The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than success, than what other people think or say or do.
It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company … a church … a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day.
We cannot change our past… we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude…
I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it. And so it is with you, we are in charge of our attitudes.
A few weeks ago I had a significant shift in my attitude and approach to dealing with my pain and loss. The way the day unfolded was a long serendipitous experience.
The lessons will last a lifetime.
My doctor’s approach of integrating therapy, storytelling, and meditation shifted my perspective on my life and my life with ©. Dr. Deb helped me in four hours finish what I’ve been working towards for eleven months. When I left the Doctor’s office I still loved © but I was free of any responsibility for her, trying to change her perception of me or Us, or any concern for her well-being.
Essentially, I let ©, my life with ©, and my dreams of a life with her go.
Later that night, © did me an unintended kindness.
In reality, it helped me move further down the path of loving her, but loving her from a distance. I’d rather be perceived as the Villian than be forever trapped by the unrealistic expectations of being the Hero. I’ve always tried to be the Hero – even if I had to lie, secret-keep, and manipulate to keep the armor.
C’s behavior answered questions I’ve struggled with from the beginning, allowing me to see her Ugly. Her behavior revealed a truth about our relationship: while we may have been “the cutest couple at summer camp,” I was blind to the rot that was underpinning our relationship anyway.
Don’t misunderstand, her Ugly was never a justification for my betrayal. I still believe that, unlike some couples where abuse and neglect feed justification for cheating, my behavior was purely driven by an immature pride to be everyone’s Hero, including K’s.
In truth, for better or worse, I would have stood in the fire I created for C and I, dealing with the damage. I really did believe in Us but as my doctor reminded me last night, “Sean you were never her priority. She told you her priorities: mother, painter, bohemian. You were a distant fourth. If you were more important she would have stood with you.”
In hindsight, I probably wasn’t fourth.
Regardless, that is not a criticism of ©, it is simply the Ugly, cold truth…and once again I’m reminded how I have romanticized Our relationship and loooooove…
Although I would still talk with her, I would never go back to the way it was. I certainly cannot go back to the way I was. Now, I am relieved to be free of the secrets and shame. I am relieved to be free of responsibility for C’s well-being, needs, and wants. I’m excited to no longer be guessing.
Now, instead of feeling as if there is an inferno raging across my life, I recognize the benefit of the fire for what it actually is: a controlled burn clearing the undergrowth that was choking out the light and nutrients needed for a healthy life and a relationship.
I realize, freed from the shadow of my secrets, that I have many excellent and desirable qualities, it is why © loved me. It is why K went to such lengths to keep me in her life.
I have great trees in the forest that is me, I have deep roots and a rich and diverse life. I am far more than the sum of my Ugly, but like everything else, you will only find what you are looking for…my shame and humiliation focused all my energy on the Ugly.
This fire cleared the way for me to see the forest for the trees. And revealed the truth of who I am. I’m eternally grateful to the pain and loss: from the nutrients of the ashes, something better is growing. The ash mixed with the bullshit of my behaviors is now fertilizer for the fields of my life. I will focus on, as Voltaire wrote, cultivating my garden.