I’m having a good week. There was a near-meltdown moment that initially devastated, but quickly developed into reaffirming communication and connection with people significant to me. After taking some time to process the experience, I recognized positive aspects worthy of celebration. I went from lamenting the challenges of being autistic in a neurotypical world, to strategizing new ways of coping with them in the future, in mere hours.
The speed and clarity of resolve astonished me. I realize I’ve leveled up in the game of life. I’ve been floating on a cloud of joy ever since. The process of rebuilding and learning myself still feels new and intriguing. I almost fell into a pit of sorrow over letting go of things I once held so close. Examining the root of these values, and acknowledging the fact they were never mine, but only acquired by rote, helped me bypass the trap. Yay. 🙃
The changes I’ve made are small, but the results immense. I drink herbal teas, now. In the past, I rejected all hot beverages, without bothering to determine why. Now I know it’s because they require me to be present in my body while partaking to avoid injury. (It’s funny to me in hindsight.) Asking myself why turned out to be an excellent method of understanding myself in many ways. Naturally, it led to delving deeper with more questions.
Instead of feeling regret about being different, and trying to force me to change and pretend to be like others in pursuit of acceptance by strangers, I’m using my energy to know myself. I’m no longer accepting the values and beliefs of others as my own. If they don’t originate within my soul, they aren’t mine. Pretending they were was slowly erasing the essence of me. I have no use for acceptance based on unreality.
I’d rather be alone in the dark. – Sheryl Crow
I began watching another series on Netflix titled, Black Mirror. It’s not a show I can binge watch, (she said while giggling.) The first episode is excruciating. It’s also brilliant. It’s a 44-minute test to determine if you’re eligible to continue watching. It’s a mental tattoo. I’m pleased it exists as I love things that lead to new paths of thought and discussion. It also provokes me to question and learn myself.
It’s dark and foggy this week, and I struggle to sleep when it’s so humid. Last night, I lay in bed listening to Amy Lee (Evanescence.) I thought about how her music has accompanied my life through many hardships and growing pains. I think I finally grok why certain musicians reach me so profoundly. It’s about energy. My knowledge and vocabulary are presently limited on this topic, as I’m relying solely on intuition. I plan to explore it further, though.
I used to get so offended when people would question my choices in music (often based on things as superficial as race.) I think it’s because I didn’t know why some appeal to me far more than others. I’m thrilled to understand. Amy Lee, Stevie Nicks, ABBA, Lorde, Sheryl Crow, Bach, Mozart, etc. These musicians create music I can climb inside and bask in energy that soothes my soul. That’s why. 🙃😂 I’m off to band practice. 💜✌🏽