1/31/15
Today my left breast is growling. It's a slow-fuck sports bra's-can't lift my arm up- how can I be out of vicodin-thank goodness I have another arm to do everything with-hug my kid with one arm kind of pain.
Not
a typical way to begin a blog I know. What I am learning about myself (the self
that has recently turned 43 & gone through a left auxiliary breast tail
biopsy, three surgeries in 3 years, raising two African American sons in
America, one gay and one queer (being queer woman of color too) as a single
mom, starting my whole life over in 2012, full time teacher, full time writer,
full time life-er) is that I suppose my life is not typically normal. I am not
manila folder number 342 or hash tag she is this all the time. I am not all
purple or all white or pink. I am not just hot or cold or super sunrise or
sappy sunset. I am all & nothing. Simultaneously. Zen & shit. Amen. OM
& oh-no-you-didn't. Ase. Downward dog & booty dancer. Grit &
grace.
Years
ago (in my early 30's) in the middle of brainstorming for my GOTBREAST? documentary
(co-produced & filmed by the amazing Annie Walsh) I named by breast
Wilimina & Filimina. It started out as a private joke—well, be(cause) of
the woman I was at that time it never dawned on me to name parts of (my)self
that I loved. ( I was also having a hard time fully loving myself in my then
13-year marriage) I had only had my first real intentional try at
self-pleasuring (thanks to NRE (xxxooo) who told me it’s time you start
intentionally doing things for yourself) that I thought, wow, I own myself, my
body, my heart, my mind, my spirit. I can name or rename anything I want. It’s
mine. All mine. I remember standing in the mirror naked & examining the
woman’s body I inhabited. I remember feeling push & pull about myself. I
loved myself deeply & hated myself too. Some how I was able to love others
limitlessly and unconditionally despite the push/pull I was having with myself.
In that moment I decided I would one day step into the name that fully embodies
who I am (Anastacia-Renee’) & I also decided I would name my boobs
Willimina & Filimina. I scooped them both & tried not to feel like a
raving lunatic for having so much love for them. I made them have a
conversation with each other…& shortly after I wrote a play called Not
My Size with a similar scene. Where am I going with all of this you
may be asking (or you may decide after today to name your breast) I am going to
where I have always wanted to be. The point in my life where I have gathered up
the pain, gathered up the joy, mixed it up & landed at the corner of
gratitude & epiphany. Maybe you'll find some golden nuggets in this years
epiphanies, gratitude shout-outs & Anastacia-Renee’ life lessons.
Warning, the list is extensive & you may find you already know all these
brilliant beams of knowledge I only recently found out or…re-learned. I hope at
least one makes you have an uncontrollable head-nod, or give off one of those
poetry cafe' "mmmmmmm's" or--makes you grab your heart.
Anastacia-Renee’s
2015 Current Life Lessons (co-written by Willimina & Filimina) Part I
1.
Being a warrior does not mean it’s okay to consistently allow yourself to be
hurt or disrespected just so you can survive & conquer & call yourself
a warrior. Warrior does not mean repeatedly send yourself into battle--for the
sake of warrior-ness. Warrior does not mean you have to always win or always
triumph. Warrior is a state of mind. Warriors often cry, scream, & bleed
(stock up on tissue, bandaids, & being okay with outward displays of emotions).
Some warriors are quiet (turn around & bam shit got handled like whoa!)
Warriors live & die. Warriors may not always be at war all of the time. War
i…or…not. It’s okay for a warrior not to be worried about the next battle.
Warriors can also take vacations, get massages, laugh, have amazing sex &
let other warriors take care of them. Warriors may have spans of time when they
are not warriors but winning still. Warriors might be seen as too warrior
or not enough warrior. Warriors are humble. Warriors are self-confident.
Warriors listen even when it’s hard. Warriors have enough strength to sincerely
apologize not just when they are wrong, but if they have offended their fellow
warriors. If two warriors are hanging out together one warrior should not
expect the other warrior to be the biggest warrior (at the same time if two
warriors are hanging out together and there’s a battle, one of ya’ll has to get
it together & it’s best if you both aren’t in martyr mode.) A seasoned
warrior knows when she should stop being in warrior mode & let other
warriors help (this takes A LOT of practice.)
2. There comes a time when you are done with
heartbreak & there comes a time when the heartbreak you were done with
checks in to see IF you are really, for sure, for sure, done, done with it.
When this happened to me I felt like I had backslid (sometimes things ancestors
say no matter my religious beliefs creep in & that's the only perfect word
for what I am feeling.) I have spent countless hours forgiving, processing
& re-processing my 18-year marriage ending. I knew I was nearing the bottom
of the process bowl when I could lick it without barfing. When I could think
about all the circles we shared & not feel regretful or resentful. Last
year while trying to explain to my youngest son or rather mom-splain in more
detail why his father & I needed to begin a new friendship which now meant
co-parenting I cried. It was as if heartbreak was saying, hey, got a light? & I wanted to say heartbreak I don’t smoke! But I found myself holding a small
lighter—still. Between the tears & explaining I realized I wasn’t
crying for the loss, I was crying for no longer growing. AND THIS WAS TOTALLY
OKAY! In fact, this was great! When & if heartbreak checks in with you it’s
okay if you are still moved in some way. This does not mean all your internal
hard work is suddenly unraveled or that you are stuck. This means you have
moved on. After the moved on phase comes the now what & after now what
comes oh yes, we are IN now what & here we have arrived. I urge you to
transform your NOW WHAT to YAY, WHAT NOW? Besides it sounding way more positive
& exciting, it means you are ready for whatever is ahead & happy about
it & you have come to terms with the past being in the past & the present
being a gift. & YOU TOO will be able to finally listen to Adele without
crying one bit! I would also say these rules (which are not rules at all but
simply my way of sharing my “go-through” with you to maybe help or encourage)
apply to friendships & colleague-ships too. Heartbreak is an equal
opportunity heartbreaker.
3. October is breast
Cancer awareness month (yay). HOWEVER there are eleven other months in the
year. Give yourself a breast exam regularly. (Feel free to name your breast).
4. There is no such thing
as a perfect parent. There is no manual on how to be one. No one wants to admit
it but just like all the other things we work hard & pray/chant/meditate/invest
in/on, it often comes in the form of trial & error. Some days if you are a
parent or guardian you may feel like YOU NAILED IT! Say to yourself wow I handled that like a pro…check me out
bittchesssss!!!! (or something like
that). Other days you may feel like you won the worst parent of the year
award…realistically you could feel BOTH of these things in one day. Parenting
can be done many ways & you might have to try many techniques all the time.
The parenting rules for the first child may not always apply to the second
child. NONE of them may apply. You might even have a day when you look at yourself
in the mirror & say; self who decided
you were going to be a parent?? What were you thinking?
& Guess what? It’s
OKAY. Because you cannot be a perfect person you cannot possibly be a perfect
parent. Once you realize that—realize too that you cannot have perfect
children…either.
5. When gas is cheap ($2
or $3 when it used to be $4 or $5) fill
your car up! Buy one of those red gas can thingies & fill that up too.
6. Your body changes
& it is still beautiful. There was a time when I had a flat stomach,
flawless skin & with enough photo-shopping I could have done maybe one
cover girl photo shoot. Now is not the time. My stomach is not shy & she
makes it clear she housed children, I have deep, deep laugh lines & I can
no longer pass for 29. But guess what, I
woke up like this & I will go to sleep like this. This is THE body I
have in this lifetime & I think it’s beautiful. Try your best to love &
appreciate your body. Dote over it. Pamper it. Read to it. Give it spa baths
& write it a poem. Invest in your body the way you would invest in other things
you adore. Tell your body something lovely everyday. You may be reading this
& nodding your head. That’s what I
would do…because I know to do all these things. If you are a head-nod-er
great. You may read it again & realize it all sounds wonderful but you do
not practice self-love & appreciation on a daily basis. You have forgotten
you are beautiful. You have chosen to edit positive affirmations out of your
vocabulary when it comes to describing yourself. THIS IS FOR YOU: You are beautiful
inside & out. Back then & now. Today, tomorrow & yesterday. Wake up & go to bed. Like this.