Some words of encouragement on a Thursday, over a cup of iced coffee and a side of sunrise.
New day, new beginning.
We become what we practice. Choose your practices with care, and an eye on becoming the person you most want to be. Don’t like the results? You can change your practices.
Forgive yourself for your very human mistakes and treat yourself with kindness. (Why bother when you may be feeling beat down and unworthy? Precisely because you’re feeling that way.) If nothing else you are worthy of kindness from yourself. We 100% all make mistakes. We can choose to learn from them.
Feelings are that – only feelings. There is no requirement that emotions be what do your thinking for you. Feel your feelings. Process your thoughts. Act with consideration and willful intention. So much less drama when our emotions are not left in charge.
Breathe. Take time for stillness and self-reflection.
Practice non-attachment. Clinging to objects and expectations creates chaos; reality doesn’t care about our expectations. Often our own expectations are enough to create our pain, stress, and unhappiness. Let that shit go.
Begin where you are.
You will be criticized. You will hurt. You will face disappointment. You will feel sad and you will feel angry. You will fail. You will struggle. These are all part of the human experience. You’ll also feel joy. You will feel merriment. You will laugh. You will endure. There are verbs involved, and real work to do. This is true for everyone and it is statistically unlikely that you are uniquely cursed.
Begin again when you fail. You will fail, everyone does. Begin again with each sunrise. Begin again with each disappointment. Embrace impermanence. This too will pass.
Unhappy now? It’s only a moment. You are your own cartographer. The journey is the destination. Keep walking. Keep practicing. Incremental change over time is a real thing. We really do become what we practice.
Breathe, exhale, relax, and get ready for a new start. Was yesterday bad? Let that shit go; it was yesterday. Today is a new day. Was yesterday great? Wonderful! Here’s hoping you ride the wave of joy and contentment into this new day. Begin again, regardless. Give yourself a fresh start. Turn the page. Make the choices that reflect the person you most want to be. “Being” is a practice. “Becoming” is a process. You get a new start on both with each sunrise.
What will you do with it?
I can’t walk your mile, or undertake the verbs you’ll need to do to get where you want to go… But you can. (And you must, otherwise you’re just sort of standing around waiting for shit to happen to you.) The choices are yours on your journey. Choose wisely. Choose to be the best version of yourself you know how to be, today. Then, tomorrow, do that again, more and better, because each day will bring you the additional knowledge and experience to do that, too. Incremental change over time; we become what we practice.
None of this is “easy”, but most of it is quite simple. It just requires action and presence. Yours. Your choices. Your actions. Your journey. Don’t like where life is taking you? Choose to follow a different path. The choices (and the power to choose) are yours.
I smile to myself and watch the sun rise. A new day unfolds ahead of me. So many choices. I feel hopeful and merry. It’s time to begin again.
I’m watching the sun rise from my halfway point on my morning walk. It’s not exactly chilly, and today will likely be another hot one, but I am grateful to have worn this fleecy long-sleeved top. I’m comfortable as I sit here.
I made a point to have an expectation-setting conversation with the Anxious Adventurer yesterday evening. It went decently well, although I am certain I’ll be needing to reinforce a lot of very basic stuff with my well-intentioned (but sometimes surprisingly ignorant) stepson. It’s a process. Growth happens over time with persistence, patience, and practice.
It was clear some of what I had to say was hard for the Anxious Adventurer to hear in the moment. I felt for him; it’s a lot to learn and grow into when we uproot ourselves from what we know to embrace something entirely new. I’m sitting and thinking about two important things he communicated to me during our conversation. Firstly, he is suffering from a ton of self-loathing, which is sad to hear (a lot of us have had to deal with it, ourselves). He’s a rather human assortment of good intentions and poor decision making that seems pretty ordinary, really. Nothing especially hateful or disappointing. He added the second point, which is that he doesn’t have a sense of who he would ideally like to be, and that he lacks a clear picture of what that could look like (or what it would require to achieve). Rough. How does a person go from “here” to “there” without a sense of some sort of general direction to go?
I breathe, exhale, and relax. I take a moment to feel grateful for my sense of self, and my sense of purpose.
I sit with my thoughts and consider what tools and practices brought me face to face with the woman in the mirror, and allowed me to begin building a clearer picture of the person I most wanted to be. I think about the conversations and self-reflection involved in eventually learning to be my own best friend, to be the first one to really listen to myself, reliably, and to embrace the person I am as actually worthy. It’s been years of practice, of self-care and self-reflection, and of therapy… I can (and do) encourage the Anxious Adventurer to seek therapy, definitely. There’s so much of this fairly mundane shit that he could so easily work through himself, it’s hard to know where to begin with a suggestion… (I’m no therapist). I do dislike seeing my stepson suffer, but realistically he’s the one who has to do the verbs here. No map. No user’s manual. Life is messy and sometimes complicated. Being human can be so difficult to do well.
What matters most?
How did I get from there to here?
What practices are most likely to produce quick encouraging results?
How can I most helpfully foster growth and appropriate behavior without undermining the Anxious Adventurer’s agency or taking on work he needs to do for himself?
What exercises in meditation and self-reflection can I recommend that will help him understand his lived values, select the values he wants to live with real care, and sort out who he most wants to be?
I sit awhile longer with my thoughts and my questions. Soon enough it’ll be time to head back to the car and start a whole new week. My Traveling Partner’s surgery is now only a week away. There’s a lot going on in life. It’s a bit chaotic and rather demanding to adult at the required level. S’ok, I’ve got practices for this. It’s just a peculiarly busy time.
Most of the time, things are pretty ordinary.
I breathe, exhale, and relax. This morning’s sunrise wasn’t much to talk about, but it’s a new day nonetheless. There are practices to practice, and it’s time to begin again. I get to my feet with a sigh, straightening my stiff legs, and hit “upload” before I walk on…
It’s early, still. I’m at the trailhead and ready to walk a couple more miles in these boots. Soon. I jot down some notes, details of my thoughts as I made the drive to this place. Notes to guide a conversation with the Anxious Adventurer a bit later today. Problematic assumptions may have been made, and these require clarification, and a clear resetting of expectations. Boundaries need to be clearly pointed out, and reinforced. Household rules and day-to-day “standard operating procedures” need to be clarified. We’re all in this together, but it’s frankly not a democracy (at all), and it’s important we all have a shared understanding of some basic details regarding housekeeping, basic manners, and the practical requirements that everyone “hold up their end” without nagging or dropping a fuck-ton of additional emotional labor on me (or on my Traveling Partner). So… I make some notes. I know what I’d like to communicate. I know I want to maintain a comfortable, considerate tone, and that I have a further obligation to myself to avoid undermining (or renegotiating) my firm boundaries.
I sigh quietly to myself. I catch a frown as it develops, when I wonder “how the hell did I get here?” – I’m childless by choice. I for sure did not anticipate being in a position of having to provide “parenting” to what appears to be a grown ass adult. Another sigh, and I hit the trail with my thoughts.
A new day, a new opportunity to begin again.
The morning air is still and warm, hinting at a hot day ahead. It’s so quiet, the sound of my footsteps and my tinnitus are the loudest sounds I hear. There’s a police siren in the distance. Sounds of traffic on the highway along the edge of this protected nature preserve. No breeze. Somewhat humid. The feel of the air seems “heavy”, and I am reminded of summer mornings growing up in Maryland. I get to my halfway point before the sunrise and sit down on the convenient bench to meditate, reflect, and write, as I watch the sun rise.
I breathe, exhale, and relax. It’s a pleasant quiet morning. I savor the moment. There’s no reason to rush this; the moment is mine to enjoy.
I had an exceptional and excellent day with my Traveling Partner, yesterday. With his pain more skillfully managed (finally), and less chaos and stress generally, we comfortably relaxed in each other’s good company, talking and connecting, sharing, and really enjoying each other. It was a wonderful day enjoying the companionship of my best friend and lover, my Traveling Partner on life’s journey. We laughed and talked deeply and intimately. We shared the serious and the lighthearted. It was a great day, well-spent.
… Maybe today will be another like yesterday…
… Maybe it won’t be…
… What will I do with the opportunities ahead of me? What choices will I make? There are so many opportunities, so many choices. So much of my experience is within my own control…
I watch the lowland mist drift over the marsh as the sun rises into a shell-pink sky. I listen to birdsong. Beautiful morning. Beautiful moment. I sit smiling, feeling grateful for this sunrise (and so many others). I think about how far I’ve come as a person, and how much my Traveling Partner and I have grown, together. I think about the lessons I’ve learned over time, and what matters most (to me). I reflect on how best to communicate these ideas in words, and ponder what to share and what to keep for myself.
Self-reflection is a critical practice, for me. It comes with an interesting complication in the subtle distinction between reflection and rumination. Self-reflection is deeply informative and can guide my decision-making in a healthy way. I learn a lot through observation and self-reflection. Rumination, on the other hand, generally provides me with nothing productive, serving to reinforce thinking errors and “doom spirals”, and retraumatize myself with “ancient pain”, and internalized bullshit. Rumination masquerades as self-reflection, but doesn’t “do the work”, and doesn’t get me anywhere. I sit with that a while, and consider how best to communicate the distinction to someone struggling to find their own way.
Another critical practice for me is practicing a positive outlook, generally. I don’t mean faking positivity – that can quickly become toxic, in spite of the positive veneer. I mean to say I practice being authentically positive as much as I am able, and seek to minimize any tendency to bitch and complain “recreationally”, or for an effect, or for humor. Negativity is unpleasant, contagious, and corrosive in most social interactions. Time spent bitching about a challenge could be better spent on problem solving and action. I’m not a fan of forced smiles or inauthentic cheerfulness. I also don’t think the choices are “either/or”. I do my best to be positive, sincerely, and to be grateful, and aware that things could generally be far worse. It does take actual practice sometimes, although continued practice over time has truly changed my thinking and improved my overall outlook on life. Worth the effort.
The sunrise as a metaphor for incremental change over time.
I practice. I change. I begin again. It’s a journey, and the journey is the destination.
Choose your steps wisely. Select your practices with care. Keep practicing. Fail, and reflect, and learn, and begin again. Repeat as needed. We become what we practice. Who do you most want to be? What are you practicing? Will your current practices reliably get you to your goals? What needs to change – your practices, or your goals?
Seeking illumination in a sunrise.
I sit a while with my thoughts. Pleasant morning for it. Soon enough it’ll be time to head back up the trail and return home to enjoy the day with my partner. Soon enough it will be time to begin again.
How am I so sleepy after a good night of restful sleep? I yawn as I change from slip-on shoes to hiking boots for my walk. The sky is still quite dark to my eyes, but the camera sees the world differently, and picks up the blues and purples of the predawn sky. I get started down the trail.
To the human eye it’s much darker, but daybreak is coming.
I walk watching the hint of light in the sky slowly become a glow, hinting at the imminent sunrise. I keep walking, happy to see another one. Still yawning. (Pretty sure I could easily go back to bed and sleep awhile longer.)
It’s my first day back to work after my getaway to the coast. The only work day this week. Feels like I’m gonna need a lot of coffee… 😂
Step after step, I keep walking down the trail. It’s still dark when I reach my halfway point, although there are now obvious signs of the coming sunrise. There’s a hot breeze blowing. Feels like a hot day ahead. I sit with my thoughts, watching the sky change. Soon enough, it will be time to begin again…
Evening Light 