Archives for the month of: June, 2016

Numbers are funny things. I’m no math whiz, but I spend a lot of time with numbers. Numbers fascinate me. I’ve been thinking about 53 for days. Today is my 53rd birthday. It’s not a spectacular benchmark, as birthdays go, but I didn’t really expect to see this one as a younger woman. So. There’s that. 🙂

A new day. A new year. New choices. New opportunities.

A new day. A new year. New choices. New opportunities.

Fun facts about 53? It’s a prime number. I’m not sure I’m actually ‘in my prime’ though, some days. There are more facts about 53 readily at hand on Wikipedia, and elsewhere. In the meantime, aging is a thing. Real, and if one is fortunate, inevitable.

I have no elaborate birthday plans, no lengthy wish list for birthday gifts, no unmet need so specific that only cash exchanged for goods, wrapped in paper, and provided to me precisely between dinner and dessert will address it. I struggled to come up with something to want, beyond my traveling partner’s good company, and the well-wishes of friends.

53. 53? 53. Definitely 53. Tired more often than I’d like to be. In more pain some days than I can easily manage. I weigh a few pounds more than I’d like. Certain the career I had doesn’t suit me. Uncertain where my journey will take me next. Standing between what was and what will be, awake, aware, and content to continue the journey, mostly without a map. Wiser than at 23…but I thought so at 33 and 43 too, and I look back on those moments with a smile; I didn’t know as much as I thought I did, and wisdom was more of an idea, a hope, and a goal. I suspect that is still the case, at 53, and that I will be smiling at my idealistic foolishness, mistakes, and wrong-headedness, at 63, 73, 83… if I am around to test the theory, I’ll be grateful. I’m grateful to be here, now. Grateful that most of what isn’t ideal can be chosen differently.

What do I want for my birthday? Something intangible. Something I already have. Love. Contentment. The pleasure of my traveling partner’s companionship (although he is not in this room, now, we’ll spend much of the day together, later). I want to feel good. Enjoy the day. Sure, I want to be adored, it’s my birthday…enjoying the day is enough. Sometimes the unexpected, the unplanned, the unsought moment is what makes a day memorable; why chain myself down with plans and expectations today? It’s my birthday.  🙂

I woke at 3:00 am this morning. No reason for it as far as I could tell. Lately I’ve been feeling very fatigued, and my sleep was definitely disturbed by the recent hot weather. It’s cooler again, now, for the time being. Yesterday I powered through the fatigue of recent days and the headache that I woke with, mostly fueled by the emotional energy of excitement, having accepted a suitable job offer. I crashed hard, pretty early, after enjoying the evening with my partner. This morning, I woke at 3:00 am, after only 6 hours of sleep. I wanted to go back to sleep, but sleep was having nothing to more to do with me, this morning. It was sufficiently clear that sleeping was concluded I simply got up, and made my coffee.

Before dawn the only glow is in the art on the walls, not the sky beyond the window.

Before dawn the only glow is in the art on the walls, not the sky beyond the window.  “Without Substance” 11″x 14″ acrylic on canvas w/glow 2016

So, it’s back to the day-to-day grind of ‘gainful employment’… if I sound less than enthusiastic, it’s only because I don’t define the quality of my life by whether or not I am doing work for someone else in exchange for money. I enjoy my leisure time, and certainly there is enough I’d like to do with my time to fill all of it quite nicely without giving any of it away.  On the other hand, the offer I accepted is a very good move in a new direction, and I am genuinely stoked about that. Balance. I am also not being rushed back into the workforce; I’ll have a couple more weeks off before I get back to commuting.

My thoughts are interrupted by a cat complaining outside my window. I don’t have a cat, myself, so I know it isn’t mine. The plaintive wails are not those of pain or suffering as much as a call for companionship. I am on the edge of the park, and there is a lot of wildlife. It isn’t unusual to see a neighbor’s cat patrolling along the edge of the tall grass that separates the residential community from the park itself, but less interesting than the other visitors. Occasionally, raccoons wander up to the patio at dawn, or at dusk. Possums, too. Squirrels are plentiful, as are rabbits (though I don’t see them as often).  There are nutria, and beavers. The beavers are reclaiming trails and swaths of park, marsh, and meadow, by damming the creek here and there, causing flooding in areas that were once planned around human traffic. I’ve heard coyotes, but haven’t seen any. I spotted a young bob cat a bit less than a year ago, but haven’t seen it since construction began and ended in that area. There are herons, cranes, eagles, and hawks, and all manner of small woodland, marshland, and meadow birds. There are crows by the dozens, and woodpeckers are common. I smile, recalling happy hours sitting on my meditation cushion at the patio door, watching a sunrise, or the birds at the feeder. I yield to the bliss of this moment of contentment and contemplation. Right now, in this one singular moment, I don’t need more. This is enough.

The sky is beginning to lighten. The clock counts off the minutes, and the day advances. No headache this morning. No back pain for the time being. A rare pain-free morning? An unexpected bonus. It’s even a Friday without plans, aside from one new-job-related errand I will run later today. I feel myself relax, really relax. Was it stress that woke me, finding me wide awake and alert, so early? I yawn. 4:30 am? Why am I even awake? As I relax, sleepiness creeps over me. Seriously? I just finished my coffee…! I turn the idea of going back to bed over in my head… no reason not to…although I am already awake, already caffeinated, and already alert and active…Am I really sleepy, or tired enough to sleep more? Puzzled over the wave of sleepiness that hit me as I finished my coffee, and unsure what to do about it, I decide on meditation, next. Regardless, it’s a day with a pleasant start. That’s enough. The rest of it I’ll fill out with verbs, and see where it goes. 🙂

This morning I woke wanting very much to write, while also feeling quite… directionless. Uninspired. I considered that awhile, and spent some time thinking over the events of the previous day. It’s still quite early. I slept well, deeply, and dreamlessly. I woke with a smile. Since then, anxiety has come and gone, and also a bit of queasiness, a headache, and restlessness. I’m not ill, and there’s nothing actually wrong; this is often what I put myself through when I am excited about something, and yesterday’s interview went that well.  A couple years ago, the end result would have been the complete destruction of a lovely day, more than likely, fueled by excitement I didn’t realize was excitement, and carried forward on the back of raw – if misinterpreted – emotion. I’d have been on edge, unaware of why, and prone to over-reacting and taking things personally. This morning, I am grateful for the improvement in emotional resilience and the reduction in volatility that I have experienced since I began practicing meditation, and practicing more mindfulness, more often.

It’s a cool gray morning, as if the sky would like to just ignore all the recent hot weather and pretend summer has not yet arrived. In this part of the country, at this time in Earth’s life, this is what summer is like. I am smiling, enjoying the cool morning, cloudy sky and all. I pay for the pleasure in a small way; the cooler weather aggravates my arthritis, which hasn’t been bothering me while the weather was quite summery and hot. I think about Fresno, and other hot places – life is very different in hot places, and I pause to really understand for a moment that in choosing this lovely climate as a full-time resident, I am also choosing to endure more pain. Choice is a funny thing, isn’t it? I think I am making one sort of choice, but often the choice I am making is also other sorts of choices bundled together… there is benefit in being more aware of that, more of the time. 🙂

Change is a verb - and also an outcome. Where does the path lead?

Change is a verb – and also an outcome. Where does the path lead?

My thoughts take a new direction. I’m okay with that. I’ve the day ahead of me to explore my thoughts, to meditate, to study, to paint. I may be back to work fairly soon – these days of leisure are incredibly precious, and this morning I am appreciating their value greatly. Today is a good day to take care of me, to invest in the well-being of this fragile vessel and the creature of light residing within. 🙂

I woke with my calendar on my mind today. It’s not quite so hot, and the thing most prominent in my thoughts is an interview scheduled a little later in the morning. The cool pre-dawn chill easily cooled off the apartment before the sun made its appearance.

A new day, a new beginning; each dawn potentially the cusp of an entirely different future.

A new day, a new beginning; each dawn potentially the cusp of an entirely different future.

My ‘to do list’ this morning looks very different than it has for some weeks. I already have butterflies in my stomach, and feel vaguely as if I am ‘waiting’ for the time to arrive, and then to be behind me. Good self-care practices serve me well this morning, and I go through the routine details of an ordinary work day with reliable comfort; it’s only an interview, but it is my work day as well. I feel prepared. There are last-minute things to fill my head with, like re-reading the details of the job posting itself, and reviewing interview notes from the prior interview call. My clothes are ready, my jewelry selected with care, my nails are done. I am entirely this person, and in this particular instance I am a person hoping to be a good fit – and not out of desperate need to be employed in this moment, but delightfully enough because the position itself looks like it may suit my nature, my skills, and be work I could be proud of, on a team providing a valued service to the community. That sounds pretty amazing… to potentially come home at the end of a long work day, feeling accomplished and proud of what I do, rather than exhausted and resentful of the drain on my physical resources, would be a remarkable (and welcome) thing.

Well…I could write all day to avoid the inevitable reality of getting my “work self” together for this interview I am actually eager to do. (What’s with the foot-dragging, Woman?) Delaying the tasks and activities supporting the morning and the day doesn’t really serve me well, and today I definitely need my best from me. 🙂 Wish me luck? I wonder where the day will take me? What does the future hold? Hang on… I’ll go find out. 😉

Today is a different day than I expected it might be – even knowing that having expectations of what the day would be like, or what it might hold, is beyond foolhardy; even with committed detailed planning, real-life is very unscripted, imbued with the unexpected, and playing host to change. Today is different from yesterday in two specific ways: I slept decently well (without AC) in spite of the heat of the day, and the morning, this morning, is quite cool.

Sunrise. A chance to begin again, every time.

Sunrise. A chance to begin again, every time.

I practice maintaining a mindful perspective, and attempt to refrain from holding expectations built on assumptions. (I find, myself, that the rate of error for most assumption making is really just too high to let it be the foundation of  my thinking, my emotional experience, or my decision-making.) The practices of fact-checking assumptions and avoiding attachment to expectations have been huge for building emotional resilience, emotional self-sufficiency, and a commonplace experience of contentment day-to-day.

There is so much value in perspective.

There is so much value in perspective.

A simple example proves the point. Let’s take the heat, this week, and start with that? If I had gone to bed assuming that the heat would continue unabated, I may not have taken the opportunity to cool the apartment this morning, when I woke shortly before 4:00 am; it didn’t help much yesterday, because the nighttime temperatures didn’t drop low enough to be helpful for that task. On the assumption that it ‘wouldn’t do any good anyway’, I may have chosen to fitfully sleep, tossing and turning and hoping for more rest, sticky with sweat, until the sun woke me – too late to cool the apartment in any case. My decision-making, instead, was based on thoroughly exploring my assumptions (I checked the weather forecast, instead of guessing, for example), and my actions were consistent with new information; I got up early, opened the windows to the cool pre-dawn air, and started the day, after (again) checking my assumptions – by verifying that the morning air was indeed cool, before I opened all the windows. 🙂

Conversations about the weather are easy. Simple. “Common sense” (although really, we weren’t very good at predicting the weather, as human primates, in the times before satellites and meteorology). I find it more complicated to sort out assumptions I’ve made about people and the behavior or thinking of people than I do the weather. I can check the weather on my convenient hand-held bit of technology – “there’s an app for that”. Checking my assumptions about people generally requires clarifying questions, deep listening, and consideration – and also an authentic and sincere desire to enact my will in the context of honest intentions, and a fact-based understanding of each human being involved. I mean, seriously, if I don’t care about the outcome for anyone but myself, it matters far less that I be correct about who other people are, what values they hold dear, and what assumptions they may be acting upon, themselves.

Same flowers, same day, same sunlight.

Same flowers, same day, same sunlight.

Practices take practice. I still get all mixed up when I overlook checking my assumptions. One day recently, my traveling partner asked me if I would be coming by…on a day we’d specifically discussed that we didn’t (either of us) expect to have time/availability to hang out. I could have – with excellent effect – clarified what he meant by ‘coming by’. I didn’t. Instead, with great delight I up-ended my loose planning for the day entirely to make room in my day to hang out with my partner. No regrets – I enjoy the time we spend together, and consider it time well-spent – but I also threw off his plans for the day in my eagerness. He ‘expected’ that I would just stop by – because he thought that’s what he asked me about. I know he enjoyed the time we shared, too. I could have communicated more clearly, though. I keep practicing. 🙂

My assumptions can cast a long shadow over my experience.

My assumptions can cast a long shadow over my experience.

Perspective is a big deal for emotional resilience and finding balance. I find it much more challenging to maintain a sense of perspective if the assumptions I’ve made, and not explicitly confirmed with questions or reliable data, are erroneous – and frankly, many of them are. The emotional assumptions, those assumptions I make regarding how someone else feels, are possibly the trickiest – and most unreliable. If I am having a bad day, how much worse do I make it for myself by also assuming I am not valued, not loved, or worse? How likely is it that those terrible dark assumptions are actually true? (Not very) It’s definitely a ‘best practice’ to fact-check assumptions… but… emotional assumptions? How do I fact check those? Asking, I guess, is a good start… Simply that; ask the person how they feel, instead of assuming. Period. These are their feelings, right? Then they know. I do not. Not really. What if I disagree with the answer a person gives me, when I ask about their feelings? Well… here’s the thing about that… I don’t get to identify, define, or place limiting details on how another person feels. I mean… I can go through the motions of doing so, and even insist that my opinion on the matter has greater weight than their own, but… I’d be in the wrong to do so (without regard to whether my notion of what they are feeling is more or less correct than what that person said about their feelings). It’s not for me to say how someone else feels. It just isn’t.

I look at that last bit again. I ‘hear’ a much younger me, in the background of my thoughts, protesting that ‘sometimes people lie about how they feel’ – and that’s true. Sometimes people do lie about how they feel. Sometimes people don’t want to talk about how they feel. How a person feels belongs to them, entirely. It’s not up to me to force the truth from them – or to tell them how they feel. We are each having our own experience. Openness is one of my Big 5 relationship values because I personally do need – and require – people with whom I am in an intimate relationship to be honest with me about their feelings (because they wish to and it feels comfortable and appropriate to do so, otherwise – we’re unlikely to be in an intimate relationship, at all). It’s a requirement for me – but I can’t dictate someone else’s values, or tell them how they feel. I can choose to leave a relationship that lacks openness, or has its foundation in some vague or deceitful narrative. That’s enough.

Today is a good day to pause, and listen.

Today is a good day to pause, and listen.

Thoughts about perspective, expectations, and assumptions on a quiet summer morning. I don’t know where the day will take me, but it is off to a good start. 🙂