This was one of those - thought I had found free bookshelves, but needed to pick them up. A combination of one friend with van and another who could drive came into focus, but got difficult. I knew in my heart of hearts I should let it go and go see The Muppets Movie with my friend Christian as planned...but No It was Too Important to Pass Up Free Bookshelves. The other friends involved were also extending themselves past their limits. And we all paid for this, the driving friend got the worst of it when she was driving her motorcycle to pick up the van and a car ran into her. She is OK, but her leg needs to be x-rayed. She insisted - in a way I know I would have done but nonetheless made me nervous - that she drive back to her house and go to a hospital close by. When she called me she was waiting in the ER and with another friend. She apologized to me over and over again. Even though that was absurd, I knew if I had been her, I would have done the same. It's psycho. She even wanted initially to drive the van to pick up the bookshelves, even though she was limping. I talked her out of that at least.
There are therefore no bookshelves in my house, which is not the issue at all here. The issue is: why did all three of us extend ourselves past what we knew we could do? I was exhausted even before this little misadventure, N with the van was supposed to be spending time with his partner and E was supposed to be having a leisurely time with friends at a dinner party. I know the answer, sort of, and will let those of you are also friends of Bill and Lois W figure it out all by yourselves. It's that driving force - that can drive you to succeed sometimes but mostly just drives you and in particular drives you mad. It comes stealthily in the guise of 'helping others' or 'this must get done' but it's a liar.
I came back home exhausted and insisted on unpacking more boxes, which is why I'm writing this at 2:50am. I can't let myself be human anymore than my other two friends can. It is in fact a disease.
On the bright side, I only have 11 boxes left on the floor (a few are already in closet). And only 8 are unopened. There will be space in closet and such for most of the rest of stuff but wanted books out. We'll see. I imagine somehow more bookshelves will appear on the island of Manhattan.
OK, I am beyond toast now, so signing off.
I am grateful beyond measure for my lovely friends and hope we all finally learn to take care of ourselves. I think I know my New Year's resolution now, and it will have something to do with putting myself first - finally. It's always the better way - ironically enough for everyone involved. Because when I overstretch Everyone Pays at some point...But even writing it 'putting myself first' I hear the voice of my psycho babysitter telling me I'm selfish, my angry grandmother saying the same and my angry first step-father. Basically the whack jobs of my childhood. So, like, consider the source.
I want to schedule some time at Kripalu, a lovely yoga retreat, maybe at the beginning of the year, to launch this and also to be there on or around the anniversary of my father's death, which is Jan. 7. Please root for me that I manage to do this rather than listening to all the specious objections in my head.
Welcome to my blog..
"We struggle with dream figures and our blows fall on living faces." Maurice Merleau-Ponty
I am now transitioning into being married again with a new surname (Barclay-Morton). John is transitioning from Canada to NYC and as of June 2014 has a green card. So transition continues, but now from sad to happy, from loss to love...from a sense of alienation to a sense of being at home in the world.
As of September 2013 I started teaching writing as an adjunct professor at Fordham University, which I have discovered I love with an almost irrational passion. While was blessed for the opportunity, after four years of being an adjunct, the lack of pay combined with heavy work load stopped working, so have transferred this teaching passion to private workshops in NYC and working with writers one on one, which I adore. I will die a happy person if I never have to grade an assignment ever again. As of 2018, I also started leading writing retreats to my beloved Orkney Islands. If you ever want two weeks that will restore your soul and give you time and space to write, get in touch. I am leading two retreats this year in July and September.
I worked full time on the book thanks to a successful crowd-funding campaign in May 2014 and completed it at two residencies at Vermont Studio Center and Wisdom House in summer 2015. I have done some revisions and am shopping it around to agents and publishers now, along with a new book recently completed.
I now work full-time as a freelance writer, writing workshop leader, coach, editor and writing retreat leader. Contact me if you are interested in any of these services.
Not sure when transition ends, if it ever does. As the saying goes, the only difference between a sad ending and a happy ending is where you stop rolling the film.
For professional information, publications, etc., go to my linked in profile and website for Barclay Morton Editorial & Design. My Twitter account is @wilhelminapitfa. You can find me on Facebook under my full name Julia Lee Barclay-Morton. More about my grandmothers' book: The Amazing True Imaginary Autobiography of Dick & Jani
In 2017, I launched a website Our Grandmothers, Our Selves, which has stories about many people's grandmothers. Please check it out. You can also contact me through that site.
In May, I directed my newest play, On the edge of/a cure, and have finally updated my publications list, which now includes an award-winning chapbook of my short-story White shoe lady, which you can find on the sidebar. I also have become a certified yoga instructor in the Kripalu lineage. What a year!
And FINALLY, I have created a website, which I hope you will visit, The Unadapted Ones. I will keep this blog site up, since it is a record of over 8 years of my life, but will eventually be blogging more at the website, so if you want to know what I am up to with my writing, teaching, retreats and so on, the site is the place to check (and to subscribe for updates). After eight years I realized, no, I'm never turning into One Thing. So The Unadapted Ones embraces the multiplicity that comprises whomever I am, which seems to always be shifting. That may in fact be reality for everyone, but will speak for myself here. So, do visit there and thanks for coming here, too. Glad to meet you on the journey...
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As you were going to sleep, I was up at 5am, driven by a work project that required my attention. The tyrannical voice that insisted the task had to be done now, perfectly and with the expectation that generous praise would be lavished in my direction. All was done by 10.30 but the cost? Your blog reassured me across the miles that we are never alone. Catherine x
ReplyDeleteI hear that...both the tyrant and how lucky we are that we don't have to be alone with any of this. The saving grace. Miss you and hope you and Hilary are very well and have a lovely holiday. Restful maybe even...serene? Let's see if we can do it!
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