So I don’t really know what I’m doing. Is this working? Will this work? Will any of this be helpful? Do I care? Do I care too much? Certainly not the most original questions ever asked to one’s self but I will not promise you originality as that’s pretty hard to come by. So do I want to be influential? Not really. If by some miracle I am and one person out there finds my ramblings to be an honest, refreshing approach to how we express our lives, than that certainly would be humbling.
I’m just here to vomit. Word vomit, emotion vomit, sexually vomit all over this blog. Do I know the first thing about blogging? No. I know nothing. Do I know the first thing about writing? No. I’m smart but I’m not especially educated. I am inviting you to witness me trip and fumble my way through this technology that I know so little about and through my 30’s, a decade of urgent self assessment that, halfway through, has already proven to be my favorite and most scariest times. I’m setting you up now to have the lowest expectations possible of my ability to formulate comprehensible thoughts and to articulate this to you in a way that could possibly engage you. I am here to make YOU feel better about yourself through my own self humiliation, failures, achievements and perpetual state of restlessness. I want you to know that you are not alone and completely alone. Like me. And this “thing” in me needs to get out before it eats away at my soul. Dramatic, I know.
I am 35. I’m a mother of a soulful and artistic 8 year old girl and a tenacious and clever 2 year old boy. I am a wife that’s ready to redefine her marriage on so many levels and above all, I am a woman on fire, for the first time. I’m fortunate to be happy with the age that I am. There was never a time in my life, so far, that I wish I could return to or yearn for. I didn’t love my childhood, I didn’t feel especially childlike in those years. I was a sexually advanced, pervy kid and hypersensitive to the state of my parents marital and financial hardships. I had an older brother that I felt protective of and I felt the need to be tough and edgy and different at all times. My parents were young. My father, from Texas was in the Navy which is how he met my mother in Japan. My mother is proud to be Japanese and never really recognized me and my brother as such. Sadly, neither my brother or I speak the language.
My parents are no longer together. After 33 years of co-dependency they finally called it quits. My father quickly remarried to another Japanese woman and lives with her in Japan, and my mother is an eccentric recluse living in Los Angeles, Ca.
The tender years of 12 years old through High School were wrought by mean girls, jealous and persistent to make me as cheap as the words they would write about me on the bathroom walls. I didn’t cave in though. Words like “slut” and “whore” didn’t turn me into one. Deep down everyone has a bit of that in them. I “lost” my virginity a week before my 18th birthday to a bartender that worked at Red Robin. I generally felt like Molly Ringwald in Pretty In Pink, always stylish but lower class to my upper middle class peers. Hardly anyone ever came over to my house for many reasons beyond its being an unloved, split-level home built in the 70’s. I was completely embarrassed of it, mostly because everything and everyone in it was as grey and depressing as the battleship grey color it was on the outside. My senior class had a time capsule that was buried and supposedly will be excavated on our 20 year reunion (approaching soon) so then we can look back with fond memories of our early accomplishments. There’s nothing in that capsule for me. Nothing that I would ever want to see again.
My 20’s were just a blur of smoking weed, drinking alcohol, working a couple dozen failed jobs, being in multiple semi-long relationships that varied from emotional and mental abuse-to me totally taking advantage of a really nice guy-to falling madly in love. I was always a sexual person, wreaking of sex in my early 20’s and then letting that become somewhat dormant by the end of it. In this decade I became a mother and wife and tried to become a responsible person and build a community that I would later recognize as my family. In all these years up until this point, I had no idea what I was good at or what I wanted to do. I never went to college, no one ever pushed me and I certainly never pushed myself. I was in survival mode from the moment I was born. I was always pretty good at a lot of things and never excellent at anything. I would beat myself up for this for many years, especially when I met my very multi-talented husband and moved to San Francisco where it seemed that everyone was either an artist or incredibly well-educated or wealthy. All I could be was honest and hard-working. That didn’t feel like much so I made the mistake of making my husband my passion putting all my hopes and effort into supporting him and his talents. I see now that making another person your passion is a destined disappointment. Even if he was the most successful person I know and everything was just as I hoped (which it isn’t) I would still be left with me, disregarded from the equation, ignored by myself and empty just waiting for fulfillment. I had a love affair with alcohol that kept me company most nights and throughout some days. Alcohol knew me better than anyone, heard all the ugly truths and saw all my gnarly faces. But luckily for you, this isn’t a blog about my alcoholism, though a factor in everything I do now, it’s a blog about being a woman today.
Let me just say, this is a pretty summarized glimpse into my life to get you up to speed to today, or somewhere within the past 2 years which is where I need you to be if you are at all interested in reading any more. What I plan to do with this, if I can even loosely call it a plan is tell you how I’m getting on with the choices I’ve made, the repercussions I face and all the unknown in-betweens that stand like elephants in the room until we have time and energy to move them out. Maybe you’ll cry with me, laugh with or at me, want to shake or slap me (which i don’t mind) or even want to reach out and hug me. I no doubt will make you uncomfortable when I talk about relationships, crossing over to the unconventional “open marriage” topic whose stigma is still so sadly faux pas, and considered a bandaid to an inevitable marriage doom. I will awkwardly navigate through these times, and share them with you, like I did when I was a teenager, writing in my diary and mailing off the finished books to my friend thousands of miles away.
And I look forward to your replies, if there are any to read, and I hope to learn from each other and develop a network of like-minded restless souls that have lots of ideas and no idea all at once. I am also a self-portraitist which is just a term that makes “selfies” seem more valid and artistic. You will find my self-musings scattered throughout this as well and hopefully you will just enjoy them for whatever they’re worth.
I really appreciate this. I had started a blog here a couple years ago, when I felt like I had to get something out of my system. It didn’t last very long, but it’s nice to have when I’m ready to express myself again. I find it difficult to be open about anything; there always seems to be a perpetual self-criticism taking place inside myself which prevents the words from ever surfacing. I find it encouraging to hear the thoughts of others, so thank you for sharing.
I understand the stigma surrounding open relationships all too well. My wife and I consider ourselves polyamorous. It wasn’t always that way, but just kind of evolved with time and better understanding of ourselves and each other. It was definitely an uncharted sea to navigate, but we found our currents to be flowing in the same direction and it has been rewarding on different levels.
Thanks again for sharing. I look forward to what else you decide to vomit 🙂
I appreciate you taking the time to read this. I won’t deny how nervous I was to hit post. Not to mention I’m not too savvy at using the site or the computer so I was afraid it wouldn’t post at all and I’d have to start over. I’ve started to copy everything I write until I get better at figuring all this stuff out so I don’t lose all my thoughts and get too discouraged or lazy to continue on with it.
Really though, I’m excited to bare it all. It’s been years since I’ve written it out. You’re right about the self-criticism, or wanting to seem interesting, or not come across as whiny and self-loathing. But maybe I will because I am. Maybe I need to be a little embarrassed of myself to want stimulate an urgency to correct some of my behavior.
Well, be sure to let me know when I’m making a complete ass of myself, will ya?
So much to absorb. So many connection points, similarities, and new curiosities. So much more to admire and so much inspiration to give me strength in my own journey. I’ll have much more later as I read this several more times and everything else you have to say. Until then, I’m in. I’m completely in. You were born from pure light, live in pure light and when you die you’ll return to pure light. So, you might as well live knowing that every moment of humbly searching for more freedom, better understanding, and living out loud is nothing but paying homage to whatever it is that gives us this opportunity to be alive. Let’s do this Farris.
Alright, I’m doing it.
I can’t wait to read what you write. Not to be cliché, but every journey begins with one step. Glad you took it. Well, actually, it’s pretty clear you’ve taken many. I know how it feels to be good at many things but great at none. That is the strongest feeling I’ve had that’s eaten me alive. Which is also what pushed me to choose one and go humbly forward with it. I thought I might die if I didn’t. Anyway, you keep at this stuff. There’s energy here. I love you.
I think you will be able to help me:)
Ursula, I’m here for you.❤️ and just by saying that makes it all the more worthwhile.
(As you know), I’m in! I’m with you, along for the ride, enjoying your beautiful and delicious and evocative and often humorous way with words, excited to walk along with you down this path of writing, blogging, and living…of sharing, exposing, listening, healing, radiating, loving, laughing, connecting. You do it all so well, and I’m proud to call you a friend. Proud that you’re so brave to share yourself, to be real in your life, and to create art, find your art, you beautiful artist, you. xo
(As you know), I’m in! I’m with you, along for the ride, enjoying your beautiful and delicious and evocative and often humorous way with words, excited to walk along with you down this path of writing, blogging, and living…of sharing, exposing, listening, healing, radiating, loving, laughing, connecting. You do it all so well, and I’m proud to call you a friend. Proud that you’re so brave to share yourself, to be real in your life, and to create art, find your art, you beautiful artist, you. xo ❤ (Hillary)
You are a continue discovery Sakura. A painting in progress
One of these days I want to sit across from you in some random diner with a pot of stale, black coffee and listen to you talk for 6 hours straight.