There's always a trigger. A putting a name to a thought.
The destructive chaos of the past week has left me wanting to only sit in a corner. Feeling lonely and out of control and mad. Mad at those who believe they know me, who've undeservedly caught a glimpse at our life. I've allowed it, and I am ashamed.
But I am smarter than I remember, some days. And in the white noise tonight I found the name.
In the loneliness of our life, we seek energy from the outside. I seek energy from the outside. Naturally I am an introvert. I process internally, gather energy from being alone, crave quiet time, and tolerate only small doses of highly social situations.
But life has happened, hurt has happened. I've allowed myself to develop an external locus of identity.
And I've lost a certain level of control.
Interesting, then. People can be selfish and presumptuous and arrogant. But what satan means for evil, God will use for good I believe. There's always the inciting incident.
Now it's time to regain control. To draw back in, without withdrawing. To create in this new home a safe place and also allow myself room to grow.
Regaining, repositioning, recollecting a locus of control. Others have influenced, swayed, contributed far too much. Too much has been lost and there's so much space to fill.
I sat down, intending to be much more profound and cohesive. But I don't have this figured out yet. Take it as the confession it is, and be gentle.