Redefining Kari

I tend to start imagining my next place to live whenever I am anywhere. This new apartment is quite close to the way I imagined it. Except, I didn't want a TV and now I am realizing that I need one for the noise and the distraction. I need one to occupy my mind when it won't shut off. I read a lot, which is nice, but sometimes I need some mind numbing sedation that only tv can provide.
My apartment is pretty sparse, like I had imagined. Mostly just necessities, like I'd wanted. Calming music. Calming colors. Calming trees outside that sway and rustle and are home to many woodland creatures that serve to entertain and pacify both me and Nibbler.
It's pretty much exactly what I'd imagined. A place of calming comfort. And I really really need that now. But now that I am there, I am dreaming again of a new place. A new place that satisfies the needs of the person who I plan to become. Right now is a time of transition. A time for learning and growing and self discovery. When I arrive, I believe I will need a new space. It feels good all of a sudden to think of life like this. Changing. Moving. Kinetic. Change doesn't have to be bad, it can empower.
The new space in my head is also white and wispy with big, open floor to ceiling windows. Hardwood floors, maybe a balcony. And since I'm dreaming, I'd like to hear the ocean.
And seagulls.
And sometimes the wall color changes to hues of blue greens or light yellows or natural, soothing wood tones. A little more modern, maybe, modern plush as oppose to modern cold.
And I want to be a photographer. I want to live in a loft/condo. I want to travel and photograph distant places and people and frogs. I want to eat good cheese and good bread and olive oil. I want to wear cargo pants and tee shirts and sometimes dress up. I want to be gender neutral to the point where I can go either way and not feel like I'm wearing someone else's skin.
It's weird redefining me. I thought my life was set for so long - thought I had made all of my decisions. And now, suddenly, I see that I'm not done living. I don't want anyone to think that these limitations were because of my partner, because they certainly were not. I have always been the captain of my own ship, I just didn't realize it. I was tied by my own mental trappings. I'm starting now to untangle the strings.
I've lost 38 lbs now. That, on a skinny person is a whole lot more than it is on me, but what it means to me is pretty good news too. It means I can go and buy jeans off the rack, and sometimes not even the biggest size they have. It feels better. It's not like I don't have a long way to go, but that's okay. Because I'm here, I'm present, I'm showing up for my life. And I will finish this time.
A big part of me is still the dirty little long haired girl curled up in a straw pile in the haymow. A big part of me is still looking for my momma's leg to hide behind, and is little, scared, and unsure of what to do next.
Another part of me is strong and able and resilient. I need to entice her out of hiding. I need to learn to channel that part of me.



