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The many positions of Sisyphus
What if Sisyphus laid down his boulder? What if, acknowledging his fate but refusing to accept it, he laid his burden down?
So this popped into my head this morning as I dozed. I attach this thought to a presentation I went to on Tuesday where we were asked to pick up a rock that had words written on them. I picked up “to matter”. This really spoke to me.
To matter has always been important to me. I need to meet needs. I need to work, to have a project, to matter.
Without a boulder, who am I? It started me thinking about my family. They have been a boulder. They are no longer a burden. They can be a joy.
But I am not used to this weightlessness. I feel unmoored without my burden. I’m like fucking Mother Courage who no longer has to drag her cart around in the war zones of Europe. I don’t have to, but then what?Without my cart who am I?
My mother collected stuff all her life. Extra plates–dinner, salad, big bowls, small bowls-, chests of drawers spilling with linens—napkins, bits of lace, tablecloths, spices from 1950 through 1980, dried up and unrecognizable,beds–twin, full, extra long, —stuff and stuff and stuff. She squirreled things away under her bed, in her closets, in the storage in the basement. In the eventuality that someone might need them someday. And someone always did.
Those are my bona fides. A long line of women carrying burdens. This is not to say how wonderful I am.
I recognize now that the boulder I push up the mountain has been my choice. I push it up because without the boulder I am nothing. Without purpose, who am I?
I feel like I ought to go to a meeting of masochists anonymous and stand up and say I am a masochist, let me share my story.
Aunt Fran she say “Honey, with that crazy mind of yours you don’t need no extra burden. Drop your load, loony pants.”
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Peanut man with the boulder.
This is my resolve. It is now okay to move aside and let the boulder go. My children are grown. I can move on and have fun. I will occasionally let myself worry but only in the privacy of my own head. I will let go. Shit this is hard.