but I know myself too well, and I’m concerned that I will talk myself into accepting the inevitable with a smirk and a head shake.
On a happier note, I went to a concert tonight and kept the faith. Felt proud of myself for doing so.