Happy Mani’s Day:
I should be happy with my life right now, but I struggle with it. Things are getting better for my life all the time, but I feel something is missing in my life. Now those of you of faith need to understand this has been going on for a while and it isn’t the result of losing my faith as it precedes this. Jesus never filled this supposed hole in my heart as much as I preached it was so. Before I lost my faith in Christianity, it was this thing known as The Grey that was like clouds over who I was that indicated to me that I was missing something.
I have been studying my family history to see if there is anything in it that might indicate why this is so. I mean there are signs you can see in people by where they lived when they got married, the number of children, divorce, and death in a lineage that can tell you if things were rough or smooth for that person. My continued use of Ancestory has proven to me that stories can be written and my lineage is varied but readable.
- My father’s biological parents were people who eventually abandoned him. His father because he was a drunk and his mother who knew she couldn’t afford him and his siblings. The Bauman and Hole families are those legacies. The first family stretches back to Germany; the second is Dutch and Irish. I only know all this now because I discovered my biological grandmother’s (who I did meet while she was alive) maiden name and that opened the door to who she was married to and their parents. My grandfather was a drunk by all accounts and my grandmother found herself alone and on the streets. She gave up my father for adoption. She would go on to divorce two husbands and finally find a man who treated her well.
- This biological lineage has highlights but is noted most for its many marriages, divorces, and remarriages even at times when divorce was only allowed for infidelity indicating that infidelity was present. But also some of these remarriages are because a woman or man would watch their spouse die of some disease. There is a lot of sorrow on this side of the tree inflicted by the world and by self. I can see it and I don’t even know many details.
- My mother’s side of the family is far easier and better documented. It is a story of successful farmers, pioneers, and colonists. Most notably the Ackley’s who came from England to settle in the British Connecticut Colonies in the 1600s. Many of them originally from Weymouth England and London. They ended up coming further and further west until they settled in the Kalamazoo and Portage area of Michigan.
- Of course, my mother’s mom is even simpler and shorter. The came from the Netherlands. Like the whole family just picked up and left the Groningen area of the northern Netherlands. My great grandparents and their parents all at the same time just got on a boat and came to America in the 1890s. They settled in Michigan and the rest is a short but powerful history of a family of Dutch Reformed people doing well in their new land.
So does heritage being this split have an effect on me? I guess I will wait for the DNA test results, to clear up the few loose ends that remain. But right now the fact all of this is clearer should be something I am enjoying but other things seem to be pulling me into the Grey.
I believe part of it is where I live. It has been mostly overcast and dreary this winter and that is never good for anyone with depression. I have been getting more concerned about my finances but it looks like a new job in my current company might help alleviate that short term for a bit anyway. My car and I went into the ditch and it is developing mechanical problems since. I may need a ‘new’ one. Life is intruding a lot right now and that triggers depression even if it is good.
Family trigger warning: Reading further might be a little too troubling for family members. I am simply trying to get some things clearer in my mind and I find writing them and posting them does this, so hang on from here down.
My marriage has definitely improved, but for me, there is still a lot missing and no matter how I try to fight it, I am becoming more restless every single day. The one thing for sure is whatever is missing, this improvement hasn’t fixed it, at least for me. I feel very much like I am giving up what I want to make my family happy at this point. I know what I want to do but I am fairly sure there will be a lot of pushback. This struggle, of course, causes The Grey. That and thoughts returning from a lost love.
Miss Salty returned to mind due to posting a Facebook memory only to find her reaction to it with her name attached. I guess feelings about her have solidified to a point. I miss her; I care about her still, but I still wouldn’t trust her. I know that sounds stupid probably, but the pain of this is still not gone. I was looking at some old poems about her on this blog and the feelings are still there when I read them. Although. I did manage to get through John Legend’s – ‘All of Me’ without crying once or shutting it off to avoid crying. She still haunts me like a ghost.
I avoid any sort of news about her, I haven’t even looked at her social media pages since June of 2019. I intentionally try to not think of her at times but she seems to come back in my thoughts more than I would like. WTF? I should be a lot wiser from this whole situation but I miss that feeling I had and wonder if I can get it back. It is not happening with my marriage, improved though it is.
I guess I cling to this because, for a few months in 2018, I didn’t feel like something was missing. This bothers me. What was it that made me feel like I wasn’t missing something, because this relationship with Miss Salty, in the final analysis, was a shitshow? How did this rollercoaster of an affair make me feel whole for once? For the first time, there was light in The Grey and I want to know what was it about this relationship that did that? Can I get it back some other way? All these questions are just made to order triggers for The Grey. I guess I have something to talk about with my therapist.
Walking the Grey:
True to form, Perseverance kicks in and no matter how I feel, I keep walking. I remain The Grey Wayfarer. Ravens of reason and wisdom overhead while following the wolves of what I need and want. I search for the missing thing that will make me whole once again. Finding this wholeness is a large driving force and motivation in my life right now. I walk the Grey because this is so worth it to me, I will walk in sadness for the rest of my life to find it. Succeed or fail, it is worth that much to me.
The Rabyd Skald – Wandering Soul, Bard, and Philosopher. The Grey Wayfarer.