Archives for the month of: February, 2013

It didn’t take long for my good mood to slip a few places.  Hormones? Brain injury? PTSD? Lack of sleep?

I am irritable, feeling ‘dismissed’, unimportant, misunderstood, and struggling to focus on tasks at hand… I’m tired, too, that can’t be helping.  My priorities are not shared by some of the people who matter to me, and some of my core needs are unmet, and have been for some time.  I struggle to even find sympathy; resolution is not on the map right now, as far as I can see.  Most attempts to discuss it result new opportunities to explore feeling unimportant.  It’s funny… in spite of lack of sleep, I was in a pretty awesome mood – and it lasted exactly as long as I felt substantially supported, heard, understood, relevant, and valued.  When I lost that feeling, I started feeling irritable, dismissed, invisible, and discontent. There’s something important to understand there – I hope I remember to take time to meditate on that when I’m not so tired.

What’s the solution? Do I learn to tell everyone else to ‘fuck off’ and figure out how to meet my own needs 100%? Is that possible? It seems mean…  Is it necessary to adhere to a strict Ringer-style quid pro quo ‘value for value’ level of reciprocity in relationships that currently feel lacking in balance?  If that’s the case, how do I address a clear lack of reciprocity on a given subject/need? When does it become a deal-breaker when needs are not met? How do I know whether I am ‘just’ tired and needy, or facing something more substantial?  And why doesn’t the internet answer the really important questions?

Maybe “this too shall pass“, given time… and perspective.

I believe I could still, to this day, easily eat an entire box of Girl Scout ‘Samoas’… but each one of those tasty temptations is 75 calories! A cookie just about 2″ across, with a hole in the middle… 75 calories. “One serving is 2 cookies.”. Huh. I believe, in practice, one serving is closer to one box. LOL. I enjoyed the two cookies, one serving, entirely mindfully… tasting the sweet caramel-y flavor… noticing for the first time the slight wax-y quality… savoring the chewy goodness… no ‘will power’ necessary, apparently… it’s pretty easy to eat just two cookies, it seems, by doing nothing else but experiencing the cookies in that moment.  Interesting.  I wonder if I would similarly be satisfied with less sex if I were able to willfully savor each element of those experiences in fullness, also? Sounds like a very fun bit of theory to validate… would emotional experiences be more profound, more meaningful, or more ‘valuable’ if I really… did something different… and felt more of/about the feeling? I’m not sure at this point what I am attempting to express… something that feels very important. Language itself is getting the way of communicating.

Let’s talk for a minute about that – about language impeding communication. “Language functions by agreement.” I’m certain I am quoting someone…but when I google the quote, I don’t find it cited anywhere/when. Frustrating. I’m quite sure it is not my original thought. lol. It seems true enough, though, doesn’t it? As logical propositions go, it’s hard to argue with productively. When we don’t have a shared definition of terms, it’s pretty easy for any two or more people to find themselves having very different conversations (and reaching different conclusions) than they – or some other participant, or audience member, may think they are having. Confusion and misunderstanding become easier (and more likely) than any real exchange of information, problem solving, or consensus building effort.

Let’s use those cookies as an example… If I say to a friend “I had a couple tasty girl scout cookies today.” and their understanding of ‘a couple’ is quite specifically ‘2’, and two cookies is what I had, then we obviously understand each other clearly. On the other hand, if I used ‘a couple’ more loosely, to indicate some ‘acceptably low number of cookies, not further specified’ and my friend understands me to mean ‘2’, and what I actually ate was an entire box of those cookies, we no longer have a meeting of the minds on simply how many cookies I ate, or a number of later possible topics of conversation… like… weight-loss goals, and personal concerns about achieving them, or matters of self-control and the relative ease or difficulty of maintaining it… Hmmmm… someone important once suggested I use ‘simple, clear language’ to be more easily understood.  I see the wisdom of it… but damn, there are sooo many fancy lovely words… I’d hate to see all those wasted! 😉

It’s a Monday, time to move on from words to numbers… I didn’t get much sleep last night, and find myself now both fatigued and distracted by things more important to me, than to the world, but the work day is here and I’ve a limited window of reliable alertness ahead of me, and putting the focus on the work at hand is now the thing. It’s a good Monday, though, a good day in general. I am, for now, enjoying my experience.

… It’s just a good day to give some acknowledgement and thanks… first, to good partners in fair mood or foul; thank you. Love is the best stuff ever.  And to the innovators and inventors, and the people who keep technology moving ever forward, thanks for smart phones, WinAmp, earbuds, and playlists that never end and keep me going. Thanks, Dave Matthews, The Rave-Ups, The Who, The Crystal Method, and a whole host of friends and strangers who have things to say that I need to hear. Thanks to good weather and miles of sidewalk… and feet that aren’t hurting.

Today got started badly, around 4:19am… something woke me, and I woke angry. Bad dreams. Big anger. I got out of bed trembling and agitated and a bit directionless. I took a few minutes to ensure the house was quiet, and all was well. A few minutes of deep breathing and meditation, and some gentle relaxing asanas, and medication. A few calm moments in the dark, and I went back to bed. I ‘restarted’ my day. Wow did that work out nicely! Awakened by Love, then a tasty latte, a good walk, some time to converse and connect before we each got on with our own plans for the day…  Now it is evening… still quiet, still calm. An old old song comes up on my playlist and I connect with myself for a moment… I feel peace and contentment gently grow into a moment of satisfaction just the tiniest bit shy of elation. It is an amazing feeling… I wish I could share it. I can only share the song – and smile. It is is meaningful for me, like part of an important conversation with myself, and it connects several threads of my tangled experience with each other.

Finishing the weekend feeling like this has me feeling also like the week to come is full of promise and the possibility of more wonderful feelings. Am I ready to be open to the best life has to offer me? Am I ready to make mindful choices that meet my needs over time? Am I ready to treat people well, and to commit to being treated well in return? Am I ready to make mistakes, and learn the lessons they offer?  (Are you?)

This morning I’m enjoying some time spent on me doing my own thing. It feels good. It’s a slow morning over leisurely lattes and personal projects. I don’t feel ‘elated’ or ‘joyous’… but I feel satisfied with the day so far, and calm. I feel serene and comfortable. I feel relaxed. It’s nice to feel this combination of feelings, and I think I am inclined to call it ‘happy’… or at least ‘contented’.

There’s no room to paint right now, as much as I need to;  the one decent spot for doing that currently lacks a convenient water supply for urgent clean ups, and is also quite surrounded by stacks of existing paintings waiting to be hung in their new locations; a fragile state of being for some of my heavier 3D mixed-media pieces.  So. No painting just yet. I’m excited to begin work today, though, because I will still be surrounded by art, color, texture, emotion… and I think it will satisfy my needs for a time. I will use checking each piece for damage, and whether it is labeled, photographed for my archive, and correctly filed and cross-referenced, and uploaded, as an opportunity to also really enjoy and contemplate them; remember what inspired them, how I felt when they were completed, what they mean to me now… I can definitely make a day of it, just looking around I see at least 100 canvases, and a stack of work on paper more than a foot tall! I know some of them are not on my web page, I suspect some of them are not even in my photo archives, or on my Facebook fan page. I like to think I’m very organized, in general, but I gotta admit I can be pretty half-assed about maintaining it long term.

I’m learning things about me. Yesterday was good. Intense. Productive. I felt challenged to take my best a bit further than I knew I could go, grow, be a little more vulnerable, face myself a lot more honestly, a little more fearlessly. Self-acceptance doesn’t sound difficult… I find it harder than I want to, harder than seems ‘fair’… especially difficult is how readily I think I have accepted myself –  only to find that I’ve tricked myself into averting my eyes again rather than understanding who I am and treating myself with compassion.  So, today a project to satisfy my need to express myself artistically, and create some quiet headspace to contemplate things I’m learning about having a brain injury, and building good relationships, and taking care of me. I expect by day’s end I’ll still be quite human…perhaps a bit kinder to myself.

Why is today this hard? It’s a beautiful sunny day. My latte tastes just right – and I didn’t have to make it. My partners are both in good moods. It’s a payday. I slept well – hell, I slept in! Shit. This just isn’t ok… and I have trouble understanding why I can’t just … whatever… and have things settle into a calm serene glow. It’s a day off.  I got to spend a little money on something cool (a new yoga mat). There’s no pressure to do, or go. I am, however, undeniably irritable and feeling very much as if the sounds of other people existing is… too much. Angry little demons clawing at the insides of my sense of peace, begging for a few moments to storm and rage, like echoes of a fight that hasn’t happened yet.  Irksome.

It’s getting weird all around as things play out… the internet sucks. The banking industry seems affected inasmuch as authentication servers far and wide seem reluctant to do their bit toward authentication. Small frustrations. My partners picking up on my irritability a little at a time. The look on my face, the sound of my typing… I have other things to do. Better choices? It’s a poor time to write, perhaps, but today may not have unlimited time for writing, and I may not feel like it later. So, I’m off to do a few things, the best I can, and hoping not to damage the heart of the world by being who I am.