According to Websters the definition of discombulate is: To throw into confusion; upset.
I’ve always loved this word. As a child, I thought it was a humorous word and when I heard it, it made me giggle. As an adult…..I’m not giggling because since November 8, I’ve been experiencing the meaning of the word.
Following the election, like so many others, I felt as if my life as I had known it had been turned upside down. Topsy turvy. A definite sense of turmoil. I experienced a range of emotions, took a lot of deep breaths and finally came to understand that action was what I needed. But I found it difficult to focus on anything.
I’m a huge knitter. I knit every single day. But although I wanted to knit, nothing appealed to me. I had a few projects in the works but they didn’t entice me. Finally, I heard about the Pussy Power hats and the pattern was circulating around Facebook and the Internet. It’s a mindless knitting project, works up fast and is for a good cause. Knitters everywhere were making them for the Women’s March in DC on January 21. It was just what I needed and I’ve now made 6 of them. But the best part is it got me over the hump…..it allowed me to focus again on other projects I’d been working on. And I’m still making the hats because they’re still being worn during various protests and marches.
And reading…….I’m also an avid reader. But I couldn’t seem to focus on anything that caught my attention. Or maybe I was too busy reading the New York Times or Washington Post and other valid forms of news. I did attempt a couple of fiction novels…..Maybe it was me and my state of mind, but I found them trite. So I switched to some non-fiction……I found some of these more dark than informative. Then I tried history…..again, I couldn’t focus and it didn’t hold my interest.
And during all of this, I joined the national group, Indivisible. They eventually put me in touch with two local groups. We’ve marched, we’ve protested, we’ve sent emails and made a volume of phone calls to our Senators and Reps. I also joined the ACLU and Planned Parenthood and a group for immigration rights.
And you know what? Slowly, little by little, I’m feeling less discombobulated. I chose not to wallow in my grief, my fear, my sadness. But rather, I chose to get OUT there. To attempt to make a difference. And I’ve always maintained that getting out of ourself is what truly brings about change.
And so…..I’m now back to working on a sweater for myself, in addition to a beautiful shawl. I’m reading a pleasant and enjoyable novel…….Paris Time Capsule. I was hoping the locale would entice me. And it did.
So if you’ve felt upside down these past few months, what have been your coping mechanisms? How do you move on from the negative to the positive? I look forward to hearing your thoughts.
See you here next time……