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Day 49: What Helps (Thoughts after a good night’s sleep)

Good morning!

See how polite I can be, after a good night’s sleep?  When I’m well-rested,  I remember to start out with a greeting — a good, welcoming hello to you, my reader.

Welcoming  hellos are something I think about a lot, and have for quite a while. These days, I’ve been thinking about “good” hellos, as I work on making my group-therapy groups “safe enough” for people who join them. (By the way, I  think a lot  about the importance of “good” goodbyes, too.)

Actually, I’m noticing — right now — that my belief in The Importance of Welcoming Hellos has already made several appearances in my blog this year — for example, in two recent posts about “strangers” who are welcoming and kind to me, whether I’m on vacation or at home.

So, I will declare to the blogosphere, right now, that  Heart-Felt Welcomes are a passion of mine. They are important and helpful  to me — whether I am The Welcomer, or The One Being Welcomed.

So, now I’m wondering: What else has been important and helpful to me lately?

Posing that question — what helps? — is one I automatically ask these days (of myself and others).  I believe that  keeping track of what helps is … well …. really helpful.

Sounds like it’s time for a list!

What’s Been Helping, #1.

Music.

Oh, boy, does listening to music help me.  The more ways I can  bring music I love into my life, the better I feel.

It’s really that simple.

I’m not saying that music cures all. But music, for me,  definitely does have that oft-quoted power to Soothe the Savage Breast (or Beast, as a lot of people quote that.)

Okay, even though I’m well-rested, I am now going to digress, people, because that’s the way my mind works. Yes, yes, I  confess! I have A Digressive Mind. And in This Year of Living Non-Judgmentally (at least for today)  I will celebrate that digressive style, rather than judge it!

So now that I’ve warned you about (and celebrated) digressions (essentially digressing before the digression), here’s the digression I had in mind:

I just Googled that expression about music soothing the savage beast/breast, and this is what I found. The full quote, by William Congreve (in 1697!),  is this:

“Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.” 

And why did I digress in that way, sharing the original quote?  Two reasons: (1) I’m interested in famous quotes and how they shift in memory as time goes by and (2) I wanted to make a pun about “soft rock.”

But I won’t.

Instead, I’ll return to my pre-digression point of How Music Helps Me, Big Time.

I’ve been making a concerted  (eeek! pun not intended!) effort lately to bring more music into my life, because — more than anything — I know that listening to music helps improve my mood, keeping me happy and healthy.  Indeed, it’s one of my most powerful forms of Personal Medicine.

Years ago,  (actually DECADES ago), I remember going to the yearly Cambridge River Festival and meeting up with a particular Welcoming Stranger who was at that festival. I can’t remember whether he described himself as a psychic or just a Reader of People, but I always remember what he said to me that day:

“You are a person who needs music. If you ever notice that you’re feeling depressed or sad, think about whether you’re listening to enough music.”

And I remember that quirky, somewhat-raggedy-looking, fortune-telling-type guy very vividly — because what he said was absolutely right.

And here’s something I talk to clients about a lot.  Often, even though we know what will help us, we don’t use those things when we most need them. That is, when we’re feeling worse, we don’t do MORE of what would help us feel better …  instead, we do LESS.

And, we often feel shame about that “perverse” behavior — that is, taking less of what would cure us, rather than more.   Which makes us feel worse.  (And we use labels like “perverse” and “stupid” and say things like, “I should know better …”  etc.)

So, as you can see, feeling bad can turn into a kind of downward spiral — as we judge ourselves for doing such a “bad job,” regarding our own moods.

And I’ve been “guilty” of that behavior, too. That is,  when I have felt depressed, I’ve listened to music less, or stopped listening to music entirely.  And that’s been awful.

So, lately, as I’ve been working diligently on reducing judgment and doing Other Things That Help, I’ve been trying to create more and more opportunities to listen to music.  For example, I’ve purchased some Earmuff Headphones  and declared my love for these beauties, openly and often. And, every day before and after work  (if the friggin’ snow allows),  I shun the shuttle bus and walk to and from where I park my car, listening to some of my favorite tunes on my beloved Earmuff Headphones.

And it makes a huge difference.

Time out.

I’m taking a look back at this post, so far. And  I see this:  What Helps #1 has turned out to be a rather long discussion, this morning. And I feel about ready to end this post.

So what to do  — when I start a list like that, write one entry, and want to wrap up the day’s post?

How about this?

What’s been helping, #2.

Balancing my needs with other people’s needs. This has included focusing on what’s going to help me, in the moment.

What’s been helping, #3.

Letting go of mind-reading.  That is, why should I assume that you, my readers, need me to extend this list?

What’s been helping, #4.

Letting go of ideas of perfection. Who says that once you start a list, you have to have more than one entry? Who says a list HAS to have a certain number of acceptable entries (like four or five)?

What’s been helping, #5.

Having faith in the process, and losing my investment in the outcome. In the case of this post, it helps to believe that if I follow my instincts, that a blog post will turn out okay, no matter how long a list might be.

Okay!  Thanks for reading today. (Hey! I did a polite goodbye, too!) (Boy, a good night’s sleep really helps, doesn’t it?)

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Day 48: Local Connections

When I was in South Carolina a week ago, I had a lot of fun connecting with interesting people whose kindness and helpfulness I truly appreciated, and I put some of those people in my blog posts.   (See  here and here for two posts that had a lot of that goin’ on.)

Now, I’m glad to be back in Boston, but I’ve been kind of grumpy about the weather since my return.  This might be The Year of Living Non-Judgmentally, but it’s really difficult for me to be non-judgmental about the winter weather in New England.  I’ve lived here all my life, and I just might be approaching done-ness about  the winters here, due to:

  1.  The cold,
  2. The PAIN caused by said cold,
  3. The snow — which is wondrous while falling but which hangs around for weeks, gets dirty-ugly, and is an incredible pain in the ass, and
  4. The lack of color, everywhere I look.

Arrrghhh!

Hmmmmm. I actually thought this was going to be a joyful, accepting post about being back in Boston, but I guess I’ve got some pent-up resentment going on here.

So let me take a breath, to get back into acceptance of the moment (and the current moment DOES include friggin’ New England weather, after all).

Okay.

The  topic of today’s blog post is “Local Connections,” because after I got back home, I asked myself this question:

Why not approach  the people where I live with that same eagerness and openness to connect  I had when I was away on vacation?

Because I don’t know about you, but I tend to get locked into a routine when I’m home, and I’m not as likely to engage with new people as I am when I’m on vacation.

And I think there are lots of people around Boston who would be kind and helpful —  just like the people in SC —  if I approached them openly and kindly, too.

So I decided to do a pictorial essay on that today, including some people I’ve met before and others I just met, today.

LOCAL CONNECTIONS

A pictorial essay by Ann

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This is one of several great guys who work at the parking lot where I leave my car every morning, before I take my 20-minute walk to work.   This man  actually inspired me to write this essay, because of an interaction I had with him the day I got back.

After I drove into the lot that day and got out of my car, he gave me my parking ticket. In  a burst of self-confidence (which I’ve been working on this year), I said to him,  “Hi!  Did you notice I was away?” I enjoyed saying that, but  I honestly didn’t think he would have noticed my being away. (I mean, there are LOTS of cars and parkers, and it’s crazy-busy each morning.) But  he immediately replied, with sincerity and enthusiasm, “Yes!  I did!  Where were you?”  which made me feel great. So I asked him if I could put his picture in this blog, which he seemed really happy about. (He looks it, doesn’t he?) Now I’m regretting that I don’t know his name. But I’ll find out his name when I see him again Tuesday morning. (I did ask him when I saw him next, on Wednesday morning, and his name is Jimmy.)

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This is Amanda (I remembered to ask her name, thank goodness).  She was incredibly helpful and sunny this morning when I made a stumbling entrance into Cafe Gustazo, a great little Cuban Restaurant in Belmont, right when it opened at 10 AM.  And why was I stumbling?  Because IT WAS SNOWING AGAIN, that’s why. (Breathe!)  I was meeting an old friend I hadn’t seen in years, and Amanda was welcoming and considerate as she helped make me comfortable while I waited for my friend’s arrival. And she was great throughout the yummy brunch we had there. (I forgot to take pictures of the food, so I’m letting go of judgment about THAT.)  (I’ll just have to go back there and get pictures next time. Oh well.)

And,  I’ll tell you something I especially noticed and wanted to celebrate about Amanda. When I asked her if I could take her picture and put her in this blog, she was remarkably enthusiastic that (1) I was writing a blog and (2)  I wanted to put her picture in it.  That was so great to see.

After brunch, I decided to go over to my local Starbucks and take some pictures of two people  who work there, and who are always great whenever we go there on the weekend.  I always look forward to seeing them, and feel genuinely welcomed by both of them. However, when I got there, neither of them was there.

One is a guy we’ve been seeing there for a long time, every weekend, who makes the most delicious, kick-ass chai tea latte’s, evah. So I was concerned, and I talked to Matt about that — who was perfectly friendly and helpful, even though we had never met before:

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I told Matt  I was looking for the guy who worked at that Starbucks every weekend, was really friendly, made great latte’s, and whose name (I thought) was Steve. Matt said, “Oh, yes!  He’s great. But he doesn’t work here any more. And a lot of the customers have been asking about him.”  And Matt listened sympathetically when I talked about my disappointment that my Favorite Latte Guy was gone, and he maintained a great connection with me while still serving the other people who came in to Starbucks.  And Irina, whom I had also never met before, helped me choose a different kind of latte today. (I wanted a tea without caffeine, so I could — perhaps — take a nap later today.)

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Irina was also great.

Then — and here comes the dramatic section of today’s post — after I was coming to terms with never seeing my Favorite Latte Guy again, he walked in. And it turned out that his name is Mark. (Did I mention that I’m terrible with names?)  And soon after he walked in, the other person from Starbucks I had wanted to feature in today’s blog, a  fabulous woman named Carol, walked in, too. So — duh! — I was just at Starbucks earlier than I usually am. And I got to tell Mark and Carol how I wanted to put them in the today’s Blog of Appreciation.  And they both seemed pretty pleased about that, too.

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So, now that I’m back in Boston,  I get to be around Mark, Carol, Matt, Irina, Amanda, and the sweet guy from the parking lot.  And, if I keep staying open to connection, I’m sure I’ll meet more people whose pictures I’ll want to share with you here.

Even though I’ll have to negotiate THIS to get anywhere:

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Yeah.  Well, I guess it can be kind of difficult, getting around here during the winter. But there ARE people around to help you get where you’re going.

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Day 47: A Noble Weekend Quest, To Fight SHOULDs

So this is the beginning of a long weekend. Monday is Presidents’ Day!

Yay!

(And what might this mean for you, dear reader?  Some long posts, perhaps?)

Where was I before that parenthesized warning?

Oh yes. I feel like I really need this long weekend, because the last few weekends have had much more stress than usual.

Now, stress isn’t always bad.  The way I’ve been defining Adventure in this blog is “something new,” and New-ness (and change in general) is inherently more stressful.  Don’t you think?

Here’s why I haven’t had a “normal” weekend for a while.  Last weekend, I was unexpectedly caught in South Carolina, due to the snowstorm. The weekend before was my 60th birthday party, which was great, but Packed With New-ness (and wonder). And several weekends before the Birthday Weekend, I was focusing on party-planning.

Phew!  So it’s nice to be sitting on my couch this Saturday morning with a sense of routine and with nothing of note looming on the horizon. (Except for taxes, which I’m SURE I will blog about sometime within the next couple of months.)

So nothing is looming right now.

I’m really liking that word “looming” as a description of how it feels when there’s something big I think I should be dealing with.

However, as I’ve written in this blog —  for example, waaaaaay back on Day 5 —  SHOULDs can come up at any times,  whether something big is looming or not. (BTW, you can find definitions of SHOULDs and the other 12 Cognitive Distortions, here).

Therefore, chances are that SHOULDs will come up for me, over this  long weekend. Hmmmm.  What might I do about that?

A-ha!

Cue trumpets, for an important announcement!!!

(Okay, now imagine the inspiring, heroic sound of a trumpet flourish.)

(Wait. Hold on. I wonder if there is a way to imbed a sound bite in a blog?) (Not that I’ve ever imbedded a sound into anything, yet.) (It’s another adventure!)

(Research, research, research…..)

All right. I think I’m ready for  … Cue trumpets, TAKE 2!

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Not sure if that worked, but — whether you’re hearing trumpets in your mind or actually hearing them in this post — here’s my announcement:

Friends, Readers, and Fellow Bloggers, lend me your ears. This weekend,  I come to bury  SHOULDs, not to praise them.

Or, to put this in another olde-fashioned, more heroic-type way:

I hereby declare myself a SHOULD Warrior. This weekend,  I shalt venture forth and battle against Shoulds!!

Okay, now I have to arm myself for this quest. Here are four pieces of weaponry I can take with me:

 #1:  I shalt notice SHOULDs and name them as such.

For example, I am now naming a SHOULD statement that has already come up for me today:

I SHOULD send thank you notes for the gifts some people brought to the party.

#2: I shalt restate — or reframe — the SHOULD statement, in a helpful way.

For example,   “I COULD write thank you notes.  Instead, I CHOOSE TO ______ .”  (Thanks to my friend Debbie T., who offered that great suggestion, in a comment she posted here. )

I’m realizing that I  could fill in that blank (despite the word “Instead”) with the same action — writing the thank you notes.  With this reframe, though, I am  making a choice to write them, rather than adding to my stress with a SHOULD-ed obligation.

And that, my reader, makes all the difference.

# 3:  I shalt think about the benefit to me if I do choose to take the action.  

For example, if I do choose to spend time this weekend to figure out who left me gifts during the party  and sending thank you notes, I’ll get a sense of closure about the party. Which I would enjoy.

# 4: I shalt let go of judgment (and regret or guilt) about the past actions which have contributed to this current situation.

I have definitely, already, been judging myself and feeling some regret and guilt about the party gifts. I have judged myself for not being  “together” enough the night of the party to keep track of those gifts as people brought them. And I’ve also judged myself for Procrastinating  about this since (see more about the dread P-word, here).

Right now, as I’m writing this to you, I feel like I need to make excuses.  (For example, I wasn’t expecting people to bring gifts; I hadn’t planned to open gifts during the party, so I didn’t;  I didn’t have a place to put them, so they got scattered;  when I looked at them right after the party, some of the cards got separated from the gifts, yadda yadda yadda)

I’m going to let go of all that, right now.

And I’m noticing that  I was definitely using some other SHOULD statements there (I SHOULD have been more aware of the gifts, I SHOULDN’T have gone away on my trip without figuring this out before I left, etc. etc.)

Oh, and here’s two more Cognitive Distortions I’m noticing in my thoughts about these thank-you notes:  Mind Reading and Fortune Telling.  That is, I’m worrying about my guests’ present AND future thoughts about my lack of responses about the gifts.

For example:

People are going to think I’m so lame because I haven’t sent thank you notes. And  boy! They will  REALLY think I’m lame if I send a thank-you note that says something  like, “Errr, ummmm, , I don’t know what you gave me!”

This is what I’m thinking right now: How amazing is that? Look at what I’m doing!  I’m projecting judgment onto wonderful and devoted friends of mine, who came to my birthday party to joyfully celebrate with me.  Do I REALLY BELIEVE that these people are going to judge me like that?  And if they do have a thought like that, won’t it pass?  Won’t it just be one of a kashmillion thoughts they might have about me?

And now I’m realizing my worst fear, behind those thoughts.

My losing track of the gifts, and not writing thank you notes,  might really damage these relationships.

Arrrrghh.  Sometimes,  I am just AMAZED,  when I take a step back and look at a worst fear, like that.

Yes, it’s incredible to me — the primal, irrational fears that can lurk behind  my Mind Reading, Fortune Telling, Shoulds, and other judgmental thoughts.

Well, what can I say? This is an on-going quest for me:  letting go of SHOULDs, Mind Reading, and other unhelpful, judgmental thoughts.

It’s a difficult quest, and a noble one, indeed.

I feel like I rode some distance forward on this quest today, dear reader. Thanks for riding along beside me.

Ta-da!!!!

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Day 46: Words to Live By

I haven’t written much about how my 60th birthday party went down, way back on Groundhog Day (a.k.a Day 33) (a.k.a. February 2).

Planning that party did make an appearance in this blog,  on Day 16, when I was struggling with some self-judgment during that process.

My goal in planning that party was to create a day which was meaningful and fun, where people I appreciate and love could help me celebrate reaching  quite the birthday milestone.

One of my ideas was to put up on the wall giant post-it notes (these 25″ by 30″ beauties, right here), which people could write or draw on.  On some of those posters, I had written questions or topics that people could answer throughout the party. I  really liked that idea, because I thought that would help people engage and feel comfortable, soon after they entered the party, since the posters were hanging right where people first entered my place. Plus, in general, I LOVE asking people questions, so that made it more fun for ME.

Here were the questions I put up on the posters:

What is something in your life that you love?

What’s a really helpful lesson you’ve learned in your life?

Favorite movie?

Favorite song?

What makes a good party?

What’s something you haven’t done yet that you want to?

Words to live by?

If you could be any animal ….?

And during the party, it was fun for me to see my guests, engaging with each other around those questions. Plus, at the end of the party, I had — as a memento of the day — the answers to keep. All of the answers were anonymous, so that was fun, too — to guess who wrote what.

My idea for today’s blog was to pass on what people at my party wrote for “Words to Live By.”

This is what people wrote:

Disregard everything

Laugh a lot every day.

Laugh at lot at Ray every day. (This, I know, was written by my hilarious friend Janet, married to Ray.)

If not you, then who?

If not now, when?

Everything in moderation, including moderation.

Show up, be gentle, and tell the truth 

Please and thank you.

No, you first.

Leap and the net will appear.

Why not??

Don’t sweat the “small stuff” — it’s all “small stuff.”

Simplicity

Live, love, laugh

Do one thing every day that scares you. (Eleanor Roosevelt)

Life is emergent curriculum.

Those “Words to Live By” were just some of the many gifts I received at the party.

I’m pleased to re-gift them here, to you.

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Day 45: Mistakes, where art thou sting?

I woke up early this morning, with the title of this post in my head.

And I understand why.  Over the last couple of days, the few times I have felt bad, it’s been because I’ve believed that I have made …..

A MISTAKE.

(Imagine very, very scary music here) (perhaps written by Bernard Hermann, John Williams, or another film composer who has written very, very scary music.)

And I thought it was interesting that this particular title came up for me, because here is the original quote:

Oh, death, where art thou sting?

which is apparently from the bible. (I looked it up.)

So it’s interesting to me that the original quote was about death.

Because THAT’S how scary it can feel to me, when I make a mistake.

I will try to make this blog post short (although, probably, not quite as short as yesterday’s post), because I would like to go back to sleep.  I WILL try to complete it in about 30 minutes, no matter what the length.

I would just like to mention Two Dread Mistakes I’ve made in the last two days, at which I  (literally) went cold, when I realized what I had done:

Dread Mistake # 1

The day I got back to work, one of the other social workers at the hospital, named Tom, wrote an e-mail to all the other therapists there, asking if people could recommend a psychiatrist for a patient of his to see.  There was a typo in his e-mail, so instead of “I am seeking a psychiatrist for a woman,” he wrote, “I am seeing a psychiatrist for a woman.”  And I got a kick out of that, and wrote him an e-mail back, pointing that out to him.

In that e-mail I wrote him, I  also told him that I loved that typo, and it helped me, because I always felt bad after I had sent an e-mail and realized that I had made a typo.  So I told him he had made my day.  And when I sent my e-mail, I specifically made sure to send it only to him, rather than press “Reply All.”   I didn’t want to point out his mistake to everybody — that seemed snarky and ungenerous.  I just wanted to communicate with him about it.

So, later that day, my supervisor at work told me that she had received my e-mail, too.  And I couldn’t believe it. I figured that mistake was due to (1) all my Windows programs at work being updated a few days before I left, which has been confusing the hell out of me and (2) the fact that I was soooo exhausted my first day back at work.

And I felt AWFUL.  And I knew my feeling that way was all out of proportion to the Sin that I Had Committed (which was negligible).  But I just … could … not … shake … that …. feeling.   And I tried, really hard, because my supervisor told me this right before we started conducting an interview with an intern, who is going to work with me next year.

Before and after the interview, my supervisor helped me deal with my … shame, I guess, about this mistake. She knows me well enough to have seen me struggle with mistakes. And, we actually told the intern we were interviewing (who was great, by the way) about how I was worrying about this dopey mistake I had made, and how my supervisor and I — and other therapists in the department — were learning how to deal with our own perfectionism.

So, after the interview,  my supervisor and I discussed how I could feel better about this mistake I had made, of broadcasting my reply to Tom’s e-mail to dozens of other people.  I called Tom and left him a message, letting him know how I had accidentally pressed “Reply All.”

And,  he wrote me a very gracious, sweet, and funny e-mail back, telling me he liked my e-mail, that a lot of people had pointed out his mistake to him, and that it was all fine.

Dread Mistake #2

Hey!  This one relates to my blog post, from yesterday.  I wrote that post at 7 PM last night, when I was tired and hungry.  I almost titled it “The 30-minute Blog,” because I wanted to “get it over with” quickly, so I could go out to dinner.

And I DID write that post in about 30 minutes, and I felt a  feeling of satisfaction about that. And I thought the post was fine. So I was really glad when I pressed the “publish” button.

Then, at dinner, I checked the post briefly and realized …

(more scary film music, perhaps Bernard Hermann again, with shrieking violins, like from “Psycho”)

… that the post hadn’t really published, even though I had gotten the “You Published 43 Posts” message back from WordPress.

This has happened to me before.  I think if I have two windows open while I’m writing, and I publish the post from the second window I’ve opened, it doesn’t work. Instead, it saves the draft.

So I KNEW that all I needed to do was to republish the post from the saved draft, when I got home. But I HATED that I had screwed up (with a computer, again! just like with Dread Mistake #1). I pictured people who follow my blog getting an e-mail (or seeing the post published on my Facebook page), clicking the link, and then receiving an error message about an empty post ( like what I saw when I checked at dinner).

And, again, I worked hard at letting go of the bad feeling, recognizing — rationally — that I was over-reacting. I realized that,  honestly, who would care?  This was no big deal and quite fixable, within an hour or so.

So, there are my confessions, about my two dread mistakes.

And I’m letting go of shame, right now, about how I can get so upset about such trivial mistakes.

And I’m working on this, dear reader, throughout this Year of Living Non-Judgmentally.  I’m working on this, really hard.

And I’m definitely making progress.

You know, I wrote a chapter about Mistakes in the book I’m working on.  (Possible title of that chapter: “Mistakes Won’t Kill You.”)  And I talk to people about mistakes, in my work, a lot.  And I know I’m not alone in beating myself up about mistakes.

I know I’ve written about mistakes in earlier blog posts here, but you know what? I’m not going to look at my past blog posts right now and provide some links.

This post doesn’t need to be perfect.

And neither do I.

And neither do you, dear reader.

Done! Back to sleep.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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Day 44: The Daily Blog

It’s 7 PM on Day 44 of the Year of Blogging Daily, and I have no idea what my topic is going to be. And I’m hungry. I want to have dinner soon, but I want to write this post before dinner.  My big plans for after dinner? Watching some TV shows I DVR-ed while I was on my trip, which I’m REALLY looking forward to.

So I’d like to write a blog post, now.  But about what?

I’ve had  ideas for topics, popping up throughout the day, including:

  1. Writing thank-you notes.
  2. How to give yourself a great 60th birthday party.
  3. Tips on traveling by yourself
  4. Decisions, decisions
  5. The 30-minute Blog
  6. Irritating things

That last topic is an indication that I’m hungry.

I’m very much in touch — right now — with the reality that writing a daily blog does present this danger: that posting might turn into something that I SHOULD be doing.  (If you want to read a previous post about SHOULDs, it’s right here.)

Writing a daily post might turn into a source of stress,  another obligation.  And an INESCAPABLE one. Oh, no!  I just finished a post less than 24 hours ago,  and NOW I HAVE TO DO ANOTHER ONE!  Eeeeeeek!

If there’s something you need to do every day, I guess freaking out like that is always a possibility. But I think there ARE ways to let go of that stress.

For example, you can always — in the moment — get a sense of what might help you complete your task, balancing different priorities.

Sometimes, it really helps to name what those priorities are.

In this case, my priorities are:

  1. Eat dinner.

That’s it.

Okay, that completes today’s post. Thanks for reading!

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Day 43: Home-based realizations (Starring Growth! Safety! and the Entire Medical Profession)

So, I’m home. And while I love traveling, very much, I am definitely somewhat “on guard” when I’m away from home.  Especially when I’m traveling on my own for most of the trip.

So now that I’m back in my home base, and relaxing a bit, I’m realizing some things, which I’m going to jot down here, before I re-engage — for the first time in over a week — with my typical morning routine (including taking my son to school and going back for my first day at work).

These realizations  feel new to me. I think I’m having them, this morning, partly because of the personal growth I’ve been experiencing — already! — during This Year of Living Non-Judgmentally.

However, they probably aren’t completely new realizations. They are probably lessons that I’m re-realizing, again, as I move further up the ascending coil of my life’s path.  (Carl Jung spoke about our life’s path being in the shape of an ascending coil, which I wrote about here.)

However, these realizations feel new, probably because I’m experiencing them in a deeper, more profound way. And, even more importantly, I’m making these realizations more real,  right now at this point in my life, because I’m bringing them out from a strictly internal sphere and sharing these with the external world.

Or to re-state that last sentence more plainly — I’m not keeping these thoughts to myself anymore. I’m sharing them with other people in my life and with the whole friggin’ Blogosphere, right now!

So where was I before those digressions?  Oh, yes.

Here’s the main point I want to write today, on this Day 43 of the Year of Living Blog-mentally:

I have trouble believing that other people truly love me and will be there for me, no matter what.  

There is the punch-line — the important realization — right there,  in an italicized nut-shell.

So now I’m going to write a little bit about where I think this “trouble” comes from, for me.

(Although I suspect I’m not alone in this issue. Feel free to comment, if you like, if you can relate to this issue, dear reader.)

I think this issue is related to my childhood, when I was hospitalized very frequently for heart issues.  During those “primitive” times of healthcare — the early 1960s — my parents were not allowed to be with me in the hospital, outside of regular visiting hours.

(Here’s an indication of how far health care has come, in this area, since I was kid. When I tell stories about my experiences in the hospital, people CANNOT BELIEVE  that parents were not allowed to stay overnight with kids in the hospital in the 60s.)

Anyway,  between the ages of 9 and 13, I was in the hospital a lot, dealing with lots of operations and scary things (and people), on my own. So even though I’m sure my parents loved me, they couldn’t be with me during some times when it really mattered.  And I guess, maybe my young self believed — on some level — that if my parents really loved me, they would have fought tooth-and-nail, like tigers, to stay with me, no matter what.  

But, again, it was a different time.  And I think all of us — my parents and me — didn’t want to piss off the People in Control — the doctors at the hospital.  I know that I had this childish  fear:  if I DID  alienate the doctors and nurses, by not being a good (maybe even perfect!)  patient, these all-powerful people might let me die.

And I think that my parents, even though they had the wisdom of adulthood,  really wanted to please The Powers That Were, in the Hospital.  I’m assuming my parents did not want to alienate the doctors and nurses who were taking care of me,  by being Uncooperative, Troublesome Parents. (For example,  fighting tooth and nail to stay with me, like tigers).     I guess both my parents and I wanted to stack the deck in our favor with the doctors. Maybe everyone in my family believed, back then,  that if we were really good and didn’t alienate the hospital staff, we would have had a better chance to survive these experiences,  in the best shape possible.

I’m realizing now that these beliefs — fears, really — were probably untrue. (Now that I think of it, my parents and I were mind reading, fortune telling,  catastrophizing, and maybe  doing additional cognitive distortions.) (The 13 cognitive distortions are listed here.)

I’m realizing that those fears were untrue, because doctors are trained — in medical school —  to keep people alive, whether or not they like them. Even if we had been Bad Patients (or Bad Family Members of Patients), I think I still would be alive today.

But I wonder if my parents and I were (or are)  alone in responding to the medical community that way.  When people seem to have life-and-death power over you, maybe a lot of people deal with that by being compliant, by not rocking the boat, by being as perfect as they possibly can be.

Hmmmmm.  That last paragraph seems like a topic I’ll write about again.  (And maybe THAT was part of what I was trying to write about in my post about anti-Semitism and other “isms” two days ago.  (That difficult and — I believe — somewhat confusing post is here.)

A couple of more things I wanted to say about this.  Maybe my parents DID fight tooth and nail to stay with me, and they didn’t succeed.  (You think it’s tough fighting city hall?  Try fighting rules and regulations at a hospital.)

If you, dear, reader,  feel an urge to comment about what you read here in this post, I welcome your comment, as always. But, no  pressure to comment.

I don’t need you to be a perfect reader, or compliant with my requests. Not at all.

And, I have to say, it’s good to be home.

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Day 42: End of trip

So my trip to South Carolina ended today.  I’m back in Boston, which appears to have survived the snowstorm.

This is going to be a short post, because — honestly — I’m exhausted. I was thinking, at first, I’d write a long and lyrical post about goodbyes and endings. But, forget that.

I’ll just say right now that I think it’s important to mark endings in some way.  While goodbyes involve loss — and therefore sadness — they are also incredible opportunities to acknowledge the importance of an experience.

There are a lot of great memories and images I’ll keep from this trip.  Like pineapples and palm trees …

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kind and helpful people …

 

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wonderful architecture …

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fabulous food …

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 cute kids and canines …

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including the whitest dog in America.

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So thank you, South Carolina. And goodbye, for now.

And thanks for reading (and goodnight).

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Day 41: Love, Fears, Internalized “Isms”, AND the Circus!

So, unlike yesterday’s post, this is NOT going to be a short one. (However, like yesterday’s post, I AM starting it during the middle of the night.)

This post may also be one of the more ambitious ones I’ve written so far, in this Year of Living Non-Judgmentally. I’m guessing that I’ll be writing (and re-writing) THIS post throughout the 24-hour period of Day 41.

(Loyal readers of this blog  — and people who know about Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, or CBT — may notice that I just used the cognitive distortion of fortune telling in that previous paragraph, because how can I really know — for sure — how I’ll write this post?)

(By the way, I’m realizing that it would probably be helpful for me to post a list of definitions of Cognitive Distortions, as a handy-dandy reference.)  (I figured out how to do that — YAY!! and  it’s HERE.)

So where was I before all those parentheses?

Oh, yes.  I think it’s safe for me to say that I’ll be writing this post throughout the day because — as  you can tell by the title — this post has A LOT going on. I mean, look at all the sub-topics in that title!  There’s:

  1. Love, which is a big topic. (duh!)
  2. The fears we often have regarding loving somebody — specifically, the fears of being hurt and the fears of losing what we love. (Another big topic?) (Duh!)
  3.  Internalized ‘isms”. Man, this is HUGE topic — plus, I have to EXPLAIN what I mean by that friggin’ term!  Okay, let me try to define this, right now. “Internalized ‘isms'” are the forces and messages in human society, having to do with differences among people, which we all, inevitably, encounter and internalize. They involve  stereotyping, discrimination, fear about “the other,” stigma, and cultural assumptions about what kinds of people have more intrinsic “value” in our society. I think the best way to explain what the hell I’m talking about here is to give you some examples:  racism, sexism, ageism, homophobia (not literally an “ism” word)  and Anti-Semitism. (I’m adding this parentheses weeks later:  more examples of “other-ness” which can be stigmatized in our society — having a diagnosis of mental illness, being overweight, having a physical “dis-ability”, etc.) (So, ANOTHER big topic?) (Double Duh!)
  4. The circus. The circus, I hope, is self-explanatory.  Well, maybe not. The reason that the circus is there in the title is  because that’s what I did yesterday. I went to the Shriners’ Circus in Columbia, SC, where I am stranded due to the snowstorm, staying at my friend Jenn’s house. And I’m currently addicted to putting pictures in these blog posts and I’ve got some awesome pictures of the Shriners’ Circus!

Plus, something happened at the circus, that inspired this whole blog post.

So there you go.  I’ve got a lot to cover in this blog post.  Let’s see how I pull it all off.

Since I like the healing power of story-telling (see here for a post about Narrative Therapy), I guess I’ll try the form of a chronological (sometimes  illustrated) story.

(I was about to write something like “I’m not very good at chronological story-telling” but that’s a judgmental, cognitive distortion (labeling, perhaps?) so I’m letting go of those thoughts, so I can do a better job of writing this.)

Where was I before the italicized parentheses with the cool link to the List of Cognitive Distortions?

Oh, yes.  The story:

How I Spent (A Day of) My Winter Vacation

On Saturday, 2/9/13, I was staying with my old friend and co-worker Jenn — whom I love — and her family in Columbia, South Carolina.

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 I was staying with her on that date because I had been stranded by the Big Boston Blizzard of 2013 (dubbed “Nemo” by the media).

A few weeks before, when I was arranging my birthday trip to Charleston, South Carolina,  I had let Jenn know I was coming to her state, to see whether we could get together, for the first time in over 5 years.  We had decided to meet for dinner on Thursday night, 2/7/13,  the last night of my scheduled stay. Also, Jenn had graciously invited me to spend that last night with her and her family in Columbia. So the plan was for me spend that last night at Jenn’s, and then drive back the next day to the Charleston airport, for my scheduled trip back to Boston.

However, even before Jenn and I met for dinner on 2/7, my return flight home had been cancelled, because of the Dread Blizzard Nemo.

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My niece and travel agent, Laura, had told me that I might be stranded until Tuesday or Wednesday! Jenn was gracious enough to tell me that I could stay as long as I needed to.

So, on Saturday,  Jenn and her family (her five-year old daughter, Abby, and her husband Steve) invited me to accompany them to a circus!

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I loved the idea of going to the circus with Jenn and — especially — her daughter Abby, who was extremely excited about going to a circus for the first time! Here’s a picture of Jenn and Abby at the circus.

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Here is a fuzzy picture of Jenn’s husband Steve with a fuzzy clown:

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There was a family of jugglers at the circus,

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and a family of trick cyclists (here’s the youngest member):

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I really enjoyed being at the circus with Jenn and her family (although I didn’t enjoy seeing the tigers, bears, and lions there).  (Seeing the wild animals like that made me sad, which — who knows? — might be the topic of a future blog post.)

Okay. So now I am coming to the more difficult part of the post.  Something happened, after the circus was over, as Jenn, her family, her two friends  Jessica and Barry, their two kids, and I were leaving.  And I have some shame about what happened and my reaction, but I think it’s important to write about.

As I was walking out, I overheard Jenn and her friend, Jessica, talking behind me. And they were talking about Jews and things associated with Jews. And Jenn and her friend are not Jewish. But I am.  And I guess I had been — unconsciously or not — feeling a little self-conscious about being Jewish and being in unfamiliar territory on my travels.

And you know what?  I haven’t admitted in this blog before that I am Jewish. And admitting that can always feel like a risk to me —  because I don’t know what effect that admission has.

After overhearing Jenn and Jessica,  I suddenly felt alienated and unsafe.  I was aware of my Jewishness and how Jenn and her family aren’t Jewish. And I wondered how important my Jewish-ness was to Jenn (and to everybody else).  And  I “rewrote” the story of my friendship and safety with Jenn, to a story where she saw me as her Jewish Friend, rather than her friend, Ann, who is Jewish but is a lot of other things, too.

I’m not saying that this re-telling of the story was accurate.  It involved a major cognitive distortion — mind reading. But once that fear was activated, it stuck.

And then, my own internalized anti-Semitism kicked in; and I was very aware of the stereotypes of Jews, as being  cheap and rich. And I wondered if Jenn and her family thought I was cheap — because I was staying with them.

As these thoughts were coming up for me, I felt awful. I felt like I had been kicked in the stomach by my own thoughts and reactions.  The shift from safety to fear — from love and connection to alienation and suspicion — was instantaneous and extreme. And as much as I wanted to let that reaction go, and to return to how I was feeling before I overheard that conversation — safe, happy, and loving being with Jenn and her family — I just couldn’t do it.

I knew that Jenn could tell that something had happened. As her family and I drove to get pizza, she asked me a couple of times if I was okay.  I decided that while I could not shake these feelings immediately, I would ride out the reaction as soon as possible. I focused on interacting with the Adorable Abby.  And I had enough faith in myself and in my relationship with Jenn that I assumed that we would talk about this soon, although I had no idea how that conversation would play out. But in the meantime, as we talked about paying for the pizza, and I waved a $20 bill at Jenn and her husband, I had some more pangs, for fear that I was being seen as a Money-Obsessed Jew.

But within an hour or so, as I consciously worked at talking to myself, bringing myself back up from that vertiginous plunge into alienation and fear, I felt enough trust to be able to respond authentically and tentatively to Jenn’s asking me, “Are you okay? Is something bothering you?”  And I told her enough to start a conversation which we continued — as we could — throughout the rest of the evening (interrupted by our spending quality moments with the Fabulous Abby).

And I was really grateful to have the chance to express to Jenn how that can happen to me — how I can suddenly feel alienated with people I love, fear the possibility of disconnection, and how those reasons can relate to the confusing issue of anti-Semitism in society.

And that felt new, to admit that to somebody.

In her turn, Jenn told me about her own experiences with fears of hurting and being hurt by people she loves, and how she has detached from people at times, for her own reasons of safety and self-protection.  It was a wonderful conversation of which I could write more (and maybe I will in a future blog post).

But for now, it’s time to put this  post to bed. Because I did, after all, include all the topics from the title!

I have to tell you, dear reader, it was a great day — and not just because of the circus.

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Day 40: I’ve been waking up around 3:30 AM throughout this vacation

This is today’s topic, which will be short (I hope!)  because (1) I’m starting  this post (about waking up around 3:30 AM) at around 4 AM  and (2) I’m selfish.

And what I mean by “selfish” is this. Each and every time I write a post in the blog, I try to focus on my own needs. That is, I try to write something that’s going to help me in my quest to learn and grow throughout this Year of Living Non-Judgmentally. Whenever I write one of these daily blog posts, I try to remember to ask myself this question: “What would help me to write about, right now?”

Oh, no!  I want to write a short blog post, but I’ve broached two possibly helpful topics, already: (1) How it helps to balance your needs with other people’s needs and (2) how to deal with waking up in the middle of the night.

How can I remain true to the intent of this blog post AND still keep it short?

How about this? I’ll just write down some random thoughts, and assume that will be “good enough” for this dead-of-night blog post.

Random Thoughts

I think I’m waking up around 3:30 AM throughout this vacation because I’m sleeping in strange beds.

When I wake up in the middle of the night, I know that I will stay awake longer if I start thinking about Things That Feel Unfinished.  Or worries about the future.

And I did have some worries when I woke up this morning around 3:30 AM.

Some Things I’m Worried About

I’m worried that the storm is going to delay my return until Monday afternoon, and make me a day late coming back to work.

I’m worried about rescheduling all the people who were planning on seeing me on my first day back.

My schedule can get REALLY packed, these days.  That also worries me.

I’m worried that, instead of the ‘”easy” transition I had planned for my return on a Friday, I will be stressed out by needing to come back to work the very next day.

And this will probably add to my stress: I’ll be having a more arduous return flight than originally scheduled, since I’m going to have a more-than-two-hour overlay in Atlanta that day.

But you know what?  As I’m writing this, I’m realizing that I’m doing the cognitive distortion of Fortune Telling. (And none of us can predict the future, no matter how intuitive we think we are.)   And I’m getting away from what I encourage other people to do, because I know these things can help.

Some things I encourage others (and myself) to do.

Be in the moment, as much as you can, because that helps.

Let go of fears and worries about the future, because those don’t help.

Okay.

It helped me to write this blog post.

So, mission accomplished.

I am now going to turn off this computer and try to get back to sleep.

Thanks for reading, everybody.

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