Posted in Musings and Mutterings

The Art of Miscommunication

What are the hallmarks of a good conversation?

Two people who are truly interested in what the other has to say? Each feeling as though the other has been “heard”? The ability for one to ask a question of the other without the other feeling questioned (attacked)? An experience where both people contributed thoughts, feeling, opinions and ideas freely and openly without fearing that what they’ve said is “wrong”?

If you think that’s the right track, I agree.

But that’s not what’s been going on around my house, even though both of us would like it to be.

In my house there’s been lies which broke trust. There’s been repeated betrayal, which caused suspicion. There’s been assumptions, which lead to the breakdown of communication and the ability for someone else to hear those problems and slide right in to fill the spot.

BTW-intentional or not, that was awfully shitty of you, Theresa Cesario. You may want to refer to the above paragraph about how to have a good conversation and see if you can talk to your husband Craig, instead of mine.

The thing is, there’s also love. There’s true love in my house. Not the false love of a temporary relationship. I know my husband loves me. How? He’s willing to look at himself and be honest about his choices. He’s willing to look to see if the feelings he thought he felt are true. He’s willing to look at the story he was telling himself and realize that much of it was conjecture and ego.

I think we’ve had miscommunication because we are both insanely concerned with not harming the other. We’ve both been walking on eggshells to not “set the other one off”. Today we had a difficult but good conversation and I’m proud of the way he took a step back and looked at things and chose to not be defensive and close down. I’m also proud of the way he’s opening up to tell me more than just how work went and having a “surface” conversation. I think he’s an amazingly bright person and learning how his mind works has always been interesting to me.

I got something in my email today that said you need to act as though you are already where you want, not as if you will eventually be where you want.

Let that sink in. I’m going to.

Posted in Musings and Mutterings

Hate Love Affair

I hate sitting unproductively, staring at televised sporting events.

I love that an opossum waddled out into the road and because there isn’t much traffic out here, I could slow down and allow him to “notice” my car and hasten his waddle to the other side. So cute!

I hate clutter, which accumulates more clutter.

I love filing things away and thinking of new ways to store information.

I hate that I can’t wrap my head around what to keep and what not to keep on my computer.

I love being able to look at my, and others, pictures.

I hate that there are people who are rude, manipulative and mean, and who lie and who tell you they’ll be there and then aren’t.

I love that I don’t have any of that kind of people in my life anymore.

I hate dreaming about a living blood covered goat being served on a crust, and eaten, like a pizza.

I love that I remember my dreams.

I hate feeling like I’ve spun my wheels to achieve completion on projects for work with no tangible amount of work getting done and multiple interruptions.

I love that I work from home most of the time and that when I do have to go to a campus for rehearsals, the people are awesome to be with.

I love music. I love the color yellow. I love to travel and see new things. I love to read. I love to write. I love to take walks. I love to look at things from a fresh perspective. I love a good night’s sleep. I love fresh sheets. I love my pellet stoves. (yeeha! we are toasty warm) I love that I have an irreverent and wacky take on life.

I hate stinkbugs.

I love Mike, the terminator, who eats stinkbugs.