Not a doctor-just my stories
Limbo-not the fun party game or purgatory which came up as the first definition when I was looking up the definition. I don’t do well with waiting, being in transition, not knowing how long transition will be. I do not embrace the unknown, I plan being spontaneous. I want an answer and I want it now! Queue Veruca Salt “I want it now!” song Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory with Gene Wilder. Also imagine me stamping my foot like a toddler in my head.
I quickly doodled this to capture my mood while waiting to hear about a job. Not an artist (obvious) but the simple image popped into my head because I am reading a graphic novel about bipolar and mood disorders by Ellen Forney, yes a graphic novel called Rock Steady Brilliant Advice from my Bipolar life. As a graphic novel it removes so much stigma and gives good advice, deals with the issues seriously but with humor. I recommend.
So limbo see/sawing feeling close to two outcomes, waiting making me anxious and sad, eating cookies usually comes into play. Swinging between top and bottom like that carnival ride, shaped like a boat and it swings back and forth till you are almost but not quite vertical. Will I meet a polar bear-up-outcome I want (cool) or a penguin-still cool penguins are cool but not the outcome I want.
So as my artwork depicts I am trying to get my feet on the ground, steady, I have an answer good or bad. Whether it is what I want or not my feet are on the ground yay! But wait how long will I be on the ground , what is the next thing to worry and wait on, if I got what I wanted what will go wrong, if I was disappointed do I want to go through it all again.
I often try to justify my rapid fire and exaggerated thoughts with real events. I was waiting to hear about a full time job I wanted. I was very close just one competitor and my interview was great. Now it was outcome A) get the job happy B) don’t get the job disappointed, angry. So what happened? C) They pulled the job for the time being. Where the hell did C) come from that is not a seesaw that is a freakin curvature. I was not expecting C) I still have a shot not a rejection but WHEN! Mental stamping of feet actual eating of cookies.
What comes next…patience…accepting not knowing…eat an apple. Sigh.