Sunday, May 31, 2009

So I woke up...

I love to sleep. I function best on 9-10 hours of sleep. I think I inherited that ability from my dad. They called him "Rip" in college, as in Rip Van Winkle, because he could outsleep anyone. It could've also been because he Rested In Peace for long periods of time, but Rip Van Winkle makes more sense to me.

It has always been hard for me to get out of bed in the morning. I remember my parents trying to get me up for school some days, my dad resorting to bringing a glass of cold water into my room and playfully dripping it on my forehead until I jumped out of bed. It worked pretty well.

So, the last couple of years, I've been living in a dead marriage. I have been praying and thinking for way too long, "What should I do? Should I stay or leave?"

Well, one morning, I awoke in a less than usual way. It hit me. My eyes popped wide-open. I think it's the first time in my life I've woken up so suddenly and been so alert. I thought, "This should be my prime!" In my young life, I was living as though I was an old lady. I was having a mid-life crisis, at 29. I've been clinging to this man. I've neglected my passions. I've lost my talents. I've deserted my dreams. I've lost my drive in life. I'm young and vibrant and not living spontaneously or with excitement. I have become boring. No wonder I wake up every morning depressed. I have poured every ounce of who I am into this passion-less "marriage", for a man who says he loves me but isn't capable of showing it. I have given every last bit of me to make it work. In the end, the marriage has failed and I've lost myself.

"Pura Vida" is about finding myself again. It's about finding life again. It's about finding a life that I'm passionate about and enjoying every minute of it. It's about being healthy enough to be able to give to others again, to give to myself again. This is not that life. And this is where my adventure begins...