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You are here: Home / Culture / “Finding Ourselves”

“Finding Ourselves”

September 25, 2010 by D. A. Wolf 27 Comments

These are the words poking at my waking brain: I am finding myself.

This phrase, not spoken by an adolescent seeking the reach of her wings; not spoken through the torpor of middle age and reassessing decades of a regulated life; not bounded by the exigencies of the daily dramas — schedules, money, pain.

Instead, I know this phrase to be articulated by the woman I am: thoughtful and vital, and operating within an established framework — the complicated juggle of relationship, motherhood, career; the conventional triumvirate that steers our expectations, and threatens the survival of the female self.

How many of us are seeking, and what is it, truly, that we want?

What name do we give the imagined goal, the impossible state of emotional permanence, the promise of solutions to the discomforts of our consciousness, to our inquisitive essence?

Repackaging the Product

Sometimes we label it Presence. Sometimes we label it Happiness. Sometimes we label it Acceptance. We believe it will grant us a measure of control, and sometimes it does.

A measure of control.

Is popular culture conditioning us to turn away from a broader reach of human emotion? From a sense of place that is grander than ourselves, that is tangible or spiritual or inevitable? Are we encouraged to dismiss the very friction and doubt that propels us to challenge assumptions, to create and achieve, aware that discomfort and disorientation are fertile ground for a state of self-discovery?

If cultural norms are the product and we are struggling with its features, have we yielded to rebranding and repackaging? Must we adopt these marketing terms for our very human need to belong and to feel safe?

My approach is to question; my approach is not for everyone. This is my nature and if I am relieved at my uncertainties, I am also buttressed by my own interrogations. I do not seek to find myself, though the notion of an explicit search tumbles around in my head as I imagine a caged Lotto ball on a secret trajectory. Surely it can nudge its neighbors to follow suit, popping out the string of winning numbers, the Solution to All Problems, the Happy Ending At Least For Now, the realization that All Happy Endings Are Moving Targets and beginnings, after all, of something new even in our constrained comprehension of borders, boundaries, and moving beyond them.

Changing the Lens

Now I am slipping, I am drowning, I am drifting; my markers are disappearing. The face I know, the limbs that support me solidly, the script I cling to as my life.

Now I am climbing, I am projecting, I am revising; I do not name this evolutionary topography, but I know that I am not broken. I know that I am not lost.

Rather, I am aware of being newly found and repeatedly — heartily, painfully, joyfully. In each hour, each day, each sleepless night as dreams crystallize my resolutions or stomp on them, lull me as if intoxicated or toss me back to weary consciousness in a lifetime of hours, of days, of so many duties that I lose myself in and tied to sleepless nights, nevertheless, dreams will newly find me.

This is how I am found, and found again, and found again.

Now I am slipping, I am drowning, I am drifting; now I am climbing, I am projecting, I am soaring.

Some days and nights, the lens is everything. It is up to us to hazard changing the lens.

Allowing the Self “To Be”

To know myself a dozen times daily is not to be lost, though it may be dizzying. To float without coordinates is not to lose one’s sight. It is, nonetheless, disorienting and I know in this period of spinning and blur that eventually I will identify a suitable soft landing.

I am determined to make peace with quaking and contradiction, with battering currents and cold, with hovering close to beat and bone.

If I do not seek to find myself, this does not mean that I do not seek, that I do not examine, that I do not sketch while wandering unfamiliar landscape. I anticipate the times I reside within the marrow, replenishing reserves, and knowing that I will reemerge with all that I have learned as answers arrive in their own time.

Recognition is realistic: I am the woman in this moment however dreary; I am the woman in this moment that is brighter and just as fleeting; I am the woman in constant preparation of a taut new canvas, ready to gesso, to splatter colors, to layer oils, to recondition the cracking surface as time takes hold like memory, to celebrate the once fertile womb, the wonderment of the divine human hand, the fingers that are my own, the sorrows of aging, the pride of continuing to question, the vision that is always nascent if we stand back even a little and allow it to flood the spirit.

Changing the Game

I do not live without a plan, yet I revere improvisation and its necessity.

I reject rules not of my choosing. More importantly, I reject their premise: one settled self that will not stagnate, duos that need no break from their rut, trios to tempt us into more plentiful arrangements.

I offer my belief in variations on a theme: each human emotion in its turn; each action and its consequences; the consequences of inaction, inertia, silence.

I know the monarch; at times I am appreciative of its infinitesimal breeze.

I know that I will march, advancing. I know that I will stagger, blindly. I will stumble, and pick myself up. A stranger may startle me with her assistance, and another, with the possibility of shared exploration. Voice will reawaken on a schedule of its own and instruct: now it is time for tears, now it is time for laughter.

The Happiness Board

I cannot grasp the token I am given, nor even the one that I select to move from place to place, to accumulate wins by conventional means, to claim the prize or return to the starting line. This is a lesson.

Woman Thinking Through Life's Good StuffYou who sit and dictate are chaste, would-be puppeteers, however well intentioned, carrying your placard of Happiness Now, Happiness for Everyone, Happiness at All Cost. I understand the multiplicity of your reasons, the governance of sustained social systems, the insistence that we all shuffle around the same board both in forfeit and in victory.

These are the rules, you say. We are expected to follow.

But I say no. You choose your game, I will choose mine. This, too, is a lesson.

Can’t you see? The players fade in and out, prescribed paths grow old and demand a renovated face, new movers and shakers take up the reins as they should. I toss the dice when I must, I spin the wheel understanding it may be rigged, I count off paces before firing off my reasoning, flipping the cards for the next instruction, or trying to believe.

And I balk, which is another lesson.

Finding Meaning

I opt for nouns that comfort me and use them liberally for effect: pleasure, joy, meaning. I pluck each from a register and sequence of my own, unbounded and unapologetic. Isn’t pleasure our most natural entitlement? Doesn’t joy find us whether or not we seek it? Aren’t we capable of knowing noise from melody, truth from propaganda, bitterness from the sweet flavors of a beloved’s body pressed against our own? Isn’t meaning ours to define, ours to shape, ours to adopt, ours to share?

I am a moving target and I am not lost, though I may be here, then gone, then here again. I note little in my beginnings knowing they will regroup and return, and remarking fully on the morning sun breaking as it unveils the long day’s labor ahead, I cherish the legacy of dream as it lingers then sets me energetically to task.

I recognize the roulette we spin, and equally the one we do not, content in this process.

I am finding myself.

This is a simple statement, a worthy statement, a waking statement that serves us as a headline at best, a moment’s marker, a sidebar. But this is not my search. This is a lesson.

 
Visit Motherese on The Happiness Project for a provocative discussion, including the comments, which sparked this musing.

 

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Comments

  1. The Exception says

    September 25, 2010 at 1:38 pm

    WOW!
    I love much of this but this idea struck home at the moment:
    I know that I will march, advancing. I know that I will stagger, blindly. I will stumble, and pick myself up. A stranger may startle me with her assistance, and another, with the possibility of shared exploration. Voice will reawaken on a schedule of its own and instruct: now it is time for tears, now it is time for laughter.

    What a poignant and genuine statement.
    I am not “finding myself” and yet every day, in every experience, in every challenge, I learn more of myself… I evolve and that takes differing forms.

    Reply
  2. NoNameRequired says

    September 25, 2010 at 1:57 pm

    Truthful, in the manner and mode of a poem. Thank you.

    Reply
  3. Wendy Burnett says

    September 25, 2010 at 1:57 pm

    I’d never really thought about this one before, but as I read, it seemed so familiar, so accurate, so true. I find myself moment by moment, breath by breath. Although I am not lost, and do not seek, I evolve and discover myself constantly. New opinions, different desires come and go, and I know that “finding myself” is a never-ending journey because I will never stop changing, learning, discovering.

    Reply
  4. Kelly says

    September 25, 2010 at 3:41 pm

    I have felt a certain pressure from today’s society to set out on some journey to “find” myself, as though there is some finite place or emotion that will unlock all my mysteries.

    I prefer your approach — to take myself as I am, to revel in my infinite moods and desires and missteps, and to focus on the journey rather than grasp for its end.

    Great post!

    Reply
    • BigLittleWolf says

      September 25, 2010 at 4:12 pm

      It does feel like pressure at times, Kelly. You’re right. I hadn’t thought of it that way.

      Reply
  5. Carol says

    September 25, 2010 at 8:46 pm

    I think, finally, I have a grasp on who I am. I am. That’s it. That’s all that’s necessary. If I’m not who you need to be, I am sorry for that. Not sorry that I am not, simply sorry that you need me to be something I am not. I am. That makes me happy. I am not perfect. I need not be perfect.

    Reply
    • BigLittleWolf says

      September 25, 2010 at 8:48 pm

      So refreshing, Carol. Why can’t more of us be as wise?

      Reply
  6. Amber says

    September 25, 2010 at 11:03 pm

    Some developmental theorists suggest that the search to find ourself is unworthy because we have so many “selves” to find. Each road we take brings us to a new person that we may have never seen before. I know that each year I am amazed at the number of Ambers I have met. It’s kind of refreshing.

    Reply
    • BigLittleWolf says

      September 25, 2010 at 11:16 pm

      What a delicious way to put it, Amber. “Each road we take brings us to a new person that we may have never seen before.” So many selves, yes, I agree with you.

      Reply
  7. Leslie says

    September 26, 2010 at 8:59 am

    I suppose I find myself often enough – through revelatory realizations, memories, or ideas – but I don’t spend time looking (as Amber pointed out, it’s a moving target!) I’m here. I react. I’m comfortable in the things I don’t know.

    Reply
  8. Leslie says

    September 26, 2010 at 9:02 am

    And by the way, this was beautiful. Musing, discerning, contemplative, confident. It’s a place I’d put a bookmark.

    Reply
    • BigLittleWolf says

      September 26, 2010 at 9:08 am

      Thank you, Leslie.

      Reply
  9. TheKitchenWitch says

    September 26, 2010 at 9:30 am

    Wow, Wolfie, this is good stuff and so passionately written. You make a good point; the term “find myself” is really quite preposterous. I mean, as if there’s one solid, unmoving self to find? Situations are fluid, circumstances change, things are constantly in flux; why would our “self” be any different?

    Reply
  10. Christine says

    September 27, 2010 at 9:55 am

    I’m with Kitch. Wow. This is intense, beautiful and riveting. As much as you know I can identify with it though, so I cannot. I AM trying to find myself and I think, for me at least, the distinction comes from comfort. You say: “We must make peace with quaking and contradiction, with hovering close to beat and bone.” And I agree, wholeheartedly, but it is that peace which I seek in trying to find myself. I am uncomfortable in my own skin, and I’m trying to reach a place where if I cannot feel as you so eloquently describe here that at least I can feel happy knowing I won’t. I’m not there yet. Becoming a mother sent me into a tailspin and I’m struggling to slow it down. There is much here, so much. I might have to write a rebuttal my friend 🙂 I’ll try for Wednesday.

    Reply
    • BigLittleWolf says

      September 27, 2010 at 10:00 am

      Ah, Christine – but in a way our positions are not so different. It is only that I think we are always finding ourselves whether we seek to do it or not; we are found (yes the passive voice) by everything that we encounter, fully embraced by intention or not. We are found even in our confusion and disorientation and oh yes – motherhood sets us all (I believe) into a tailspin of sorts. Eventually we slow the spin enough to make some sense of what we can and perpetually deal with the everything that surrounds it.

      We are in different spaces in time and situation, which of course affects our views, but I am looking forward to whatever you have to say on the topic. The motherhood tailspin. Yes, it’s the perfect way to phrase it I think. Struggling to slow it down, yes. But I know I’ve never been able to – only to float with it, ride it out in a way, take advantage of the periods when the waters are calmer so I may have a greater measure of control (if not true control) – all that, rather than fighting it, if that makes any sense.

      Reply
  11. Kristen @ Motherese says

    September 27, 2010 at 4:20 pm

    Quite an interesting post and interesting discussion in the comments. I appreciate what you have to say here about owning each stage and each moment, whether you’re soaring or stumbling, and accepting each as part and parcel of a life well lived.

    For me, I have found early motherhood to be a destabilizing event. I know that life is often out of our control, but I’ve never lived that so actively as I have since becoming a mother (and continuing to stay at home with a 1-year old and a 3-year old). So making small resolutions for myself feels to me like a way of regaining some control over my life. I suppose the key (for me at least; how nice that we can all have our own “keys”) is to try for control over the things that matter, but roll with the punches when control is lost or unattainable.

    Reply
    • BigLittleWolf says

      September 27, 2010 at 4:46 pm

      There’s no question that motherhood is destabilizing – and any sense of control over the world as we knew it before disappears pretty quickly. I like your concept of reducing “drag” and finding certain things we can control to maintain a degree of functioning (and recognition?) even with everything that changes. But taking bits and pieces of concepts and making them work for you is a bit different from some of the “answer to everything” sense that I get when reading about the desire to be present, happy, grateful, etc. I believe life is both more complex and simpler than that. But plenty of people are making big bucks with this latest round of interrelated books, films etc.

      Reply
  12. Rudri says

    September 27, 2010 at 6:21 pm

    BLW, intelligent and reflective posts. The discussion is also equally stimulating. I think of myself in revision. I know the core me, but the subtleties are ever-changing. From girl to woman to wife to mother – all of these roles have me constantly questioning and revising until I can find a self that fits.

    Reply
    • BigLittleWolf says

      September 27, 2010 at 6:29 pm

      What about the thought that you have many constantly evolving selves that fit – more or less – and no “one” that you will arrive at?

      Reply
  13. Glacel says

    September 28, 2010 at 12:07 pm

    You play with words so beautifully. I felt dumbfounded with this post. I always feel I’m in a constant battle with myself…trying to find “me”, but I manage to be “lost and found” time and again.

    Reply
    • BigLittleWolf says

      September 28, 2010 at 12:40 pm

      So happy you left a comment. I think “lost and found time and again” sounds just about right. . .

      Reply
  14. Glacel says

    September 28, 2010 at 7:45 pm

    Of course, I’m an avid reader. I remember your blog on MySpace, and I’m not sure what happened but you weren’t there anymore. Thankfully, I found Daily Plate of Crazy on Facebook. I knew it was you, with your infamous “shoe-stopper” blogs. 🙂

    Reply
    • BigLittleWolf says

      September 28, 2010 at 9:29 pm

      Wow. Do I have a twin who’s wearing my shoes? Never had a MySpace blog. Just my Daily Plate of Crazy – here – for the past 500 days or so! 🙂

      Reply
  15. Joy says

    October 18, 2011 at 6:30 pm

    I needed this today, BLW. All these months, I wanted to find myself…not for anyone else but for me. These last couple of days, I have “fallen” again. Lost in my own self, unsure of my intentions, confused at the looming chaos my life had become. I have become angry with myself for “losing” myself again…but you reminded me that I am a work in progress, I don’t need to find myself. I just need to be at peace with myself.

    Reply
  16. BigLittleWolf says

    October 18, 2011 at 6:56 pm

    Joy, I’m glad you found this today if it is what you needed. As for finding peace with oneself, it’s not a static state, in my experience. But knowing that there are times when I am more or less at peace with who I am – if not my circumstances – there’s comfort in that. And, as you say, in the fact that we’re all a work in progress.

    I know this is a difficult period. The sense of falling lasts so much longer than we think it will. You’ll find your way. Hang in.

    Reply
  17. Sheila says

    April 7, 2013 at 4:05 pm

    Its been some months since I have read your blog. I just spent almost an hour catching up…
    Reading your perspective and thoughts are so inspiring. It makes me think of my life and how to see it in a different light. To accept the person I am and the life I have lived with all its failings and joys. The rules of my life are those that I define and that is o.k. I find comfort in your writing and in the readings of your followers so enlightening….
    Thank you.

    Reply

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