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. 🙂

Sometimes building a life feels a little bit like a fancy arrangement of dominoes or jenga; at some point my choices may reveal themselves to have been poor choices, much later, in some unexpected way, sending the pieces to follow crashing down, one after the other. Choices matter. Each day that I do my best, practice the practices that support my physical and emotional wellness, comfortably handle the details of adult life that require my attention, I build a better future for myself – one resting on a firm foundation. I’m still human. Sometimes I can see a ‘misplaced domino’, and the action needed to adjust or correct for circumstances is obvious – it’s just more verbs. (I wish that implied some assurance of ease, but it does not.) Yes, there are pretty nearly always verbs involved – and the choice to use them. To be. To do. Neither are passive processes.

I need to put the AC in a window. The summer heat nailed me to the floor two days in a row with the afternoon heat. Both days I knew it would be that hot. Both days I made choices to hang out with my traveling partner, and planned around the heat of the day to make traveling easiest – and postponing installing the AC for the year. Priorities in the moment were definitely about love, rather than physical comfort. lol 🙂 Still a mammal. Still a primate. Still a human being in love. The AC can wait… it doesn’t give me hugs, kisses, tenderness – or laugh at my terrible jokes. 😀 Still…comfort would be nice, too.

It’ll be another hot day today, not quite as hot, but hot – and the AC would be helpful. Today is a good day for some different, practical verbs. Love will likely appreciate being comfortable here at my place, too. 🙂

It’s a quiet dawn ahead of a hot day to come. The sun shines in my eyes and the light fills my studio; the day will get no cooler than this hour, now, and the windows are open to the cool morning air, the blinds raised to ensure ample freedom for uncertain breezes. The night didn’t cool off so much as it has been. Summer is here. I take my coffee iced this morning, and toast the rising summer sun with a smile – it’s well before 6:00 am, and full daylight.

I have “install the AC” on my calendar today… I still haven’t worked out which window I’ll put it in. The heat expected today is motivation to at least determine which window the AC will go in. lol

Iced coffee, birdsong, and a quiet summer day to enjoy without firm plans. It sounds nice. I’ll water the gardens before the heat of the day becomes unpleasant, and get my walk in before noon. There’s nothing exciting about any of this… except for the bit about how calm it is, how comfortable, how sustainably ordinary. I’m not meaning to brag, so I’ll make the point of saying it hasn’t ‘always’ been this way – there was a time when it was almost ‘never’ this way, and life seemed fairly pointless… or worse. I’m no longer merely enduring an unavoidable cycle of sleeping and waking, separated sometimes by nightmares, sometimes by despair. It’s a nice change.

Being here isn’t a given. Being content isn’t a passive thing. There are so many every day choices involved, and every day I take actions, and practice practices, to bring myself closer to being the woman I most want to be, living a beautiful life of sustainable contentment, comfortable with myself, and moving forward. Every day enjoyed is ended with a moment of delight and a bit of surprise that so much of it is in my hands, and of my own choosing – and much of it was, long before I understood that it could be.

Ready? Verbs!!

Ready? Verbs!!

Iced coffee goes down quickly…and summer days begin to warm up early. It’s already time to get to work watering the garden, and adjusting windows to continue the flow of cool air, and now to also limit the sun’s light reaching into the east-facing rooms. Time to put some verbs into action, and time to make some choices and begin the day. Today is a good day for verbs, for choices, and for a delightful summer day. I can’t change the weather, but I can change what I do about it. 🙂

I woke a bit later than usual this morning. My traveling partner was already well into his first cup of coffee, and the ceramic drip cone sitting beside the sink had completely cooled off by the time I touched it, very soon after waking. It was a gentle pleasant morning hanging out together, no video, no music, just two human beings who delight in each other’s good company sharing coffee and conversation. There’s nothing to enhance, embellish, or interpret; the time we spend together is enough just as it is.

I sat for some time, smiling, after my partner left to get on with his day, and his weekend. We will, perhaps, see each other Sunday. I don’t get emotionally invested in that planned eventuality; life is unpredictable about following my plans. I take my second coffee into the studio and write, sketch, paint…it’s too hot outside [for me] [these days] [today] already, and spending the day creatively suits my [currently] care-free nature. Impermanence. Change is. Am I finally learning to exist on the currents of change instead of fighting to swim against them until I am exhausted and swept away?

Today is a good day for contemplation. My birthday is coming. I don’t exactly ‘make a big deal about it’, but I do enjoy celebrating in some small way. I don’t have anything particular on my mind celebration-wise. 53? It’s not a noteworthy benchmark to me. I struggle to answer the question “what do I want to do on/for my birthday?” I’ve no idea. Enjoy it. That’s the best answer I have, for now… It’s a serviceable enough answer, I suppose. 🙂

The rest of this lovely sunny summer day I’ll spend in the studio, with the hum of the floor fan keeping me company, and reminding me of other summer days. I think about my birthday… I suppose if I “don’t know what I want” I must have enough. 🙂