The Wariness in My Wilding

I just read something by one of my favorite authors, Jane Green, which I found interesting. A woman had called her a ‘social whore’, which is the LAST thing I consider myself, but the rest resonated with me, and it may with a few of you as well.

‘The beginning of my Rewilding journey, moving halfway across the world to a city where I knew no-one, made me a little manic. I was a bird that had been uncaged, who had to go through that glittery mania in order to come out the other side, to finally come home to myself.

It’s a bit like fresher’s week – you say yes to everything, so excited by the newness, before realizing those first friends are not destined to remain friends, before finding your authentic tribe.

I was reminded of how far I’ve come by watching this woman and feeling her energy as she spoke. This has nothing to do with me, I thought, and everything to do with her.

It’s impossible to be kind and loving when you are miserable. I suspect it’s impossible to be around people who cannot meet you in your misery; perhaps that’s why she sought to cut me down.’

I don’t necessarily find myself surrounded with people who cut me down (quite the opposite, really), but I DO recognize the concept of a Rewilding Journey, and being excited by the newness of things and new friends like my USPSA, IDPA and 3-Gun gangs.

And am I one to cut those down who don’t ‘meet me in my misery’ or seek those who do? What a sad state of affairs that would be.

Perhaps I should take a step back to reevaluate. My inner cynic is calling and she’s never let me down before.