I was thinking about freedom this morning, in that sleeping/waking borderland – which just made me want to use the word ‘liminal’, one that I’ve learned (or relearned, because I think I might have come across it when I was studying sociology, forty years ago), that lovely, slightly hazy, slightly scary word and concept that speaks of borders between places, between states (in both senses of the word) between meanings, perhaps. Or maybe I’m just talking pretentious boll*x again.
I’m reading a book which has been sitting on my Kindle for two and a half years (I checked, because it was originally recommended by my therapist, and I mentioned it in our session on Thursday, and couldn’t remember how long it was since she’d suggested I read it, and I said ‘a couple of years’, which surprised her, so I checked, and I bought it in April 2018, which makes my guess an underestimate, and puts in perspective how long it’s been sitting there unread, and also how long I’ve been seeing her).
When I bought it I read the opening and decided it wasn’t for me (these days I usually download the free sample before deciding to buy, unless it’s a sure-fire author I’ve read before and know I will enjoy). As I told my therapist, I didn’t exactly fling the Kindle across the room, though I might have done if it was a paperback. But this time I’m finding it more interesting, so I’m persisting. It’s a semi-mystical, Jungian exploration of women’s lives and psychology related to mythologies, but I won’t say the title until I feel I’ve got something I want to share from it.
Anyway, when I was in my ‘liminal’ state this morning, I remembered recently talking about freedom and constraints and how constraints are liberating, which seemed to me (this morning) rather Orwellian, so I needed to sort out what context I’d been speaking about. Then I remembered that it was the way in which having a routine frees your mind from having to make decisions in the moment. Constraints, or ‘boundaries’ (which brings me back to liminal states again), relates in my mind to dyspraxia, because it seems to me that a lot of the impact of dyspraxia is around difficulties with knowing where you are in relation to boundaries, in time and space and maybe other things – social acceptability, perhaps, or expectations – and how to manage those relationships. Okay, so that does sound like pretentious boll*x, but when I think that way I feel a buzz that I’m getting close to something interesting and exciting.
Maybe my life is permanently liminal because I am always negotiating my way between this and that, never quite knowing where the boundaries are until I’ve crossed one, which can be catastrophic, or thrilling, or both, or just trivial.
Where does this get me with thinking about freedom, or boundaries, or creativity, or how I find a better way of living with myself? Let me think some more…