JANUARY 11, 2017: “The Window” …
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JANUARY 1, 2017: “When The Seasons Change” …
My Dearest Catherine,
From the moment I met you I knew you were special I just did not know HOW special you were and how special and important you would become to me. I can honestly say that you have shown me the best that life has to offer despite our problems, issues we have had had and things we have done and said. I know it can get even better than it has ever been. I know I don’t verbalize it enough but I really do think overall that you are an incredible wife, friend and mother to OUR kids. You are more thoughtful, forgiving and caring than anyone I have ever met or anything I could aspire to be. I truly envy that about you. You are also a gorgeous woman. Your inner beauty has always been the biggest draw from me and it is the reason that I married you and the reason I love you so much. I know I have not always led you to believe this, but I also love to hear you talk and I do enjoy talking to you. You are the only person in my life I feel that I can truly confide in and not be judged. You know more about me than any other person on this planet and I know that goes both ways. You are a very passionate speaker, and you always do your best and take the extra time/effort to help someone understand your point or feelings. I love that about you, and it is one of your greatest strengths in my opinion so long as you are tactful, and light handed with criticism. Please don’t ever feel that you talk too much or that you are a bad person for speaking your feelings/thoughts so long as you know in your heart that you are coming from a good place and do you best to be constructive which you usually do. I have done, said and thought so many things to/about you that I am not proud of, and I am deeply sorry for. I know that 2017 really can be the best year of our lives, that this year we can really start over and get back to the place where we truly love, honor and cherish each other with no regrets, bitterness or anger in our hearts towards each other or anyone else for that matter. You are the reason for my happiness and confidence. You built me up when no one else would, picked me up when I fell, held me when I cried, celebrated with I thought I had done nothing spectacular, kicked me in the butt when you knew I needed to get over myself and believed in me when I did not even believe in myself. You ARE the light and the love that has filled my soul all along. You are the reason that I am the father, husband and human being I am today. You have taught me more than I ever thought I could learn from a person and challenged me to do things that I never ever thought I could do and more. We met for a reason, and we are together for a reason that was always meant to be. We love each other, feed off each other, mend each other’s wounds and fill in each other’s cracks. We must continue to do so because we will break without each other. We have to stay together even when we don’t think we can and give each other no reason to like the other or be likable to the other. I know we will grow from everything that has happened this past year and that things have gotten better already and will continue to do so even if they get worse for a time. Our pain and suffering is temporary but our love and connection is literally eternal. I am sorry I forget that sometimes. Happy 2017, Baby! I love you and I know you love me. It’s time to truly enjoy life TOGETHER and make this relationship we have better than it ever has been. I Love and adore you Catherine Williamson and I always will. Thank you for being my wife and thank you for being you. With all my heart
WHEN THE SEASONS CHANGE
There’s a light in you that tears me down to nothing, there’s an angel in your eyes. There’s a hope inside that you can make it better. You see right through my disguise. When it rains it pours, and everybody stumbles. I won’t let them bring you down. I won’t let you down when the seasons change. I won’t go down. I’ll fight through the pain. I’ll be there right by your side. I’ll never let them bring you down when the seasons change. There’s a hope in me that I will die for something. Was the fire in my eyes? All this pain inside – will it be this way forever? I can run but I can’t hide. When it rains it pours, and everybody stumbles. I won’t let them bring me down. I won’t let you down when the seasons change. I won’t go down. I’ll fight through the pain. I’ll be there right by your side. I’ll never let them bring you down when the seasons change. When the seasons change and we’re in for colder weather, look for me on the divide. I won’t let you down when the seasons change. I won’t go down. I’ll fight through the pain. I’ll be there right by your side. I’ll never let them bring you down. I won’t let you down. When the seasons change.
{Five Finger Death Punch}
DECEMBER 6, 2016: “The Anthem Of The Angels” …
Last night, I had an epiphany and yet another piece of my puzzle fell into place. I wasn’t as geographically close to her as most of my cousins were, but have always been extremely fond of her. You see, although I was raised Roman Catholic, it was SHE, my maternal grandmother, who first taught me about Jesus and that I could have a personal relationship with Him no matter what “church” I either did or didn’t dwell in, and that “just because you can’t see Him, it doesn’t mean He isn’t there.”
It was SHE who planted that mustard seed of faith in my psyche so many years ago. It was SHE who taught me that it doesn’t really matter what anyone thinks of you, because at the end of the day, it’s between you, yourself, and the Lord to be accountable (although years of self-torture and cowering to “what people would think” occurred before I began to practice this preaching).
It was SHE who taught me that just because a woman is divorced it doesn’t mean God won’t forgive her or that she has to accept the accompanying guilt and shame that society and even her own family may burden her with.
It was SHE who taught me that it’s not the “things” in our lives that matter most, it’s what we learn from our lessons and mistakes, our faith in God, and the people we love, trust and walk beside in our journeys that do.
It was SHE who taught me about living with only my truest convictions … SHE who embodied this feisty, yet powerful cloth of grace from which I’m woven … and SHE who began my greatest punctuation lesson of all!
O-M-SHE!
THAT’S where I got it!
Grandma, my dear angel, for as long as I am lucky enough to be alive here, you will always be that bowl of lumpy Cream Of Wheat I eat on a crisp, cool winter’s morning with my burnt tortillas and hot cup of coffee.
Never shall I part with this “seen better days” Scrabble game of ours that we played together countless of hours. Dare I say that literally cannot wait to have my own grandbabies sitting at that precious game board one day with their “Crazy Grandma Cat” so I can tell them all about YOU, the EPIC legacy YOU left behind, and how it was YOU who made some of the most beautiful brushstrokes across this masterpiece I’ll be working on until that beautiful moment I finally get to cross to The Brighter Side Of Grey and see you again.
Now that I think of it, I just realized that when I started this post, I opened with the exact wrong words. What I should have said was:
Last night I had an epiphany and yet another beautiful TILE fell safely into place in the Scrabble board that is my life!
Here’s hoping you’ll be standing there with my Butterfly, my fallen king, and the many others I’ve lost along the way as the steel magnolia you’ll always be as in my mind, “always bending, but never breaking“, just like the apostrophe you helped me become. It’s okay, Grandma. We’re ready for you to take this game to the next, BEST level of all! It’s unbearable watching you suffer this way, so, to you I sing the Anthem Of The Angels:
White walls surround us. No light will touch your face again. Rain taps the window as we sleep among the dead. Days go on forever, but I have not left your side. We can chase the dark together. If you go then so will I. There is nothing left of you. I can see it in your eyes. Sing the anthem of the angels and say the last goodbye. Cold light above us. Hope fills the heart and fades away. Skin white as winter, as the sky returns to gray. Days go on forever, but I have not left your side. We can chase the dark together, if you go then so will I.
{Breaking Benjamin}
January 4, 1924 ~ December 15, 2016
OCTOBER 17, 2016: “10-5-82” …
Can you imagine being 20 years old before ever having a “Court Order Delayed Birth Certificate” issued to you, because your “birthday” didn’t seem to matter? Not your father. Not your “mother THING“. Not your siblings. NO ONE! Then, as added insult to the original injury and salt on top of the already gaping wound, finding out years later that because of the extremely vague details contained on said “birth certificate”, it was legally useless? Well, it just so happens that I know a guy … the love of my life … THE KING OF MY HEART … who knows exactly how it feels!
To say his childhood was less than optimal is far less than an understatement. That THING all but threw him away beginning the day he was born, then left him for good 18 months later, because, I suppose, he wasn’t as stellar as his older three siblings who were good enough for her to stick around for. It was only ever him she didn’t want, and trust me when I say that it’s been a sobering reality for him to wake to every day. Keep in mind that from the onset of meeting him, and especially once we got married, I’d been all but begged the “family” he was left with after “it” birthed him and bolted to please find some pictures of him as a child. Even one. Just one. Does anyone have even ONE picture from his childhood? But I’ve digressed.
Last year, ROCK STAR won us a company cruise to The Bahamas for his outstanding sales achievements, but because we’d be crossing international waters, he needed a US Passport. If you’ve ever gone through that application process, you know this all too well … ya can’t get a passport without a birth certificate! We diligently began by first having to obtain a “certified copy” from the courthouse since, PS, adding even more insult to the aforementioned injuries, his father, who received it from the court way back when, lost it! As in, he couldn’t be bothered to keep hold of it … HE WENT AND FUCKING LOST IT! But I’ve digressed again. So, we got the certified copy and turned it in with the passport application.
APPLICATION DENIED!
To make a very long, complicated, and infuriating story as short as possible, it was denied because to information on the certified copy of the delayed certificate of birth was so vague, lacking even so much as an official time of birth or the signature of the midwife that delivered him, the State Department wouldn’t accept it as valid enough proof that he WAS indeed actually “born”. Eventually, we ended up sitting in the office of our local state representative, Sam Johnson, explaining all the sordid details to his assistant, who ultimately stepped in, worked a little magic, and managed to get him a one-year “temporary” passport so that we’d be sure and make the cruise. But since we are indeed hoping to travel internationally as much as possible if and when time allows, we still had quite a process to go through in order to obtain a full United States Passport, which “process” sent us on a wild goose chase that looked and SOUNDED something like this …
But, Mr. Williamson, in order to issue you a passport, we need your ORIGINAL birth certificate.
I DON’T HAVE MY ORIGINAL BIRTH CERTIFICATE! THIS IS WHAT I’M TRYING TO TELL YOU! The only record of my birth that ever fucking existed is the “Court Ordered Delayed” birth certificate that was sent to my father years ago and he went and fucking LOST IT!
But Mr. Williamson, the information on your delayed birth certificate is just too vague. We need more information. What about the hospital you were born in? Did you check with them? Surely, THEY have an official record of you?
I WAS BORN IN MY PARENTS’ HOUSE IN IRVING, NOT A HOSPITAL! THERE WAS NEVER AN OFFICIAL RECORD OF MY BIRTH, OR, IF THERE EVER WAS A RECORD OF ANY KIND, IT NO LONGER EXISTS, BECAUSE NOT ONLY DID SHE NEVER WANT ME IN THE FIRST PLACE, SHE CERTAINLY NEVER KEPT A RECORD OF ME!
Well, we’ll need some documented proof that you existed in the system. Perhaps some early childhood records such as medical, dental, immunizations, or maybe even a letter from the school district you were enrolled in.
NO ONE KEPT ANY RECORDS OF ME … THIS IS WHAT I’M TRYING TO TELL YOU!
Well, what about the Census Bureau? Have you checked with the Census Bureau yet? Or your school district? What about the school district you were enrolled in? Can you get a letter from them?
Why can’t you understand this? NO ONE KEPT ANY RECORDS OF ME! I don’t know how else to explain it to you!
Hmm? Okay, well then how about some school pictures? Are there any school pictures of you? Yearbooks maybe? Do you have any of your childhood yearbooks?
NO ONE KEPT ANY RECORDS OF ME! THIS IS WHAT I’M TRYING TO TELL YOU! THERE ARE LITERALLY NO RECORDS OF ME ANYWHERE! NO ONE KEPT ANY RECORDS FOR ME! HOLY SHIT PEOPLE! FML! I FEEL LIKE I’M GOING INSANE!
After well over a year of arduous detective work and psychological assault, not the least of which was the nasty slap in his already tender face by his “brother” (who after having been asked for help by my desperate husband answered “NO” with deafening silence), my husband finally received his United States Passport!
With all of the above being said, I would now like to say this to my KING of a husband who has worked so hard to give me and mine the actual WORLD on a silver platter … the day you were born was indeed one of the miracles of MY life. I love you, Zachariah. I’m so beyond proud to be your wife.
On 10-5-82, the Sun shone a whole lot brighter than it ever had before. Smiling down on me. At only-God knows what time, both hands of time stopped turning and you came waltzing in to change my world for good. And I really don’t know exactly what was going on, but I bet I laughed a lot harder on that day, ’cause my whole world was changing on 10-5-82. On 10-5-82, you breathed your first breath. Suddenly living life meant so much more on the day that you were born. And I didn’t have a clue of all that was transpiring, but I bet the sky was blue and all the world looked new, ’cause everything was changing on 10-5-82.
OCTOBER 5, 2016: “MY Birthday Miracle” …
“9.1.2016”:
Hey [big brother] can you give me a call. I have a favor to ask. We need a copy of your birth certificate to help me get a passport because of my jacked up birth certificate. I’ll explain.
Catherine, he STILL can’t be bothered to help me. It’s as if I don’t matter or even exist. I guess some things will never change.
We now have three of what appear to be the only school pictures that exist of him. Meanwhile, a local congressman had become aware of his abandonment and complete lack of identity and has intervened so he may finally have official recognition as a citizen and hopefully even a U.S. Passport! My husband is our hero and there are no words to describe how lucky we are that “they” have all forsaken him, because HE BELONGS TO US! Their loss is our EVERYTHING! He’s a man on a pedestal as long as he roams this Earth (and surely after he leaves it), and thank you GOD that he chose me and mine to finally call “his home”. And so, with that, HAPPY BIRTHDAY WILLIAMSON! This world is a much better place with you in it!
MIRACLE
Say it once. Tell me twice. Are you certain I’m alright? Just a sign to remind me tomorrow’s worth the fight. Ever changing – the story line that keeps me alive. So make a wish and say: Give me life. Give me love. Star lit angel from above. Not so low. Not so high. Keep it perfectly disguised. Ever changing – the story line that keeps me alive. My Mona Lisa’s making me smile right before my eyes. Take another look. Take a look around. Its you and me, it’s here and now. As you sparkle in the sky I’ll catch you while I can ’cause all we are is all I am. I just want you to see what I’ve always believed … You are the miracle in me. Show me faith like you do. I’m amazed at how you move. Side to side, front to back – you know how to make it last. Ever changing – the story line that keeps us alive. My Mona Lisa’s making me smile. {Shinedown}
OCTOBER 4, 2016: “The Day Of The Homemade Kitchen Flowers” …
I’ve been treating myself with fresh cut flowers once a week for going on five years, despite the fact that Williamson is an avid flower sender. Meanwhile, I’d been hoping that eventually Gia would notice and finally ask me the question for which I’ve been excited and prepared. But I wanted her to be the one to initiate the conversation so my answer would take root in her psyche forever:
me:
“It’s turning out great, right? My homemade ‘kitchen flowers’ make me so happy every week!”
her:
“It’s really pretty this time, mom. Plus, it’s hydrangeas AND lillies, BOTH our favorites! But I have a question. Daddy always sends you flowers, so, why do you need to buy your own?”
me (heart SWELLING):
“Because daughter, WHY NOT? I decided years ago to stop waiting for the world and people in it to “bring me my happy” and get out there and start bringing it to MYSELF! It’s especially important for moms to treat themselves kindly when they can, because it’s a very hard job and sometimes the things moms do and give tend to go unnoticed or recognized, often unintentionally. Life happens and people get busy – ESPECIALLY most daddies – so, moms have to remember to appreciate and value themselves regardless of who else remembers. You’ll always be able to make and find your OWN joy in life, as long as you’re willing to search for it. So, I want you to promise me that when you grow up you’ll treat YOURSELF to flowers often … because … YOU CAN and you DESERVE IT!”
her:
“Mommy? I am SO gonna do that AND have this same talk with your granddaughters one day! We’ll start trend in our family called ‘get yourself some flowers, girl’!”
me:
“You just made my day, Gia! I’ve been WAITING for you to notice that I buy myself flowers and finally ask me why! Now that you know, I really, REALLY hope that someday when you have a house of your own and I stop by to visit that I’ll see ‘kitchen flowers’ on your counter from YOU to YOU!”
🌸
I … AM … BLESSED!
Now, I want to challenge every woman reading this right now to go get herself some “kitchen flowers” TODAY! Life’s too short NOT to live like the queen you truly are, and bringing yourself flowers is one of the most perfect ways to treat yourself like royalty.
AUGUST 31, 2016: “Send Out The Cignal” …
… that moment you’re unknowingly called to stage the house you built so many years ago, which very house is where your heart and soul were literally torn from within your being and the deconstruction of both yours and your son’s life began. And while I am so proud of myself for maintaining my composure as I walked room to room with the client as every haunting memory flooded me, to the point I couldn’t breathe, I find it no coincidence that Williamson just happened to be there.
The irony is that just this morning we both agreed that even with all the personal growth and forward movement I have made since the day I left that life behind, there are still some things that I’ve yet I to let go of despite my insistence I already have. But God is good, and I know I had to walk back into that house for a reason and He EVEN had my best friend with me to help me safely fall apart when we got back in the car. That is all.
HALO
I can see you running, running. Every night from the same darkness. It’s coming, coming. But you are not alone. If you just say the word, I’ll be there by your side. You make me more. You make me superhuman. And if you need me to I will save you. Send out the signal and I’ll fly low. If it means the death of me, I won’t let go. And if I’m lost in the worlds shadows I’ll use the light that comes to me from your halo. When you’re backed against the wall I could be the one who’s always there to break your fall. You are not alone. You’re the Sun. You’re the Day. The Light that guides me through. Never run, run away. I will save you. {Starset}
AUGUST 19, 2016: “The Memories REINVITED!” …
Wow! Just WOW! When this album dropped today, I knew it was gonna be good, but little did I know that it would re-invite some formerly uninvited memories of the past when I was separated from God:
And You? Your love’s defining a generation to settle a score. I once knew trust … but now I’m surrounded by time I’ve wasted and hearts that I stole. I owe to You a second chance … an explanation … a promise I’ll keep for every lie that I told to You. My lungs were failing … hands to the sky … face to the ground … I found that You have no intensions. You honor nothing. And how could this be true? They think so highly of You. You said You would come back for me … said You’d find a safe place. You said that Heaven and stars would never tear us apart. You’ll find the right words even from the wrong ways … You lie. Why won’t you just shut up? I’ll make you fade away. There’s a consequence to every word You say. Don’t you know who I am? I said I would come back for You … said I’d find a safe place. Who knew that Heaven and stars had their own prison bars? I’ll find the right words even from the wrong ways. I lied. I never wanted “so long” to turn into “go away”. There was a time when Your face I held much higher than grace. You are the catalyst to words I would never say. Goodbye! And now I only talk to the dead. Goodbye! I’m gonna see it all your way. What do I do now?
On second thought, no! I was never “separated from God”. He was with me all the while, and my imaginary separation from Him was, perhaps, the biggest lie that the devil had been shoving down my throat of all. Thankfully, those days are gone now.
And Him? His love is defining a generation, but not to settle anymore scores. I very much do know trust, and am surrounded by the precious hearts I stole and an even more precious 86,400 seconds a day that I refuse to waste while I revel in this beautiful life I still get to live with them. Yes, I really did owe Him a second chance … an explanation … and a promise I’ll keep for every lie that I told. My lungs are no longer failing … hands to the sky … face to the ground. I find that yes, He has only the best intensions for me and mine. He’s honored everything … this I know to be true … and while not everyone thinks so highly of Him … I MOST CERTAINLY DO! He said He would come back for me. He said He’d find a safe place. He said that Heaven and stars would never tear us apart … AND THEY WON’T! He’ll find the right words even from the wrong ways every single time I still lie. Thank you, GOD, that You never just shut up, and I promise that I’ll never ask you to fade away again. Yes, there really is a consequence to every word He says. Yes, he knows who I am. My “Heaven and stars” no longer have prison bars … they are my only true freedom. Goodbye!
DECEMBER 30, 2015: “Dear Frog,” …
Dear Frog,
2,410 days have passed since the first time you said “I love you”.
1,885 days have passed since the night you gave me your heart, a little silver band, and a promise of the best life any man could provide.
1,884 days have passed since Gia and I moved into your tiny apartment in Fairview after my father said these words to you:
You’re a loser who will never amount to anything and you’ll NEVER be my son in law. MY son in law lives there!
… then he pointed out the window to the very beautiful house I’d long since left behind and was never going back to.
COUNTLESS days have passed since our story began that you never cease to amaze me. You are my hero, literally, and if we had to go back to the apartment in Fairview I would happily go. I could live anywhere, as long as you’re there. It’s not about the “house”, it’s about the “home”. You’re a prince among men and I’m so thankful for you today. You have given us EVERYTHING, and I’m so damn proud to be your wife. I will love you forever, every single day, then eternally after that should you have to leave here before I do.
~ Butterfly
NOVEMBER 16, 2015: “Dear Boot Camp Family” …
This morning, while I was boxing up the remnants of “The Frog & The Butterfly” festivities, I came across a forgotten note that our daughter Gia had written, unbeknownst to us, evidently in preparation for the possibility that she, as my maiden of honor, would have to give a speech at the reception. When a friend of ours had informed her that she may indeed have to say a little something, she was super excited and evidently more than par to the task. However, as you can imagine, with all of the fast-paced excitement and shenanigans that morning, some of our plans went awry, and her speech never did happen.
Meanwhile, I found the note at the bottom of the little bag she had with her at the venue, and although I am so overwhelmingly disappointed that she never got to actually have her special moment that day, I now feel it is imperative that I share with you all what she wrote. Keep in mind that a week or so before she had come to me one afternoon with a barrage of “boot camp questions”, i.e.:
Mommy, so what did they did to you in there?” “What exactly happened? Did it hurt? Did you cry? Was it scary? Was it fun? Did they make you run or do jumping jacks? Since it’s called boot camp, were they dressed like soldiers?
Lol. And also, “Who exactly are the main people from Boot Camp, and are they going to be there on Sunday I hope? I always hear you talking about Jim and Elizabeth, and I know who Miss Dana is, and Mr. Mike, and the pretty lady at dinner with the baby at Mr. Mike’s house. But who else? Can you tell me their names?” I answered all her questions to the best of my ability, knowing NOTHING of this written speech until this morning (and I am typing it as-is, verbatim, misspellings and all) …
I don’t even know where to start. My mom has done soo much, to make shure her kids are happy, healthy, and most of all, loved. She is a hard worker, a great wife, an the absolute BEST mom. And when God put me on this earth, I must of been a very lucky baby to be put in the care and loving arms of my mom. Shes brave, loving, kind, sweet, forgiving, and always, always has warm loveing open arms to catch you if you fall. My mom is always there when you need her and even when you don’t. She comforts me when I am scared, gives me hugs when im sad, and helps me if I don’t understand. She has inspired me to be the best girl I can be and theres probably no one here in this room but me that knows what my mom and dad have gone through together. If my mom thought for just one minute, that me and Zack (my dad) didn’t click or absolutely love each other she wouldn’t have married him. But I loved him and I still love him to this day. My dad who even though he is my step dad he doesn’t call me his step daughter, he just calls me his daughter, nothing else no “step” is allowed. Even to his friends he says my “daugther”, my “daughter”, and before all of this happened, before she met my dad she was always sad. Then she whent to this thing called bootcamp and no one knows what they did to her in there but it was a miracle. So her bootcamp family, Jim carrol, and Elizabeth Carrol, david bishop, dana hamman, Jhon hoback, and all her bootcamp family, so many I can’t even name them all, all played a big part in the women my mom is today. So thank you all and mom I know you wont always be able to protect me but I want you to know I will always be your little girl. I love you momy. Thank you.
So, with that, please be blessed today and walk upright and proud in all that you do, give, and fight for on behalf of all the broken people who have walked through your doors (many who don’t even know they are broken, and even more who don’t take it seriously) in an attempt to make this effed up, crazy world that we live in a little bit nicer place, one “boot camper” at a time. If ever any of you find a shred of doubt within your hearts as to whether the work you are doing is “real or not real”, please read, then re-read this note and know that it came straight from the heart of an innocent little 10-year old girl whose still pure heart doesn’t quite know how to “not call it like she sees it”. And trust me, SHE’S SEEN IT! She is neither a celebrity, nor a paid spokesperson, and quite frankly still doesn’t know from Adam (or if she does know, doesn’t care) that Mommy’s “boot camp family” is now on TV. She’s just a kid who watched her “very sad” Mommy walked out the door to something called boot camp where a bunch of total strangers helped her come home four days later very HAPPY AND CHANGED and our lives have never been the same since! I have thanked you all before, and attempted to credit you at every possible turn with not just my personal testimony of words, but with a life well-lived that is living proof with which to credit you.
Before I walked into that place that on that “Wednesday that changed everything” seven years ago, I was anything but a “brave, loving, kind, sweet, forgiving, and always, always has warm loveing open arms to catch you if you fall” kind of girl. Well, scratch that. I was and always HAVE been that girl, it just took bunch of hearts like yours to help me pull my head out of my butt once and for all so that I could get the hell out of my own way and begin to LIVE! I love you all, and you know that. But the words right here from my daughter? The most POWERFUL “Life Enrichment Boot Camp” testimony of all! THIS HERE FOLKS IS REAL FOKS, and “real” means everything to me these days! Her precious words are as authentic as it gets. Thank you for everything you’ve given me and all the things THIS little boot camp “survivor by default” is going to be as a result of the women you helped her momma become! That is all.
NOVEMBER 1, 2015: “The Frog, The Butterfly & The Halo” …
11.01.15
Because, you see, when this man makes a promise, he keeps it! In case you didn’t know by now, when Williamson and I got married on this day exactly five years, it was at 8:15pm on a Monday night in our dear friends’ theatre room. At that time, we had very little support and even less resources to fund an actual wedding. But that was the way it was. Still, on that first night, once we arrived “home” to our little apartment in Fairview, he did, of course, stop me at the door to pick me up and carry me over the threshold, but not before grabbing my hands, looking me straight into the eyes, and saying these most beautiful words that I will never forget:
Catherine Marie Williamson, I love you, wife. Thank you for marrying me and finally giving me a real home. I promise you with all that I am that some day you will have a proper wedding … and a big, fat wedding ring … and a cake … and flowers … and an actual castle … and a life befitting a princess. You just have to give me a little time and have a lot of faith. Can you do that?
I looked him back straight in his eyes and said, “I love you too Zachariah. I trust you.” BECAUSE I DID! Now here we are, five years to the day, and guess who made good on his promise? You should know that he planned pretty much everything you see here and did the majority of the work putting this all together. He poured his literal heart and soul into making this day happen and my part in this production was minimal. This day was a dream come true and a promise kept for the both of us.
Thank you so much to everyone who came to support us for this hard-earned special day (some from MILES away)! We love all of you … and especially my “maidens” (and the moms who got them there) who not only treated me like a queen, but whose innocent giggles, laughter, joy and excitement made it all the better! I finally got to walk down the aisle the way we always dreamed that I would with “his first song to me” that ended up becoming my song to him playing in the beautiful sanctuary. It was literally a fairytale dream come true for both of us …. “The Frog & The Butterfly”.
OCTOBER 26, 2015: “For The First Time (Again)” …
Catherine Marie Williamson, I love you, wife. Thank you for marrying me and finally giving me a real home. I promise you with all that I am that some day you will have a proper wedding … and a big, fat wedding ring … and a cake … and flowers … and an actual castle … and a life befitting a princess. You just have to give me a little time and have a lot of faith. Can you do that?
{“Every Day (For The Rest Of Our Lives)“}
Dare I remember that night not too long ago when he sent me this song. I really did need need him them but it really was hard for him to find the time with his temporary job on the unemployment line. Meanwhile, here we are just a week away from yet another of his promises kept. He’s marrying me again … but for the first time. Only time will tell what lies ahead, but sufficed to say that he has already given me a life befitting a princess.
DECEMBER 5, 2014: “Can You Hear Me?” …
DECEMBER 5, 2014: “Roots & Wings” …
OCTOBER 18, 2014: “The Book Of Life” …
JULY 14, 2014: “Six. Simple. Words.” …
We train others how to treat us.
They’re six of the most important words I’ve ever heard in my life, echoed again today by a real estate teacher, author, and mentor of mine in a class he was teaching. Ironically, I had already heard these exact words before from “Debbie G”, a colleague I’d called upon for some advice a year ago when dealing with a buyer that I just couldn’t come to terms with. She probably has no idea of the impact those six powerful words she spoke while coaching me through “the buyer from hell” ordeal had on not only my professional life, but my personal life as well. Ever since she said it, I have chanted them to myself daily.
I am so grateful to be a woman living in a day and time where I can choose to further not only my education, but my wisdoms of life in general and feel completely supported in doing so. You see, I am a woman who was first a daughter, then a wife, then a mom, and then a real estate agent and home stager. A career in real estate was not a natural choice for me, and in fact, if left solely to my former self’s complete lack of self-confidence and subconscious “fear of succeeding”, I suppose I’d still be hiding somewhere in a perfectly manicured palace of oblivion on a road I have since left behind. I would never have fully realized not only my potential, but my true love and appreciation of life, learning and people in general. But alas, I turn to yet another one of my favorite lifetime mantras, “everything happens for a reason“!
Yes, this is the edict I have chosen to adopt over the course of many lifetimes, loves, and tragedies, and the one voice inside my psyche that faithfully pulls my little train down this ever-rambling track. Even that buyer transaction from hell, brokerage colleagues, and real estate teachers happened for a reason.
No thanks, I’ll pass! I wouldn’t do that to myself, a loved one, or quite frankly even a stranger, so YOU may not do that to me. I’ll train YOU how to treat ME, and that’s JUST the way it is!
What a coincidence that two people I’ve grown to respect in the fledgling state of my career have both said these most important “six words” to me! Perhaps I should tattoo them in reverse on my forehead, so I see them every time I look in a mirror.
On my way home from school this afternoon, I kept thinking about how much I wanted to literally jump out of my seat in class today when I heard my teacher say those words I now so fondly relish and yell,
YES! This is what I’ve been saying to myself almost every day since Debbie G said these words to me during my buyer transaction from hell!
Wow, do you think they would have thought I was nuts, or what? During that same ride home, I couldn’t help but notice that I was smiling from ear to ear, richer still with yet another treasured light bulb moment! My point being that I am inspired, on fire, and completely elated with my newfound freedom to take every opportunity I can to absorb every shred of wisdom from those who have gone before me through doors I am constantly preparing to open. Of course, I will take and apply this principal to my real estate practice, and most especially where my agency is concerned. But more so than that, I am practicing this principal in my everyday life as well, and I gotta tell ya, it sure feels good to know what I know and why I know it, and further, to daily permit myself to “just say no” now and again, rather than letting some people run me over with their chaos busses. Boundaries are superb my friends! They send a smokescreen into our atmosphere that reads …
Respect for human boundaries of any shape or form is implicit in the survival of our very souls. And for the record, with this post I do so hope that both “the colleague and the coach” fully realize the impact those six simple words have had on me.
JUNE 18, 2014: “The Wasted Years” …
Son,
Although I didn’t make a big deal today when you mentioned how much you loved this song, an actual chill ran down my spine and across my skin when you told me and just can’t say it enough! That song has so much meaning to me and I listened to it when I was at The Meadows the day before I came home. It was as though God Himself needed me to hear it so I could start to understand the way my own mind and heart were truly broken and sick. Believe it or not that song played a huge part in my ultimate decision to once and finally turn my life inside out and somehow attempt to rise above myself.
There’s a game life plays, makes you think you’re every thing they ever said you were.
You see, that’s how I got sick! The constant criticisms from grandma and grandpa, MY VERY OWN PARENTS (who, although you never knew it, were very much like your own), and unfortunately even your Dad? Those were the three people in this world that I loved, trusted, and counted on the most to validate and protect me from harm, yet the only way any of them seemed to know how to “love”, “accept”, or “validate” anyone was based on certain conditions being met. “If you do this you are bad, but if you don’t do that you are good!” “If you don’t follow our advice and do exactly as we say then we will wash our hands of and be done with you.” Seriously? IT’S SO FUCKING SCREWED UP! That’s not how love is supposed to work at all. If you really love someone, you just love them with no strings attached and no contingencies.
Was it life I betrayed for the shape that I’m in?
You and me Christian? We are BOTH our own worst enemies! Because we have both heard over and over and over again the “love you/hate you, you’re good/no, you’re bad” messages, now they play as negative tapes rolling repeatedly in the back of our minds such that neither of us know who the fuck we are anymore!
We sold our souls to their “works and deeds based affections” and the endless price tags they came with, and have now only failed ourselves by believing that “love” is only valueless bargaining chip people use to get what they want! And do you want to know what the saddest irony in all of this is? Somehow I believe that they do love me Christian, just as I believe they love you, too! None of them purposely set out to emotionally cripple or abuse us, but at the same time, even to this day they neither recognize or account for any of it! They all learned how to love from their own toxic family webs, so the Venom suit lives on! Your job now (as was mine the time I first heard this) is to “take some time and clear away everything you’ve planned”.
You have to retrain your brain and teach it to be kinder to YOU! We are surrounded by all these people Christian, who “love us the most in this world”, yet only with conditions. Love is not supposed to be this way, and it’s why you’re so mean to yourself Christian. You’ve been told so many times that “you’re a fuck up, a moron and a loser ” (but then five minutes later, “no, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that”), that you literally don’t know who or WHAT you really are other than to say to yourself that you are “probably more bad than good”.
If I could change my life, be a simple kind of man, try to do the best I can. If I could see the signs, I’d derail every path I could. Now I’m about to die, won’t you clear away a path, give me strength to fly away.
You see, this is the part of the song! I knew it was going to hurt everyone, and most especially you and your sister, and that it also might cost me everything. But I truly was “about to die” if I couldn’t find that strength to clear my own path and finally “fly away”, so I had to make a choice. If I had done “the good, right, and unselfish thing” that your grandparents and dad kept guilting me towards and stayed in that toxic cycle with your dad, not only would it have ended up literally physically killing me, but sooner or later it would have irreparably damaged both my kids. So, I had to choose the lesser of two evils. I had to be “selfish”, choose ME, turn my life inside out, and therefore in my mind clear a better path for you and Gia.
Christian, I’m so glad you are seemingly opening your eyes to yourself and how you have became so angry, cynical, and untrusting. I’ve been praying to God every night since I left that house that some day you would understand why I had to leave! I don’t want either you or your sister somehow becoming me at age 40 and being hauled off to a facility with nothing but “wasted years” behind you. If I’d have known, understood, or realized even a shred of “me” at your age, 21, well who knows what could have been, right? The point is I don’t want you to spend too many more years being angry, broken and despising yourself. YOU’VE TORTURED YOURSELF ENOUGH! You have to find a way get out of your own way now and put down some of that heavy stuff so that you don’t end up driving yourself either crazy, dead, or ALONE! And I’m sorry for this “wall” of a text message but I love you so much and every day that goes by I believe you are getting closer to rising above yourself, too, and leading a happy and peace-filled existence. You and I have both learned the very hard way by now that life is too damn precious and fragile. No more “Wasted Years”, okay?
~ “BMITW”
WASTED YEARS
There’s a game life plays – makes you think you’re everything they ever said you were. I’d like to take some time to clear away everything I’ve planned. Was it life I’ve betrayed for the shape that I’m in? It’s not hard to fail, it’s not easy to win. Did I drink too much? Did I disappear? Well there’s nothing that’s left but wasted years. There’s nothing left but wasted years. If I could change my life I’d be a simple kind of man try to do the best I can. If I could take the sides, I’d derail every path I could. I’m about to die, won’t you clear away from me and give me strength to fly away? Was it life I’ve betrayed for the shape that I’m in? It’s not hard to fail, it’s not easy to win. Did I drink too much? Did I disappear? Well there’s nothing that’s left but wasted years. {Cold}
JUNE 5, 2014: “Thank You For Loving Me” …
… that moment it was your first official day out of the house after a helpless fourteen straight days in bed and you’re now on a date with your husband, who after having spent that same fourteen days trying to do every little thing you usually do as a working wife and mother grabs your hands, looks you straight in the eyes and says:
Honey, I just wanted to say thank you! This last 14 days have opened my eyes and I have so much more appreciation for all the things you do to make all our lives happen yet make it look effortless. Now I understand who you are as a woman even more than I already thought I did. I honestly didn’t get it until now. I love you Catherine Williamson. Thank you for being my wife!
… then you fall back in love with him all over again and can’t even believe just how much you’ve been needing to have exact validation for going on 22 years. No, Zachariah … I love YOU … and I thank God for you “every day”!
JUNE 1, 2014: “The Ghost That Make You Feel Close” …
Dear Tonya,
Wow! Thanks a lot and now I’m in tears. I literally cannot remember the last time anyone other than my husband, sister, son or daughter have ever said such things to me. I know there are people who know “some of what I’ve been through” but not too many people will say the words. Okay so before this week is over I am going to send you what parts of The Diary I already have, but I still have so far to go. Everything about Zack and me is still too overwhelming for me to even begin to write about, although I’m sure the words will come to me just like all the rest have when it’s time.
I am so thankful for this season of change in my life. Yes, I do very much so believe that your brother would have wanted this for me, and also understand how this makes you feel closer to him. That’s how I felt during those first years after he left us when I was always in Louisiana with your Mother.
As far as Zack’s take on my deep bond to your family and my failure to somehow “with time” have Mitch “and that two years” just somehow fade away? It’s just something he has always understood and THIS is why he is who he is to me. He isn’t offended to live with my ghosts and he has genuinely embraced them with me. I am so lucky and I can’t say it enough. Not many men could do it! Peter certainly couldn’t! He didn’t get it at all, and to him Mitch was just “the guy she dated while we were divorced the first time who hit a brick wall on his motorcycle and died“. His response to my inability to let it all go was:
Well, just get over it. People die, I get that, but stop making it all about you! Be happy with your car, your house and all your Louis Vuitton bags and TAKE CARE OF MY KIDS please while I’m out here working so you can live in this house again and get to shop at Neiman Marcus however and whenever you want. Whahhh, you’re so mistreated Catherine! Get over your damn self!
That’s what Pete thought about me and Mitch. Do you see what I’m saying? But with Zack? Not so much. He cried when I told him about “that day and night” and has never ONCE failed to realize that just plays out loud in my head and often from out of nowhere, an when it does, he just holds me and cries with me all over again! He’s an angel, I’m telling you, he really is. Thanks for all you’ve said Tonya. I am so happy you’ll move to Texas one day. For real!
MAY 31, 2014: “Because It’s NEVER Really Goodbye” …
Dear Catherine:
I just wanted to say that I’m so happy we reconnected. I know, initially, my reason was to see if you could help me and Steve. But just talking to you, I get what an awesome person you are. Inside and out. I knew the first time I met you that you were the one. I wish things could’ve turned out different, but you DID say you believe in fate. And Zach was your fate. I’m so happy you’ve found the love that you deserve. This is going to sound strange but reconnecting with you makes me feel a little bit closer to Mitch. Is that weird? He would’ve wanted us to stay in touch. I’m sorry I didn’t. Especially knowing now what you’ve been through. I wish I could’ve been there for you. But the situation being what it was, I don’t know if that would’ve helped or hurt you even more with me being a constant reminder. You’re a beautiful, strong, amazing woman and no amount of surgery or disfigurement could EVER change that. Zach sees it. You should too. But I get where you’re coming from. It would just be nice to feel “complete” physically. Well, I love you and I’m looking forward to spending more tine with you when I become a Texan. BTW…I’ve always wondered….does Zach ever feel strange that we’ve reconnected? Just a thought. Oh, and don’t forget to send me that Diary. I’m a big girl and I can take it. My memories of him are all wonderful. Nothing can change that. Also, it’s always interesting reading about the same experience from someone else’s perspective.
G’night. – Tonya
MARCH 22, 2014: “How A Broken Toe May Have Saved My Life” …
Are you, like me, one of those who believes that EVERY single thing, and I mean EVERY tiny little thing, happens for a reason and purpose much greater than we can even fathom? Just a few hours ago the absolutely unthinkable almost happened to me for second time in my life I might add and be it not for a few quirky little mishaps that materialized in the last 24 hours from literally out of nowhere and for no “apparent” reason I believe in my heart of hearts I might no longer be here to write this.
Last night, I broke my toe simply walking by a piece of furniture in the dark. Snapped that sucker all the way to the left YES, I DID, and right then and there was the icing on the really horrible cake I’d been choking down this entire week! If you’ve ever broken your toe by the way, you know there’s not really much to do about it other than to just “snap it back” in place, tape it to the next one then go on about your merry way. Meanwhile, today I had not one, but two empty new builds to stage for my husband’s subdivision, so, I really couldn’t sit around whining about my toe.
When I’m in full “staging mode”, nothing slows me down until I am finished, so while at my first staging I heard a “non-family” text alert coming from the bottom of one of my bins, I thought about not checking it, because I still lots to do, but for no good reason that I can explain, did go ahead and stop to dig the phone out from the bottom of the bin.
I looked at the text and saw that it was from a client friend about how excited she was for the impending closing on their new home. For a split second I did turn to put the phone back inside the bin but then I stopped and looked down at my aching foot which was now turning purple from stepping on it all morning and made the decision to sit at the foot of the stairs that lead to the second-floor story of this house, give my foot a rest for a minute and answer the text to my client. Just as I sat down to and began reply to her, I heard the front door of the house open but just assumed it was my husband coming from his model home up the street to check in or say hi, so I never even looked up from my phone. Once I did, however, I found myself surrounded by three very large men, two of whom were wearing hoodies, and NONE of whom had any business inside a vacant $500K home in Las Colinas, Texas.
I immediately realized what was probably about to happen, and although I’m not quite sure how I managed to get that text to my husband, because quite frankly I was adrenalin dumping with panic, I did:
PLEASE COME NOW! I think I’m in trouble. Strange men here. 911. NO JOKE!
From there I just tried making small talk with them, two of whom were still standing directly before me as I sat at the foot of the stairs and one of whom was looking through all my staging bins, wandering through the other rooms and looking out each of the windows. Before I knew it the one who had been looking out the windows nodded to one of the others and they all rushed quickly out the door. Evidently, he had seen my husband sprinting up the street from his model home!
So, what do you think? Random coincidence with the aching foot and goofy text from my client? NOPE I DO NOT THINK SO! I believe that we all have an angel that God has personally assigned to us and that my angel was maneuvering right alongside me all afternoon urging me to go against my natural propensity to “not stop, not sit and not get on my phone while I’m working”. Be it not for the fact that I just so happened to have dug that phone out of the bin then sat down to return that text, such that my fingers were literally on the phone less than thirty seconds before those men entered that that house, I would have either been brutally assaulted or even dead today.
My emotions are raw right now and I’m feeling both blessed and traumatized. So, I’m gonna take a hot bath, say some prayers of gratitude and maybe swallow an anxiety pill as well. I’ll also be letting my husband hold me for the rest of the night until I fall safely asleep so that I’ll hopefully move past all this nonsense in the morning. And as for you Mrs. Martin? OMG – LOVE YOU GIRL! Thank you for texting me when I was working. THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! You can’t begin to imagine how grateful I am for you at this moment. I think YOUR angel must have been talking to MY angel this morning and you were supposed to call me.
JUNE 8, 2013: “Our Driving Force” …
After a lifetime of having absolutely NOTHING, both materially or otherwise, then the last FIVE years of unselfishly giving everything he did have away (like that time he emptied out his “new car savings fund” to pay for my daughter’s tuition to private school), Zachariah Lucas Williamson finally gets something JUST FOR HIM!
No one could deserve it more, and truth be told, after everything he’s gone through for the sake of me and mine without ever complaining or holding it over my head? He should have gotten a freaking Bentley! I’m so happy for my husband and so damn PROUD of him right now! And by the way, how’s THAT for ya “big brother and his wife” who have always “jokingly” referred to my husband as the “Zack Of Shit“? Today is the best day EVER!
MARCH 10, 2013: “The Ray Of Light From Ireland” …
Dear Helen & Stuart,
Since about 7:00pm Dallas time last night, I’ve been in between “speechless” and “tears”, shaking my head with hand over mouth in complete and total disbelief. Please also know exactly how poignant, powerful, and meaningful the beyond thoughtful gesture was to my husband, as well.
Over the last few years, my “process” has taken me to some of the darkest and loneliest places. Hmm, wait, Stuart, did you happen to know this already? Lol. So, the search to find “me” was both tragic and beautiful, but yes, I did, indeed, “find me”. Along with everything else I’ve discovered about myself, I’ve also discovered that one of my purposes in this life is to reach out to the broken, lost, and shattered people that happen to cross my path and metaphorically wrap them in the big cozy blanket of knowing they are not at all alone. My heart literally aches when I see another human being suffering and wish I had a magic wand to just “bop” everyone through their healing.
There’s an organization here in Dallas called “Life Enrichment Boot Camp“. People who are struggling with mental wealth or relationship issues walk through the doors on a Wednesday night and leave a few days later feeling refreshed, renewed, and “free” from their emotional baggage. They learn to forgive those who have hurt them, and, most importantly, learn to forgive themselves for simply being human. It’s the same boot camp that I was literally dragged to about four years ago as a last ditch effort to help me pull my own head out of my ass, because even the finest of, err, “facilities” in this world didn’t quite get the job done. It was there at the camp where I began to truly find healing and “freedom” from my jaded past. Meanwhile, four years later, now I volunteer at this camp as often as I can and “give back” to the same system that help me save my own damn life.
That being said, I want you to know that for me, being at camp on those weeks isn’t always easy. . It takes everything I have to stand surrounded by a 100 or more people that often are only inches away from the same “Death’s Door” threshold that I was standing at when I walked into that boot camp. It drains the life out of me just about every time, because as I have already said, for whatever reason I, as a human being, and very much physically affected by other people’s pain. It’s quite overwhelming to hear the never-ending stories, tragedies, and traumas. By the time Saturday afternoon rolls around and all of the new-found joys and freedoms of the campers are ringing loud in the halls of the boot camp, I’m ready to just run out the doors, speed home as fast possibly, take a long, hot bath, crawl into bed, and literally hide underneath the covers until Sunday morning. That’s how much it wears me out! Still, for all the emotional energy it drains me of, the reward of knowing that I’ve helped change lives is worth every single tear I secretly shed for those people.
Imagine the irony, then, when Zack found that package at on doorstep last night. You see, this particular boot camp was tougher than usual, so, on my way home yesterday afternoon I couldn’t stop crying, and remember driving down the road and thinking to myself:
My gosh! Is any of this worth it? Will any of these people ever remember me? Will ANY of the people I’ve reached out to in my lifetime think of me one day and smile? Is anything that I’m trying to accomplish really going to matter, and will I have truly made a positive impression on even one human being’s life before I leave here?
Yes, indeed, this is the conversation I was having with myself when I was on the way home from boot camp. So, I got home from camp around 4pm yesterday, and the plan was “supposed to be” that I take a bath and a small nap so that when Zack got home at 7pm we could maybe catch a movie and a bite. Not to be! Once Zack called at 6 to say he was headed home, I told him that I’d had a very rough camp this time, that I was physically and emotionally drained, and that all I wanted was to stay in bed. In fact, I couldn’t even manage an appetite, so I asked if he minded to pick himself up something to eat for dinner. He patiently agreed, and an hour later walked into our bedroom (where I was STILL laying on the bed in the same clothes I wore to camp, because, again, I was literally too smashed to move or even take that much-awaited bath) and greeted me with the most beautiful arrangement of flowers, a big kiss, a hug, and a question.
Hey honey, did you know there’s a huge package for you at the front door?
A minute later he walks back into the room with this GINORMOUS package in his arms,
Um, honey, have you been shopping on the internet? This is from Ireland? Silver Hill Foods? Do you have any idea?
I sat up in the bed and my jaw hit the ground! WHAT THE HELL? I couldn’t speak! Literally, my jaw was stuck on the floor with BOTH my hands covering my mouth as I stood there physically stunned and immobile.
You have no idea what you’ve done! For the record, I was just kidding with that post! Really? You did this for me? Stuart and Helen, please know that with the exception of my husband and my children, no one has ever “done or given” to me in such a way as this. NEVER EVER EVER! Not in this way. And of all things in my life that I hold dearest? Yes, I am truly the girl who hid underneath a comforter (never as nice as these though) for so many years that I cannot even tell you. It used to be the only place I felt safe – “underneath a comforter”. I have always loved and craved that cozy, yummy envelopment, and NO WAY I will ever understand why you did this for me.
I will never forget this and I will never be able to properly show my gratitude. My husband even got a little teary-eyed, by the way. No one has ever done anything like this for him either!
You see, honey? You HAVE made some positive impressions on people, just like I’m always trying to tell you!
These gifts you have given me and my family are more valuable and priceless than even a bag full of gold, and we will treasure these for as long as we are alive on this earth. It’s not just “the blankets”, it’s the thought. Someone thought of ME this time! SOMEONE THOUGHT OF ME! I love you both dearly and thank you, thank you, thank you so much! We cannot wait for the day that either we are all in Ireland or you are all here in the States. Our humble home will always be yours when you are near Dallas here you will be treated like royalty!
~ Love The Williamsons!
FEBRUARY 4, 2013: “Keeping Score With The Jonses” …
Today it came to my attention that there is yet another human being in crisis, standing at what may be one of the most profound crossroads of her life. Let me preface by saying that she and I share a hugely strange, albeit deeply connected personal journey and story. How we happened into each other’s lives is nothing short of fate, and most definitely unbelievable. You see, she is my son’s “ex”, an amazing and beautiful young soul who sufficed to say I love very much. “She is me” and “I am her” with 24 years between us, and just as the personal journey I’ve been on has kept me in constant backward motion to, irony of all ironies, about 24 years ago when the first signs of my deeply complicated and broken condition began to show through the cracks in my facade, likewise it seems she’s now heading towards the enlightenment phase of her own personal journey in not quite her 20th year. I could wax poetic as to all the ways she and I were destined to collide into each other this way at VERY moment in time, but even with all my words would fail to give credence to the story.
So, yes, she and I are both at a crossroad: She’s falling forward, and I’ve been falling backwards. I have had the opportunity the “me” in her that I could have been had I discovered my self-portrait much sooner, and likewise she the opportunity to look ahead with her ringside seat to my life and perhaps avoid some of my pitfalls. She has discovered the first elusive piece that rests in the center of “her” (the same exact piece it took me 40 plus years to find) and tragic truths about her childhood. With brutal amounts of self-discovery and honesty, mountains of “heart” work, faith, determination, and support, she now can complete her own self-portrait much sooner than I was able to. She’s 24 years ahead of my curve!
So, how does all this correlate to “Keeping Score With the Joneses”? Tonight, she posted this on Facebook:
… I keep getting disappointed but I’m not lowering my expectations.
Good girl! Follow your heart! Listen to the voice of your far too wise beyond years intuition! Her post fetched many words of wisdom and “support”, not the least of which was this:
Just keep the expectations low. When people follow through it will seem like they over delivered, win win.
Okay, I get where they were going with that. But then again, not so much. So, I said this:
Well, rather than “lowering” your expectations, why not instead identify “how, who and why” you ever arrived at them in the first place. When we are young, we learn to set our expectations in accordance with the ones we first saw setting their own and then end up running in “shoes that don’t quite fit” and keep wondering why we fall. The ability to make our own expectations much healthier and right for ourselves is a miracle. When you get there, build firm boundaries around those expectations and protect them with everything inside you.
Yes, that’s it! Introspect is powerful. Clarity is beautiful. They’re freeing, amazing, creative AND the beginning of the best parts of our lives. I’m guessing I’ve known this principal all the while and have been slowly heading towards it, but tonight it finally bubbled to the surface and now I’ve truly “defined it”. I cannot help but recognize certain things in people, and I see pieces of myself in everyone. With that, my heart and arms are now wide open, and I will no longer hoard all these wisdoms. Right or wrong, they are meant to be shared, because just as we have all heard that “hurt people hurt people”, I believe that “healed people heal people”.
Hmm. I think I’ve also discovered that this grand reveal may also tie into my real estate business. Some of you may know that deciding to get a real estate license has been a journey for me as well, and if I have learned nothing in the fledgling stage of my agency, it’s that client relations is a pretty tough gig that only the strong can survive. The human state of mind and its accompanying “expectations” are literally all over the place, so, I’m sure I’m not the only agent who has wondered on many occasions,
How in the HELL am I going to do this? Nothing is ever good enough. and no one ever seems to really be happy with a single thing anyone does for them! What ever happened to that EPIC, age-old adage: YA GET WHAT YA GET, AND YA DON’T THROW A FIT! …
Don’t we all really want The Sun, The Moon, and The Stars? We want what we want, no matter the cost, and lo and behold, we MUST have it! It doesn’t matter who we step on or the backs we break to achieve our heart’s desire (sometimes even our own), because we want what we want and that is that! Yes, sirs and ma’ams, I am here to tell you that I of all people once had my own bar set so high that there was no way WAY anyone was ever going to reach it, either for me or with me. I’d created a set of personal goals that were tantamount to nothing less than death.
You see, I was raised in a “works and deeds” based value system, where neither affection, approval, pride, or affirmation were freely given, but rather, they had to be “earned”. With that, not even the Joneses were good enough to keep up with:
Go higher, run faster, do better, accumulate more, work until your dead, and oh yah, he with the most ‘stuff’ wins!
In the meantime, if you happen to fall short of what the world expects you to achieve, never let them see you fall! After all, perception is everything, and “what will people think”? Holy shit! OMG again:
Just keep expectations low. When people follow through it will seem like they over delivered, win win.
Now why did that statement not sit so well with me? It’s because that’s what I, too, used to say to my own self in some cop-out attempt to pre-excuse falling short of the bar that I wasn’t even sure why I wanted set so high.
Let’s all chase our own dreams, folks, not somebody else’s! What’s right for one may not be right for the other, and guess what? THAT’S OKAY! More than that, even the Joneses have cracks in their storybook, dreamlike, lollipops and rainbows foundations. Just lift the roof and look inside the homes of even the most seemingly perfect “Joneses” and you may find that they are struggling too! Let’s give ourselves a break folks, and maybe even each other! As long as we’re not all living under bridges, we’ll survive!
Unconditional love, compassion, and empathy for the human condition is 100% free of charge, and nope, you certainly don’t need a 3.25% interest rate over 30 years to afford all the things you really “need’! Sometimes, less is truly more, and I say this to you having lived on both sides of that coin. I once was “a Jones” who lived in my own bright and shiny palace, with, you guessed it, nothing but what otherwise seemed to be lollipops and rainbows surrounded me. I refused to let anyone see the cracks in my own foundation, because “OMG, what would people think if they knew the truth?”
So, I lived with the lies and the perpetuated the farce that I created to protect not only my image, but my family’s. Meanwhile, none of that “stuff” would have done me a damn bit of good had I ended up resting in the heart of a graveyard six feet beneath my own oblivion. So, I let all the “stuff” go and figured out what I REALLY wanted and needed, and as it turned out, it wasn’t quite what the rest of the “Joneses” would have expected. As it turns out, once I finally figured all this out, some pretty good “stuff” (and by “stuff”, I do not just mean “stuff”) is coming right back to me, only, now, I appreciate it even more! It seems as though the less I want, the more I get, and nope, I’m not even lying!
Oh, and one last thing …
By no means am I saying that it’s bad or wrong to want a bunch of “stuff”. It is, after all, human nature, and uh, YAH, sometimes “stuff” is fun! What I am proposing is that we all think long and hard before deciding what we want and WHY we want it before we hit the ground running a race that may or may not worth be running when it is all said and done. After all, we sure can’t take any of it with us, now, can we? So, let’s just stop keeping score with all those Jonses? Just sayin’.
DECEMBER 31, 2012: “What It Really Means To Have EVERYTHING” …
This Friday, Zack and I closed escrow on a brand new house for a dear friend and client. At almost 50, this GODLY, Nigerian man from London, England who’d been saving every penny for years finally got himself a piece of the “American dream”! There are no words to describe the look of pride, accomplishment, and gratitude on his face at the last signed closing document, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just done. He was like a little boy sitting in front of a tower of presents on Christmas morning! It was hard for me not to cry, but indeed I resisted, because this was his moment, not mine. He’d been living at his brother’s since having arrived from London three years ago. He’s a simple man of meager means, but after the closing Zack said to him:
So, when’s the big move? Can we arrange to get a truck or help in any way?
Oh, no truck necessary, friend. With the exception of my mattress and a small bedside table, everything I own will fit in my car.
Wait! What? You don’t have anything?
Oh, please don’t worry! My God has blessed me with a brand new house with a brand new roof to keep me warm and dry, and I have PLENTy of food to eat. I have the rest of my life to fill my beautiful new home with all the “things” I know God will provide.
With that, Zack and I both left feeling sick to our stomachs and wishing we had a million dollars to just zap him a home filled with “things”. Later that day, Zack shared the situation with his best friend, Rick, who generously gifted our client with a beautiful dinette. Such a blessing! So, we picked it up and headed to Tony’s with the surprise. He answered the door of his very empty house – and when I say empty – I mean empty! 1,700 empty square feet, except for the mattress on the floor in his bedroom, some blankets, pillows, a nightstand, two lamps, some pots, pans and some dishes.
Meanwhile, can I just tell you how genuinely happy this man is for all that he has been given? He said, “I’m not missing a thing”, and let me assure you that he meant it! He is just as content with his mattress on the floor as any of us would be with so much more.
Those of you who know me well know the some of the struggles I’ve overcome, not the least of which is that I was once a girl who had every “thing” a girl could want, yet still had nothing at all. I walked away from the life of a princess in hopes of finding not only myself, but more so than that, the truth. I didn’t quite get to the point where I had to live under a bridge, I do now know how it feels to be “homeless and broke”. More importantly, however, I now know what it means to “lose much but gain all“. I am SO beyond grateful for every single “thing” I have in my once again flourishing life, both tangible and intangible, and I thank God every single second of every single day for every breath that I am given.
Ironically, this client of ours is a clerk at the dry cleaner we patron. Not once in the years that I’ve known him has he failed to greet me with a smile. “How are you this blessed day my dear Catherine?” He watched my life go from better, to worse, to “EVERYTHING”! First, I’d rolled up in a hundred thousand dollar car, encrusted with diamonds, to an old Ford pick-up truck worth $500 bucks at most, and me just barely hanging on. All the while he was such an encouragement to me – always kind, always positive, and always reminding me to “keep my eyes upon the Cross and remember what’s most important … MY God, my health and my family”!
The day I passed my Texas real estate exam, I just so happened to stop by the dry cleaners on the way home. After my Husband, Sister and Son, he was the fourth human being I told, “I DID IT”! He literally almost cried tears of joy for me!
YOU SEE! I TOLD YOU YOU COULD DO IT! YOU HAD NOTHING TO FEAR BUT FEAR ITSELF!
And a few weeks later when I got finally got my business cards? Yup! You guessed it! I happened to stop by the cleaners! He was the first human being who I ever handed my card to! I truly believe this man is an angel in my life, and we are SO blessed to now call him friend and “family”!
NOVEMBER 20, 2012: “The Little Bag” …
What is something I’m thankful for?
Okay, so I’m a wee bit of a neat freak. Some call it “OCD”. Sufficed to say, though, that I can organize things, thoughts, and even people right out of my life when necessary. It’s one of my perfect flaws, which, by the way, is NOT something I’m proud of. To the contrary, I tend to compartmentalize things I don’t know what to do with into neat little piles of oblivion that rest either in my own mind or, as in the case of “the bag that was in a bag that was in a bag inside a bag”, has, at times, been my greatest downfall.
Sunday, I was on the highest shelf in my tiny, temporary closet rooting around looking for something. A few unzips into an old gym bag that I used to contain all the other bags I didn’t want to get rid of, yet didn’t know what else to do with, and I was inside a smaller bag that belonged to Mitch. I had completely forgotten to remember that it had been inside my “bag of bags” for going on 13 years. As I unzipped it and slipped my hand in to grab the first thing I could see, I found myself giggling as I remembered the conversation we’d had about it on the day he had finally decided it was time for me to have some of space in his drawers and closets:
Baby, THIS right here is your new best friend! Why, you ask? Because she’s MY best friend! Why is THAT you ask? Because, when the hair looks good, Daddy is happy, and when Daddy is happy, you’ll be happy! She gets the center drawer right here … but you get ALL the rest!
It’s too bad that I can’t “type” the deep, drawn, sexy French-Cajun boy inflections that were his voice, and also TOO damn bad that I can’t “type” how he was standing there in the bathroom that morning holding that damned blow dryer in his hands! Mitch was all about “the stance” and there was just “that way that he stood” when he was talking about something that was important to him – kinda like, back leg straight, one hip up, other leg crooked out in front. Nah, words aren’t doing it justice. Anyhow, I digress. There are still pieces of his hair caught in the back of it, and the cord was STILL wrapped around the handle and tucked in “just this way”, because that’s how he always did it. OMG, he was so OCD! We were so much alike for so many reasons. There was something sweet and often unspoken about all the ways we understood one another.
So, this is what I am thankful for …
I am thankful that I have grown, recovered, survived, and “moved on” just enough so that I can now open some of my old bags of thoughts and laugh, not cry. Time truly can heal all wounds, and yes, there is a reason that God never lets us forget the memories He knows we’re gonna need, and even sometimes smile and laugh about before it’s all said and done, no matter how much we beg and plead for Him to just “erase them all from our mind” when they hurt too much to remember!
SEPTEMBER 29, 2012: “The Day Of The Golden Mouse Ears!” …
THIS is the moment we’d been hoping, waiting, working, saving, and PRAYING for!
Our First REAL Family Vacation!
It was a complete and total surprise for Bug this morning when woke her up to a fully packed suitcase and a trip to the airport wherein we blindfolded her upon arrival so she wouldn’t be able to figure out where we were going. Until, that is, we boarded the plane and the amazing flight attendant who we’d made our partner in this crime showed up at our seats and handed her THE GOLDEN MOUSE EARS! It was one of THE most magical moments of our lives!
We planned it for this week to celebrate both our birthdays, but I actually managed to surprise him with a secondary excursion down to Tangelo Park so we could scratch off one of his Bucket List: HE WANTED TO SWIM WITH DOLPHINS!
A very special thanks to both my mom and sister and “the man who raised my husband”, Rick Scauzillo. Without all of your true generosity, we wouldn’t have been able to do this. We are overwhelmed and blessed!
DECEMBER 25, 2011: “A Man Of His Word” …
If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love.
{George Orwell}
Merry Christmas Catherine!
Catherine I hope you know how much I love you and the things I plan for you. I know you have not had many princess moments so far but I WILL change that this year. I want to build you a castle of stone and brick, buy you the finest things money can buy and I want everyone to you how special you are as a person and to me. I want everyone to envy us, not for our money but for how great our relationship is and how much I do for you. Though we may not get to spend as much time together this year I promise you that I will make it the best times we have ever had together. I know I am flawed but I am go to do everything I can to be the perfect husband. I will forgive you for all your mistakes if you will forgive me for mine, so that is going to require a lot of forgiving from you! Today is Christmas you know and who was better at forgiving than Jesus? All I want is for us to be happy this year this year baby and I will do whatever it takes to make that happen. You are my princess and I will show you that this year. I am going to make you feel more special than you have ever felt. Catherine I love you please accept this promise with the gifts I got you.
Merry Christmas baby.
NOVEMBER 1, 2011: “Our First” …
“OUR FIRST” …
I love you my dear,
I cherish your touch,
I miss you when you’re not here,
I could never get too much,
Clear as it may be,
I want you to know,
How much you mean to me,
I could never let you go,
We is the word I want to keep saying,
You and me is a gift,
Your smiling face is for what I’ll be praying,
You gave my soul a lift,
Giving it our best,
We’ll make it through,
Holding hands till we rest,
I’ll always be true,
Happy first baby,
We made it this far,
You’ll always be my lady,
In love forever we are.
~ Zachariah Lucas Williamson ~
(November 1, 2011)
NOVEMBER 1, 2011: “I Took Him There” …
… because “THERE” is where HE wanted to go!
It’s no big secret to anyone who knows us that when Zack and I first got married at our friends’ home in Sachse, Texas, on November 1, 2010, not only were we broke, but we were also actually in arrears. My wedding gift to him? A beaten down, mentally challenged, badly disfigured “not quite employable” ME with over $30K in debt, a car I couldn’t afford, two kids, and a father who HATED him”. So, our “honeymoon” that night of our theatre room marriage was a trip through a drive-through and him carrying me over the threshold of our “palace”! It wasn’t until now, after a full year has passed, and due largely in part to the financial contributions of the only real “father” he’d ever known, Rick Scauzillo, that we were finally able to take our much-deserved honeymoon.
When we first started talking about where we wanted to go, it was his idea to take me back to New England so that he could see that beloved place I was once lucky enough to call home. It meant the absolute world to me that not only did he want to take me there, but even more so that he absolutely loved it! We flew into Boston and rented a car, then drove all the way to the tip of Maine and back down the coastline that eventually landed us in Providence. He truly “wanted to see it all and not leave anything out”, so that is what we did! Though we were still not off the ledge of “pretty much kinda broke” it was one of the richest times of our lives!
OCTOBER 19, 2011: “The White Balloons” …
Dearest God, Husband, Daughter, Son, and ME:
I’m holding on to white balloons, up against a sky of doom … tell me you see them … ‘cause what’s inside of me is invisible to most … even in clear view. I’m sending out a signal to the possibility of you … ‘cause right at this moment. I know you are connected to a part of me that I don’t even know myself. The changes in me are likely to be like the weather … stormy and clear … strength into fear bound together. But I’ll break my silence if I believe that you and me could ever be more than just what’s been behind us.
Please allow me the grace and time to find the one last big push of strength, courage, and determination that I know I have within me. I’m all but begging for this on my hands and knees. I’m finally ready to walk away from the past I once lived and leave it as far behind me as possible so that I can finally begin to rise as high above myself and all the pain and suffering of my past.
I desperately want to learn how to live in the rest of every moment I’m lucky enough to have here on this Earth until the day finally comes, hopefully many years from now, I can move on ahead to what is undoubtedly going to be the most peaceful place of all with a soul that is as light and free as a fistful of white balloons.
I’m just so tired that I can hardly even cry anymore, but the more I do, the better I feel, so I suppose I’m gonna just have to keep doing it. The four of you deserve the best Catherine Williamson that I can possibly manage to become, and one who is so much better and stronger than the one you’ve had so far. I know that I can do this … I HAVE NO OTHER CHOICE! I cannot lose another thing or sacrifice one more moment for the sake of all these broken pieces I’ve been stubbornly clinging on to in some fruitless attempt to just “put them all back together”. Maybe they weren’t meant to be “put all back together”, but instead, I just need to try to understand them, be okay with it if I can’t, then sort through and rearrange what’s left into a totally different thing instead of trying to hide them.
Mosaic artwork and stained glass windows are two of my very favorite things in life! They’re nothing but shards of glass and broken pieces. Yet, once they’re arranged in their own unique way and The Light starts pouring through them, they become masterpieces of beauty and wonder!
God? Can You still hear me? I know you don’t make garbage, that everything is Your perfect design, and therefore, so am I! Please forgive me for yet again forgetting what I’ve already known for so long, and help me, once again, to move along. Please, God? For me, for my children, and this living king on Earth you put on my path … I need to find my way back to me again before I lose even one more wasted year. I know I’m still your daughter, but I want to be your favorite one.
~ Catherine
AUGUST 12, 2011: “The Beautiful Day” …
… With A Beautiful Soul! Inspired and humbled to learn so much from a child not yet 20 years old who I am lucky enough to know and have grown to love and cherish, who spent “family dinner” with us last night while back home in Dallas and just about to head back to Cambridge to his sophomore year at HARVARD! (And did I mention that he did this with EVERY possible roadblock facing him?)
This is a small excerpt from a conversation we had, which in and of itself could have reduced me to tears had the circumstances been a little different. Actually, it was the last thing on my mind before I drifted off to sleep last night and first thing on it when I was LUCKY ENOUGH to wake up!
How dare I complain about all the things I don’t have! I am SUCH an ass!
I am beyond ashamed of myself for my OWN lack of gratitude for some of the many gifts and opportunities I was simply GIVEN over the course of my lifetime thus far, some of which I squandered away, and many of which I did NOT appreciate at all. All of this has further allowed me to firm up a much healthier perspective as to the state of my own life and the direction that it’s going …
So Rossi, what’s it like, standing on the campus I mean? How did it feel on your first day?
Ethereal really. Had to keep pinching myself, sometimes still do, and ask, “What? Do I really actually belong here”? (Yes he DOES by the way!)
Well how’s the food, your room, the surroundings? What’s it like there?
Well, I find the food quite palatable actually. So nice that I even have food to eat – and so many different varieties to choose from! Very nice! And my dorm room? Well I have a bed now – for many years I have slept on a couch so that my little brother could actually have the bed in our place! I hear lots of my classmates “complaining” about their accommodations quite a bit, but I can’t comprehend it. I suppose some of them have never really known what it’s like to go without. So then yes, my room is small, but I say it’s “cozy”. The bed is so comfy, there’s a nice little desk and a fairly comfortable chair to sit in. Hey, I’M AT HARVARD! I’m alive and healthy and happy! What on earth is their to complain about?
So then Rossi, my love, as for your text to me last night that, “You made today awesome for me. Thank you.” No, kiddo, you made today awesome for ME! With the ATTITUDE OF GRATITUDE you properly burdened both myself AND my perspective with last evening, I say thank YOU! I love you so much, you amazing and beautiful human being! I’m so very proud of you and to know you!
JULY 8, 2011: “Where Do I Begin” …
Dear Steven,
Well, hello there stranger! I hope this quick note finds you very well! As I was wrapping up the last of our wedding / real estate announcements, I had a final thought: I should send one to Steven! Please understand that this announcement is NOT a solicitation of real estate business from you, but rather, the icing on a cake that you played a huge part in baking.
You’re a very good counselor Steven, and although we probably should have spent more time together, I have come to believe over the last two years that somehow by the time I’d made it to your office many of the answers I was looking to you for were already right here inside of me if not punching me smack dab in the face. Timing was everything for that season of my life and after all I’d already been through and brought upon myself over the years I feel as though I was right there on the edge of my own breakthrough!
Although you may not have thought or believed it, as I was then, still am, and will probably ALWAYS be a bit stubborn in taking anyone else’s advice, which I know is one of my greatest downfalls, I did absolutely receive every word that you said to and somehow digested, processed and used them all as a means to building my new “toolbox” of coping, living and relational skills. Simply stated: Although I combatted you all the way I took everything you said and eventually put it into practice!
Zack and I are doing well. You should know that we’re in a safe, secure, and openly communicative partnership that I believe will stand the test of time. Three years later and he’s still yet to raise his voice to me, chastise, criticize, belittle or fail to support me in every little thing I think, say or do, and more so than that he still hasn’t thrown “me” in my face! He’s a good man with a rare and true heart of gold and I do not believe that he has that propensity in him at all. We get along very well and our marriage peaceful and fulfilling. I am still very much in love with him, as is he with me, and we are growing forward as a couple every day!
As for everyone else? “He” is still “Him”. Not much has changed there and unless I am totally missing something there are no “major breakthroughs” for Him thus (although I am still praying for that every night). Although I am very happy in my new life there is still and will always be a part of me that will not be completely at peace until the day that I see He is. I have a great deal of compassion for Him and have learned to be very patient where He is concerned to the best of my ability. He’s an imperfect human being, just as we all are, and I take each dealing with Him for what it is worth … very important. He may be an asshole sometimes but guess what? That man gave me a combined total of seventeen years of the best possible version of Himself he possibly could, along with three beautiful babies (yes even the “littlest one” that only stayed a few hours is and will always be the tiny, beautiful angel I carry on my shoulder). He is who He is and is either going to be okay one day or not. There is nothing I can do for Him any longer other than, as I said, keep on praying that one day He sees The Light.
As for the kids? Christian just graduated from Jesuit and got himself into SMU, Baylor, TCU and a few other really good schools. We’re still not sure where he’s going at this point, but he was just signed to a fun and crazy modeling contract with this big agency downtown and they are supposedly planning to make him a star! Lol, we’ll see about that! He’s a very good kid with a shattered heart just like his mom and therefore a bit rough around the edges at times. I have nothing but faith in him though and believe in my heart that somehow eventually he will have some “major breakthroughs” of his own and rise above himself to an incredible life. And Gia? She’s a tiny, rotten, amazingly wonderful complicated “beautiful disaster” as Zack has since renamed her … just like her mother! She’s a very short carbon copy of me, and well, um, wish me luck with all of that! We’re gonna have our hands full with her in all the best possible ways! I got this though, trust me! My daughter will not leave my nest without the proper tools in her toolbox as well and I refuse to have her end up at The Meadows like I did! Nope! Not gonna happen!
As for Me? As you can see I did finally go back to school and finished up those last few hours of school! I’ve got my Texas Real Estate license now alongside my husband I’m a locked and loaded producing agent here in Collin County! We’re both very excited with all the possibilities and looking forward to succeeding in this venture. I know I can do this and WILL! As you can also see I have also included with this letter my two “other business” cards! I finally got my hand-painted “trash to treasure” jeans business off the ground, just as I said I would, and that’s what I am doing in the background to help support my husband’s many efforts to make a “suitable and stellar life for us” in real estate!
See also my “Boot Camp” card! Yes sir, indeed, I’m still VERY MUCH a part of that Life Enrichment Boot Camp you sent me to in an ironic “last ditch effort” to help me. Imagine that! The one thing you thought wouldn’t work for me was the one thing that actually worked. Go figure! I’m just about to celebrate two years with the group, and Steven, I can’t thank you enough for sending me there above all the many other things you did to help me while I was thwarting you at every turn! LEBC has been a blessing and a gift to not only myself but to so many of the people I know and love. THAT’S WHERE I HAD MY MOMENT! Well, one of them, right? Lol. Lest we forget Jason’s Deli, France itself, Adoram and Henrik! But I’ve digressed. Lol. (See? Some things will NEVER change with me!) Boot Camp is where I started putting all my little broken pieces back together by ultimately realizing that in order to live a full and healthy productive adult life I first had to learn to “forgive” – not only those that have hurt me over the years but most importantly, myself. This is my mantra now: I am a human. I’ve been broken. I’m imperfect. Always was. Always will be. BUT IT’S OKAY … I’m forgiven! Now I have to keep rising above it!
Well that’s it then! Pat yourself on the back a bit! You may not have thought so but you did a good job, and I mean that from the bottom of my salvaged heart! Please wish me the best as I continue into my future and as well I shall wish you the same! Thank you for everything and I am SO beyond sorry that I almost drove you to the brink of your own insanity with mine! Please never doubt yourself in your profession. You are very good at what you do … it’s patients like ME that are your problem. Lol! Take care Steven …
Catherine (a/k/a “Hell On Wheels”)
WHERE DO I BEGIN
I [could] see the time I’d wasted and my life [was] passing by. It [was] so hard to keep on living tryin’ to keep this dream alive. [Tried] to tell myself it was worth it, but the words never come out. ‘Cause I [wanted to] find the truth. So, tell me now? Where do I begin? I was lost at the edge of dying in a world so cold. Where do I begin? Now I’m alive I can see I’m ready to be on my own. One more step to take before it’s too late. I just wanna reach the end. So where do I begin? [Held] my breath and [kept] on searching for a life I hadn’t found ’cause I [wanted] to know the truth. So, tell me now? Where do I begin? All the regrets I’d kept inside (I’ll let them go). And all the things I never tried (I’ll let them go). I won’t rest until I see (the truth in me). I need it. {Sick Puppies}
MAY 30, 2011: “Fly From The Inside” …
Son,
Where do I begin? There aren’t enough pieces of paper in this printer or hours left in my life to fully and properly express how I am feeling at this moment. Christian, you made it! Against all odds, and despite the dysfunction and chaos you never asked for .. YOU MADE IT! There are literally a thousand things I want to say to you, but instead I’m going to just write the lyrics to a song that make me think of you the most these days, that also happen to sum up my own feelings in a nutshell. Inhale this song, breathe it in, breathe it out, and know that I truly believe that these are the most important words a mother in this situation could possibly convey to her son after 18 years of living through a nightmare he never asked for the way that you have.
Close the door on this chapter of your life forever baby boy. Fondly remember the many wonderful, beautiful, and happy days in your life thus far – THOSE ARE THE THINGS YOU MAY KEEP! God, PLESAE never forget them. Hold on to them dearly in your heart and call on them if you’re ever lost, lonely, or afraid. As for the rest of it? The garbage, the trash, the chaos, and the heartache? THAT’S WHAT YOU SAY GOODBYE TO! Keep only what you need of those memories so you’ll always remember how strong you can be and how much of a SURVIVOR you already are! Let those things fuel your fire of determination in changing the direction of this family’s “toxic legacy” once and for all.
Christian Peter, I love you so much … more than you will ever know. I am so proud of you, and always will be, no matter what you do or do not manage to accomplish in this lifetime. You are my son, and I want nothing but the best things in this life for you. But please always remember that many of the truly best things aren’t material “things”. True, unconditional love and acceptance, not only from others, but also for yourself, is something that cannot ever be bought. And peace of mind? While I can’t exactly say that it’s “free”, because trust me when I tell you that sometimes “peace of mind” can, indeed cost you everything, it’s also something that no amount of money can never buy. Over the course of time, you will arrive at many crossroads wherein you will be daunted by the task of choosing one door or another. Always follow your heart, Christian! All the answers you will ever need are already inside there if you’ll simply trust and believe in yourself as much as I trust and believe in you.
And hear this, too,
LOUD AND CLEAR:
A couple of the other most valuable “things” in life that, yet again, no amount of money can buy, are self-forgiveness, and the ability to fall, fail, and make mistakes gracefully without the need to carry them forever on your like a cross. You’re a human being, Son, and therefore you are imperfect. Only God is perfect, and only God has the right to judge you. He is the one you will answer to when your road in this life meets it’s ends, and guess what? He already knew you’d be imperfect long before you were born, and has known every one of your mistakes before you made them! He is more than willing to forgive you for your humanness before you even open your eyes each day if only you will ask Him, and
HE’S ALREADY CARRIED YOUR CROSS FOR YOU!
Perhaps my biggest single prayer for you now is that you surround yourself with a good, loving, and solid support system of people who will never cease to have faith in you, never give up on you, never stop believing in you, NEVER STOP BEING ON YOUR SIDE, and will unconditionally allow you to fail and fall GRACEFULLY. People who will be proud of you when you win, but even PROUDER when they see you fall down then RISE AGAIN! I pray that you will surround yourself with people who will accept you just as you are, nothing more and nothing less, and that you never have to be faced with the unspeakably painful and daunting task of having to “say goodbye” and walk away from those people, especially ones that you have loved and trusted the most, because they refused to let you rise above yourself, move on and give you ALL the second chances you will ever need!
Inasmuch as it has taken me an entire lifetime of shame, pain, guilt, and “a cross to carry” that VERY few would let me lay down to discover that the key to all of this is the the power of grace, forgiveness, and unconditional love, please know that these things are not only a blessing to receive, but even more so a blessing to give! So then, just as I pray that you will surround yourself with people who will extend these priceless graces to you, even more so do I pray that you will extend these things to others. Learn to give, and you will be given. Love unconditionally, and unconditional love will find you. Learn to FORGIVE, and you will know forgiveness, and most importantly, HOW TO ACCEPT IT!
The world is your oyster now, my handsome first-born Prince! Get out there and start gathering your pearls! In the meantime, just know that your Mom loves you and is ALWAYS going to be here, good or bad, right or wrong, no matter what you do or don’t manage to do. I am ALWAYS on your side until my last breath and then beyond! You will NEVER be too old for me to call “my baby”, and I will NEVER turn my back on you – I promise! You’re my blood and bones, and the flesh of my flesh. YOU’RE ONE HALF OF THE BEATING OF MY HEART! I brought you in to this beautiful disaster of a world, and for that reason I will ALWAYS stand behind you as you find your way through this maze. I give you to the world now and set you free my butterfly. No wait, my “Little Star”! Remember that one?
Never forget who you are Little Star! Shining brighter than all the stars in the sky! Never forget HOW TO DREAM Butterfly! Never forget where you come from, from LOVE.
In closing, while in the process of writing this to you, I think I’ve discovered that in a way, these words are not just from me to you, but from me to me. It appears that we are both standing at a crossroad right now, aren’t we? Congratulations my graduate, I LOVE YOU! It’s time for you to FLY FROM THE INSIDE!
~ Momma
FLY FROM THE INSIDE
Is the weight of the world on my shoulders? Is the weight of the world on my shoulders? On my shoulders … All alone I pierce the chain. And all in all the sting remains. And dying eyes consume me now. The voice inside screams out loud, I am focused on what I am after. The key to the next open chapter. Cause I found a way to steal the sun from the sky. Long live that day that I decided to fly from the inside. Every day a new deception. Pick your scene and take direction. And all in all I search to connect. But I don’t wear a mask and I have no regrets. I am focused on what I am after. The key to the next open chapter. ‘Cause I found a way to steal the sun from the sky. Long live that day that I decided to fly from the inside. I can’t escape the pain. I can’t control the rage. Sometimes I think that I’m gonna go insane. I’m not against what’s right. I’m not for what’s wrong. I’m just making my way and I’m gone. {Shinedown}
NOVEMBER 1, 2010: “Every Day (For The Rest Of Our Lives)” …
You could’ve bowed out gracefully, but you didn’t. You knew enough to know to leave well enough alone, but you wouldn’t. I drive myself crazy tryin’ to stay out of my own way. The messes that I make, but my secrets are so safe. The only one who gets me, yeah, you get me – It’s amazing to me how every day, every day, every day you save my life. I come around all broken down and crowded out and you’re comfort. Sometimes the place I go is so deep and dark and desperate I don’t know, I don’t know how every day, every day, every day you save my life. I swear, I don’t know if I’m comin’ or goin’, but you always say something without even knowin’ that I’m hangin’ on to your words with all of my might and it’s alright, yeah, I’m alright for one more night. Every day you save my life.
{“Every Day” by Rascal Flatts}
OCTOBER 31, 2010: “The Day Before You” …
OCTOBER 29, 2010: “Slide ” …
9:00AM this morning while Zack was standing at the sink washing out the blender after making his morning smoothie, and I was sitting on the couch with my coffee:
So, listen, I have a question? Do ya wanna get married next week? I was thinking we should do it on Monday since it’s my only day off.
Umm, EXCUSE ME? What the FUCK? Are you KIDDING ME with this right now?
Well you do need some health insurance and I’m planning to really marry you anyway, so it will only be a formality. Let’s just go and get the paper so I can add you to my plan, but we won’t tell anyone until I can afford to slide a ring on your finger and give you a proper wedding. Do we understand each other?
Yes, of course! It’s just a formality. We won’t tell anyone! Not a soul! I promise, promise, PROMISE! But what about the kids? Should we at least just tell the kids?
Catherine, we tell NO ONE! DO WE UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER? Besides, I’m not telling your kids until I can ask your son’s permission.
Okay, I get it. UNDERSTOOD! We’ll get married “just on paper” on Monday!
Okay, good. You call David and see if he will marry us and let’s go to the courthouse this afternoon and get a marriage license.
Three days later at the front desk of the gym the Tuesday morning after we got “married on paper for insurance” … ALL the way down the corridors … AND in the locker room … AND to everyone upstairs that he worked with … AND to the client he was training:
GUESS WHAT? I’m officially “Mrs. Williamson” now. Zack and I got married last night! But shhhh, PLEASE don’t tell ANYONE!
APRIL 29, 2010: “The Real Thing” …
For Christian & Gia …
My babies, I know what you’re thinking. You and I have much to say. And you’ve been making me crazy trying to understand, but it’s impossible at your age. I know I said I’ll always try … but you’re going to bed alone again tonight … and you lie there in the dark and wonder why.
You’re so afraid your life is over and nothing I can say can change your mind. How can anybody be so selfish and treat you both so cruel? Go on and scream at me and cry! I’ll always hold you in my soul … and I’m never going to leave you all alone … but your mommy doesn’t live here anymore.
Everybody’s got a boat upon the ocean. Not everybody’s sailing out to sea. And is there someone there for me?”
I did it for you … because love should teach you joy, and not the imitation that your momma and daddy tried to show you.
I did it for you … and for me … and because I still believe there’s only one thing you can never give up and never compromise on, and that’s the real thing you need in love.
{Adapted from “The Real Thing” by Kenny Loggins}
Love, Mama
Meanwhile …
The great Sufi poet, mystic, and spiritualist, Rumi, once said that, “The cure for the pain is in the pain”. I couldn’t agree more. Just as all our beautiful and often bittersweet dances with love, that wisdom has transcended space and time. As for me, however, I say that likewise has pain and suffering transcended time and space through the root systems of our family trees. Until that day comes when someone finally says, “No more!” then decides to calm the fire of that generationally gifted pain within themselves once and for all … such that the toxins that once poisoned its roots stop bleeding out through the hearts of its ancestors … the agony endured by the poison in its roots lives on. Please, God, let it be me! Let me be the one to have absorbed the very last drops of poison that bled out and suffocated the rotting roots of our sick and dying tree so that the branches of my children and theirs will reach up and touch the Sun instead of digging back down into hell. I am humbled and honored to have been chosen for such a sacred calling and for getting to know “the secret”.
(“The Secret Of The Changing Seasons“)
So, yes, I did it for me … but I also did it for them … because love should really should teach them joy … not the lie that their momma and daddy tried to show them. Pray God that I’m the one who stops this sick and broken cycle once and for all.
APRIL 28, 2010: “And Then It Was Done” …
… and after two marriages, a separation, and only God Himself knows what unspoken psychological abuse, damage and trauma we both visited upon not only ourselves, but our children … it was all but a memory now.
IN LOVING MEMORY
Some of the ugliest things took the longest time to make, and some of the easiest habits are the hardest ones to break. And I’m not asking for value nor the pain. But I am asking for a way out of this lie. Because I can’t wait for you to catch up with me. And I can’t live in the past and drown myself in memories. Welcome to nowhere and finding out where it is. And fixing your problems and starting over again. You’re feeding your ego with what you can see outside. And you’re killing yourself for not speaking your mind. Because I can’t wait for you to catch up with me. And I can’t live in the past and drown myself in memories. In memory. I wonder why you make believe you live your life straight through me. I cannot understand why you question me and then you lie. I will not justify your ways. I cannot show you an escape. I do not know you anymore, I never knew you anyway! {Shinedown}
FEBRUARY 14, 2010: “The Panther, The Tiger, The Dragon, The Angels” …
Unbeknownst to either of us, we had each planned to “gift each other” with tattoos representing the other this Valentine’s Day. I had secretly done mine on Friday, February 12th and “surprised me” the Saturday night before I wrote him this letter, February 13th, by taking me to “CAT Tattoo” in Addison where he had booked an appointment with the lead artist and owner the month prior. (The tiger is him and the two carps are me and Gia.) When we first arrived in Addison for his appointment I was literally shocked at how in sync our minds and hearts were at the time, but then quickly made the decision NOT to reveal that I too had “surprised him” with my own tattoo until the following night which was actually Valentine’s Day. After reading my letter he stopped for a pause, and then said, “But wait. The panther, the tiger, the dragon, the angels? I don’t understand about the panther.” At which point I revealed mine to him. It was beyond ethereal!
The Diary Of My Perfection 