The Queen of emotional maturity

I swear, this year i really tried. I’m busy with work and I have so much on my plate in my personal life and i told myself this year i didn’t have the brain space to invest. Sometimes even with the best of intentions you aren’t the best version of yourself. I had to admit this is the case when i found myself racing home on a Wednesday night so as not to miss the MAFS dinner party. 

For those of you who resisted the urge this year, turn to the next page now because this story isn’t for you, it’s for those of us who despite our best efforts found ourselves eye rolling ourselves into another universe watching what amounts to a slow-moving car crash. That said, i’m invested like people use to be in Days of our lives. Love the story line but i get they are just characters. 

Invested enough that while a certain person is talking with his shirt unbuttoned practically to his navel, i will send the crying with laughter emoji and a photo of a glazed Christmas ham to a friend who i know is watching as well. I am not however invested like I sure everything i’m seeing on the screen is a true reflection of this person as a whole and feel a compelling need to jump onto their social media feed and write them hate mail. It’s a reality show and if you fall into the latter description, for goodness sake, calm down. 

Maybe you have always been in the perfect relationship and if you have congratulations. For those of us who have been single for any length of time, it’s rough out there. It’s so easy for us the scream at the TV and think OMG what is this one doing with this one, they are so toxic. However just like in real life, you need to understand that the person in the relationship is not seeing the whole picture. They are not hearing the awful things their partner says to the boys at the gym. They are not seeing the disturbing behaviour that the rest of their world sees and similar to the people trying to produce the most watched TV show in Australia, the offending partner is engaging in emotional manipulation to keep the other person involved. So, for those of you screaming at the TV, just remember for all your time on the moral high ground you are being emotionally manipulated as well. That’s the job of any TV producer. People have not be watching Grey’s Anatomy for 20 seasons without storylines designed to engage your emotions. 

If you cried at the end of Beaches, if just the thought of the end of the Green Mile makes you burst into tears, if the last episode of MASH after all these years still leave a lump in your throat, then your emotions have been manipulated by a good story teller. Thus ends the chapter which should be called “give Tori a break”.

Then every now and then on these kind of shows, there is a shining light. Can we just take a moment to talk about Queen Lucinda Light. There are some people that you meet who just feel like fully evolved humans. She feels like she has lived all her lives, learnt all her lessons and is just here to be the absolute best version of herself. As much as people say the experts often get it wrong, watching her with Timonthy, that’s not true in this case. Anyone watching can see that Lucinda is exactly what he needs.

Some people are not put in your path to be the love of your life, they are there to help you learn a lesson. To help you be softer and more open. People are hard on Timothy but he came onto the show 6 weeks after the death of his only surviving family member. That’s a lot and you can understand the need for connection but he is doing well that early on in the grieving process to put one foot in front of the other, let alone shine as the best version of himself and show up for someone else’s emotional needs.

Lucinda walks this beautiful line of understanding that at the moment that is all he has to give. Recognising the tragedy of that for him as well as managing her own disappointment with such grace. If we could all be a little bit like Lucinda, the world would be a better place. Hail to the queen of emotional maturity.

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