I am a rescuer, a cool head in a crisis (which I think is remarkable, given that I am such a nervous nelly and that a parade yesterday, with its unrelenting ambulance and police and fire truck sirens, triggered my first panic attack in a long long time), the one you can count on to try to fix things. I like that I'm this way -- I like helping people, I like making sure they are cared-for and safe. When it comes to the many people I love, I worry about and care for them with a fierceness and depth that sometimes leaves me breathless. I think this is a good quality, ideally, but it can be a burden when I start feeling like Atlas. Like the sky will fall if I'm not holding it; like everything will collapse if I don't keep a watchful eye and mend and shore up and smooth over.
I haven't found balance in this quite yet, but I'm starting to understand why it's so.
Still, I will take you the ER for stitches and I will rescue your broken bike and I will help you out with bills if I have the cash, and I will be happy to do it, because I love you and because that's what Vieves do.
Posted by thevieve at May 28, 2007 2:34 PMDrunky knows the feeling. Not just the holding up the sky feeling, either. I was at home, getting ready to head out with Ron, and I kept hearing sirens. LOTS of sirens. I was like, WTF? Is it the apocalypse?
But, in many ways it's a lot easier to help other people with their crises than to help yourself with your own.
Drunky loves Vieves. He only knows one, but she's all the Vieve he needs to know.
XOXO,
Drunky