Surviving Saturn’s Return

10,000 Days

I have been here before, I know this.
I can’t say how many times. But here I am. Once again.

It’s amazing how things seem to break all at once. Like a frayed rope. A few strands are worn nearly through, then as one breaks it takes the whole thing down. *Snap*

An just like that we’re left holding the bag. Two lengths of broken rope, and a bag with everything in it. What’s in the bag? All that stuff we’ve been hiding under the rug. But we know about that trick, everyone looks under the rug. So now we shove it in a sac, hang it up high and never look up… until that day when we hear the *snap*.

We see it all coming crashing down upon us, we jump to the side and narrowly avoid being crushed under it’s weight. We look back and survey the scene.

There it is. All those things laid out in front of us. “Out of sight, out of mind.” Not anymore.

We stare at it. Can hardly fathom it. What do we do? What the fuck do we do?

Do we just stuff it all back in the sac, re-tie the rope, and wash our hands of it?
We could, it is an option. But not a solution. It’s only a matter of time before Saturn comes back around and slices the rope with his rings. Spills everything out again. And then we may not be so spry. May not be able to jump from the danger zone and we’ll be crushed under the weight of all we have repressed.

No. That is not the path for us.
Our path decrees that we take responsibility for what we have done, and for what we have avoided doing. We have to deal with this. We have to clean up this mess. Clean up this life. So here we go…

Where do we begin?
The hardest part. Looking at the mess it all seems so insurmountable. So beyond our abilities.
We stare…
Eventually we are jarred to action, whether internal or external, we begin to move.
One step at a time.

Organize it. There’s somewhere to start. Move it into piles, sort it by priority, sort it by size, shape or colour. A massive heap is much more manageable when broken down.
There, looking better already.

Now look at each pile, decide what’s important, decide what’s holding us back. And attack it. Cut that shit to pieces.
Toss out the parts that have grown out of use. Trimming.
Imagine it’s a bush and go all Edward Scissorhands on it. Turn a blight on the psyche into a work of art. Feel the loss, let it pass through, channel it into expression, art, and keep going. Don’t dwell. There’s no time for that. Experience, express, move on. In time new growth will take it’s place. Such is life.

One at a time.
One at a time.

The key is to take it one step at a time. It becomes so overwhelming when viewed as a whole, so don’t. Small incremental goals, one then the next.

That is how we survive Saturn’s Return.


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