Kitchen Conversations

"I love that some of our most deep and meaningful conversations can occur in the simplest of places. Chance circumstances lead to connections that we can't even fully appreciate the significance of until we reflect on them, or find ourselves recalling random conversations with people years after the fact, marvelling at how relevant they seem to who we are now... who we've become. Yesterday, I had one such conversation.

A colleague was making a tea in the kitchen while I mindlessly stirred my oatmeal and we struck up some chat, as humans do. I've no idea how we got on the topic, I actually don't think there was a lead-in, They just launched into it, boldly and a bit frustratedly (is that a word?) claiming that the adage 'everything happens for a reason'
"is BULLSHIT". 

Seriously, I googled 'Everything happens for a Reason' in search of a meme; and now I just really want to read this book!


While my own feelings and spirituality vehemently oppose this belief, I authentically enjoy understanding other people's perspectives so I asked them to elaborate... They explained that nothing happens for a reason, shit things happen simply because they do, there is no purpose or deeper meaning; that's a lie people feed themselves to make them feel better (which I do actually agree with)... And to top it off, that way of thinking underlines why religion exists... because people need something to believe in, and it's for suckers.

Though I didn't admit this to my colleague, the mere thought that nothing has a larger meaning f*$!ing terrifies me. The only peace of mind I've found, healing for 
my anxiety and panic disorder... ok, and my OCD as well... heavily relies on the premise that someone or something is in control. I don't like that it's not me, but I'm willing to trust that the Universe knows what it's doing, is keeping some sort of balance that will ultimately prove Just... even if it's over multiple lifetimes. To believe there is no bigger picture, that it's all uncontrollable chaos, terrifies me to the point that my stomach twists and my brain folds over on itself, throwing up a smoke signal that spells 'does not compute!' F*#$, so much has happened to me in this life... I NEED to believe there's a higher purpose for it all, yet here's this strong person totally unafraid to avow that's a bullshit, if not weak, viewpoint; little more than a spoonful of sugar to help me swallow life's atrocities and injustices. Hell, I can't dispute there's truth in that... but... there must be a BUT! Don't get me wrong, I appreciate entropy as much as the next person, but for it to be the sole governing force of the Universe, without compassion or sense of karmic justice, is more than my Spirit can bare.

We shared some respectful too-ing and fro-ing... there were many 
emotions writhing in me... jealousy that they could be so brave and bold as to trust fall into nothingness and chaos, defensiveness over my own beliefs, curiousity in their argument and perspective; so much in such a small conversation while fixing ourselves a refreshment. I love this shit!

They then struck upon something that I believe informs everyone's belief around 'everything happens for a reason,' and that's culture. I'm a native-born American and they're originally from South Africa... we're both desensitised to violence and general trauma compared to most Kiwis. This belief is indeed heavily culturally relevant. Here's someone who has seen shit that's off the charts cruel and chaotic, horrific things happening to people for seemingly no reason, so their way of coping was to embrace it and disregard any type of benevolent 'master plan.' I too grew up in, uh, ahem, unfortunate circumstances and experienced various forms of abuse, so coming to believe in something greater than myself allowed me to relax and surrender a degree of control... Interestingly, this is a mindset I had to adopt to 
shift from anxiety and panic to peace; yet across from me is someone who made the same shift by believing the exact opposite. Fascinating!

We eventually reached common ground, which further intrigued me, as they struck upon my #1 guiding life principle... stating it's all about learning from experiences... and I couldn't agree more. After reading 'The Gifts of Imperfections' I've repeated my homemade mantra "I learn with a grateful heart" nearly everyday, and I can honestly say it's changed my life; definitely for the better. It helps me transition from a
victim mindset to a thriving mindset. The former leaving me afraid of what's around the next turn, leery of the next horrible situation I'd have to face; constantly on-edge. The latter enabling me to accept the sigmoidal curve of lifes' adventures, trusting myself to grow and learn and develop as I process and move through the ups and downs, safely. It's like flying above a storm, still feeling some of the turbulence without feeling we're in direct danger. Whether it's a happy occurrence or a tough challenge, I always seek to learn and remain grateful for the lesson (even if it feels like my ass is black and blue, I can take care of that!).

We parted, thanking each other for the deep conversation, and true to my core beliefs, I was happy to have the opportunity to ask myself why I believe what I believe; explore another rabbit hole 🐇.


Original Publication Date 08 August 2020, Revised 03 January 2023

Becoming

I did not kill her, but she died.
At times peacefully, at times fighting, petrified.

I see them, and they see me.
I am not who they knew, how could I be?

Years ago I was different, same as yesterday.
Thoughts and emotions, each cell shifts everyday.

No, I did not kill her, but compost she did become.
Her death was a gift, flying, flowing, to freedom.

Isolation, Grief and the Power of Choice

[NOTE: If the thought of reading this entire article is daunting, skip down to the colourful equation below and what follows. There's a message I would really love everyone to think about.]


"... I'm starting to lose the plot, and I'm not consciously sure why. I get up, workout, go to work [in the spare room], go for walks with my husband... all the shit I normally did yet something is changing. I'm spiralling with calorie control, I don't feel like writing, reading, meditating, running or doing other things I know are good for my mental health. Even now, I had to make myself stop playing on Pogo to write. Something, oh something, is definitely amiss. I also don't sleep well every night. I'll often wake up at 3am and just start my day cuz I'm not sure what else to do.

I've tried planning, I've tried finding comfort in the math around what I burn versus what I eat... still, something eludes me and I'm gonna need the Universe's help to suss it out. No doubt it'll have something to do with control... it always does. Or perhaps it's because it's now been 2 weeks of isolation and though I've gone without seeing people for long time periods, it's never been quite this long before. My brain is starting to understand that something is wrong. Perhaps... just perhaps.

It's like being trapped, stuck in my normal routine in an entirely different way; a terrifying way. The clue that I have little motivation to do what normally 'plugs me in' is a hint that I'm avoiding finding or confronting whatever is bugging me. I don't feel well enough to run the 14km I was aiming at, but I can do 7km dammit or plop my ass on the bike for awhile. I can run with this, mull it over, dig deep... what am I afraid of? Getting fat is too easy, it's something else. Loss of connection with people? This isolation is indeed disturbing human's natural order of community; is my caveman DNA feeling this isolation in a way my 21st century DNA can't understand?... Feels like there's something there..."

And with these thoughts drifting amongst my brain matter I set out for my jog. Many things came and went, but what resonated most strongly were two sentiments: one, acknowledging the grief I feel for the way life used to be, and two, regarding how such significant life changes impact our human psyche.

And though it seems odd, I realise that I am in fact grieving; we likely all are whether we're aware of it or not. To think that life can return to how it used to be is a fantasy, a lie we tell ourselves to cope. THanks to an invisible virus, how the World operates has literally gone ass-over-end and we're treading boundaries we didn't even know existed. The term used, which is apt, is 'building the plane while flying it.' There are plenty of examples, but my favourites are redefining who are society's essential workers (because they're not necessarily the people who are compensated the most), and ironically returning to an older way of life but with the technical infrastructure of this social-media-driven, completely bizzarre, age. An interesting mix of families staying home, cooking meals, going for walks and pursuing new creative endeavours, while also able to stay connected to friends, family and loved ones outside of their physical bubble via video calling, Facebook and/or Twitter updates, Insta and Snapchat.... Hell, even email is now considered ancient technology.

Sure, there are heaps of negative examples as well, but has dwelling on negative shit ever really helped anyone? I did a lot of self-development work to ditch my negative mindset, and I'm sure as hell not going back! The fact remains however, that as a population we're in limbo; a state of transition that is extremely uncomfortable. We're grieving the old way of life, in isolation, and may not necessarily have a safe outlet for that grief or healthy coping mechanisms... as a result many people are turning to comfort/boredom eating and gaining weight. I, however, turn to exercise and deal with the consequences mentioned in italics above accordingly 😅😬. Nothing is as it was, nor can the way we're living now go on forever 😷. What life will look like on the other side is an unknown, and a vast majority of humans don't deal well with uncertainty. I know I'll put my hand up 🙋, especially given my previous struggles with anxiety.

As a scientist, I see it as an equation:

[Uncertainty about the future] + 
[Insecurities and fear for our survival/way of life] + 
[Feelings of hopelessness and powerlessness] = 
Doing dumb shit to regain some semblance of control and security 
(like buying copious amounts of toilet paper, or my own version of panic-buying)

Growing Pains... something I've ruminated about previously.

This brings me to the second point, the effect of significant change on people. In the Tarot there's a card of much significance that is about life's big changes called The Tower, and the picture on the card explains it all. One day lightening strikes and breaks down what we thought we knew about our lives. People fall, buildings crumble (all metaphorically speaking, of course) and we're left in stunned silence wondering how the f*$@ we're going to pick up the pieces. It leaves us with the confronting question of what's worth rebuilding or if we have the inner strength to make a start. When this card comes up in a reading I open up the conversation by asking about choices, because change gives us all a choice:

  1. Be a victim to it, and succumb to sensations of helplessness and disempowerment... F&*#-ing BLEAK!
  2. Put on those Superman/Superwoman underwear and lean the f*#@ in! Put that cape on and fly bitches!


Importantly, we're all entitled to about 10-15 minutes of state #1 (i.e., victim state), it's an essential component of the grieving process. After we've had a sufficiently festive pity-party 🎉 however, it's time to flex those adaptive resilient muscles and start rebuilding. Even better, we now have new insights and perspectives with which to rebuild; wiser from the pain, we can build a stronger foundation! 💪

Most people find transitioning from state #1 (victim) to state #2 (ass-kicker) difficult as they can't see the choice or even understand what is causing their discomfort and pain. Time spent in intentional self-reflection is what helps me, and it's as simple as what I did above: write in my journal, go for a jog and mull shit over... look what happened! Sure, I'm still uncomfortable. I'm still not happy about the situation, but everyone can be damned sure this girl is making lemonade from these lemons! (And by lemonade, I mean gin and tonics with lemons in them 😂)

See you on the other side friends!

Original Publication Date 05 April 2020, Revised 21 November 2022

20MRH: Corona-cation and Lessons in Panic-Buying



Talking Points:
  • Setting the Scene: Troubled times, going to alert Level 3 and the impending Corona-cation
  • Realising what I've linked to my sense of survival via adventurous panic-buying/eating (~5mins)
  • Being grateful for isolation company (~10mins, FYI I got permission to use my husband's name 👍)
  • Pack it up and go the f*$! home! But... my laptop died 😱(~12mins)
  • Learning through the freak out embracing change, because if we don't life is gonna kick us in the nuts 💥 (~16mins)
  • Our human lizard brain and embarrassing examples of my own irrational thinking (~20mins, apologies for the wind background noise )
An example of what drives my irrational fear of both weight-gain and emaciation
  • Be kind! Embrace our own and each others unique irrational fears, and how we cope to ease those fears (~23mins)
  • Taking care of each other by remembering to go easy on ourselves when we're panicking, most people aren't even aware of their irrational fear-based survivalist thinking (~25mins)
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Enigmatic Appreciation

Four splendid lush blossoms plucked from our rose bush and placed in an ordinary drinking glass appeared for no particular reason one day. Just there, as seemingly simple as the life we share. A small gesture to some perhaps, but as I gaze upon them a mixture of emotions flood me. An amalgam so complex that I found myself halfway down the rabbit hole before I realised that my brain was at work performing its favourite past-time: esoteric analysis. I should've known, I was vacuuming, and I often find inspiration in this most unlikely of activities.
💖🐇🌹🐇🌹🐇🌹🐇🌹🐇🌹🐇💖

Men buy flowers for women for any number of reasons, but these flowers were not purchased with money. They were purchased with something of far greater value; consistent labour and steadfast patience. Months ago we took a trip to Bunnings to purchase some flowers, soil and compost, all the gardening essentials. I've always wanted plants in my yard but found the venture far too daunting since the only thing I excel at is killing them via over- or under-watering. Classic Summer, too much or too little; balance often eludes me in far more areas of life besides horticulture. But I digress. Our plants were laid out, placed in the earth and tended to without me lifting a finger. Each and every day they were fertilised, watered and de-bugged by hand (at my frustrating insistence as pesticides may harm or otherwise starve my Montis!). The only effort I ever expended on their care was walking amongst them and talking to them every now and again, especially the yellow roses which are my lifelong favourites. No words were ever exchanged between my partner and I, no 'thanks', just an odd sort of understanding that I wasn't the gardener in the family. He consistently maintained our modest plot knowing I held it dear, though I never say anything to that effect. Likewise, though I know there were days he rather-not, he tended it without any complaints. There are things we routinely do for each other regardless of how we may feel. Whether grumpy or joyous, small acts of commitment appreciated in the heart rather than the mind. Yes, buying flowers is easy. Sowing them for months then hand-picking a few, inspired by the incomprehensible energy flow that is love, is not.


Before I lose everyone who may be thinking 'Well isn't that nice.... I wish my partner would do something like that, or .... I wish I had a partner, or ..... [insert some other form of comparison-inspired envy], rest assured that my rabbit hole is not exclusively filled with heart-eyed white fluffy bunnies. My brain has an interesting way of seeing something beautiful and morphing it into a profoundly shadowy dreamscape. There are two sides of every rabbit hole, one ordinary and the other not-so. The latter particularly elusive because it contains darkness we'd rather not think about, but how else are we meant to determine how we truly feel? In this case, the fluffy bunnies on 'that' side of my rabbit hole looked more like gnarly mammoth-bunnies with overgrown teeth and sharp claws; not unlike the pit of snakes I've described in previous works to convey how we might learn from our darker thoughts and emotions. Learning to love both of these perspectives within ourselves equally, is my very definition of self-development.

Right, where was I? Oh yes, the roses!

As I contemplated all the love, appreciation and consideration that went into an otherwise mundane act of lobbing off a few rosebuds and sticking them in a cup, I found myself overcome with gratitude (aka fluffy bunnies). In my vacuuming frenzy, however, I also sensed this gratefulness traveling with odd companions, my old familiar friends fear and anxiety (aka Freddy-Kruger and Chuckie-Doll bunnies). I noticed this internally because I heard my thoughts spiral around these three points:
  1. Do I actually deserve someone who loves me on a level I can't possibly comprehend? Someone who waters these roses on days when I'm nearly certain he'd rather spray me with the hose since I've been nagging him all day about something trivial? Tends them while I'm off travelling for work, having a wine with a friend or selfishly gymming for the second time that day? Fertilises them whilst I do little more than pay my half of the bill?
  2. How can I hope to sustain my current level of gratitude and never take him for granted? 
  3. Where the shit do these loving sensations f*$!-off to when something doesn't go as I planned, and/or I get pissed for some reason or another? 

🐇🐍👀Looking into the weird and wonderful side of the rabbit hole wherein these thoughts lay:

#1. A long-standing self-worth dilemma that I'm 100% confident I share with every other human. Whether they care to admit it to themselves or not, is another matter completely. One of the most beneficial practice I've adopted is continually looking straight into the ugliest parts of myself and consciously CHOOSING to love myself anyway, flaws and all; lord knows I give myself lots of opportunities! The point is this, damn yes I deserve someone as amazing as this! Nothing good has ever come from feeling like I'm not good enough. It's only ever left me feeling indebted to someone who either never asked for my sacrifices, or who learned to start taking advantage of them. Neither of these situations enables healthy internal or external relationships.
No one is perfect, and we all deserve someone who loves us regardless of our humanity. 💘

#2. Ah, a question the likes of which holds the key to the 60-year marriage we ambitiously pursue! I called in a ringer to help me answer this question, going straight to the source by asking my husband. For the record, no, I don't consider this cheating on the 'How do you want me to show you appreciation?' quiz. Perhaps unsurprisingly, he feels it's as simple as expressing the appreciation one feels in real time; meanwhile my head was swimming with other abstruse considerations:

- A lack of appreciation is intrinsically linked to a false assumption men owe women flowers to fulfil some societal obligation. I'm aware that I may hold some deep sense of subconscious entitlement to such things as gifts as flowers since bullshit holidays like Valentine's day exist, and sending chicks flowers runs rampant in movies and strongly influence how we're conditioned to view relationship dynamics. Put simply, women expect to get flowers and men expect to have to give them, sans appreciation; which I think is rubbish.
[Note: This is my ex-American influence and doesn't necessarily reflect the Kiwi way of life, for which I'm eternally grateful.]

- I might also take my husband for granted and forget to voice my appreciation because, over time, I forget what it was like to be alone. People form habits far faster than we break them, and when in a relationship we make our 'other' a habit with astonishing speed. Too quickly I stop thanking my husband for watering the garden and doing the yard work, and start asking him why it hasn't been done yet. What was once an appreciated yard chore becomes an expectation devoid of recognition. There's no antidote other than remaining mindful that, without my 'other,' I'd need to do that shit myself, so I damn sure better say thank you!

I would never take the beauty of Mt. Taranaki for granted, and by extension it reminds me remain grateful for my husband. 

#3. Full disclosure, it's been suggested that I have OCD which is little more than an obsession and chronic need for control. One gigantic hurdle along my transformational adventure centres around finding ways to cope when I'm confronted with the fact that I have little-more than f*$#-all control in general, and precisely zero-control over anyone other than myself [Our control lies solely in our own mindsets and choices]. Admittedly a contributing factor to my largely-singular existence, people are the one variable that I typically put in the 'too hard' basket. Being single was much easier than dealing with the stress of constantly factoring in someone else's wants and needs. All this to say that I still struggle, and though I've traded in my single-dom for all the right reasons, when the plans I make change suddenly, never mind if they're plans I've made for another without notifying them (always with good intent, haha); I well, I tend to lose my shit.

Down into the snake pit I go until I regain some semblance of composure, remember that I'm still learning how to cope with my volcanic anger, how to temper it with the proportionally diminished sensations of the love that I normally feel, and that's okay. When I'm down in that pit, though I'm a bit ashamed to admit it, some of those snakes hiss 'I was better off alone,' and I'll be damned if I don't believe them! So yes I worry, I worry that I'll make a lop-sided decision under the influence of a few black-hearted snakes, snakes who forget how utterly miserable I was being alone all the time. Hope lies in the fact that my awareness allows me to recognise that I'm not seeing things clearly, even if I'm too pissed to care. As I come down off the anger, I can again hear the snakes that remind me of all the ways my life has been exponentially enriched when I said 'I Will.'

This precise situation was succinctly summarised on our honeymoon stay at Dawson Falls Mountain Lodge when, during our dinner service, the owner said that 'some nights you'll want to smother him with a pillow, but in the morning you'll be glad he's there and he's yours.' Words to live by.


Yup, four rose blossoms and a vacuum cleaner instigated all of this, which is why I affirm that self-awareness is a double-edged sword. While I appreciate these inner insights, it would be easier to simply think 'awww, he picked me some flowers,' and nothing else. Definitely easier, but it wouldn't enable me to continually improve myself either. By challenging what I think I know, I've also stumbled upon the only method that frees me from the emotional triggers of my past. At the end of the day, it's worth the headache, and my house is always cleaner afterwards too!

Original Publication Date 16 February 2020

Parental Permission

I walked along one day indulging in a beloved pastime, considering the meanings of words on a deeper more philosophical strata. That day's rumination: 

Considering the difference between guilt and regret. 

The more I contemplated, the more I convinced myself that sensations of guilt found their basis in the present whereas regret was based in the past, being a consequence of perpetual and/or prolonged guilt. Simply put, I may feel guilty now, but in a week if I cannot process that guilt and let it go, I'll feel regret.

This intuitive observation drove me still deeper... Why couldn't I let the guilt go? Instead, dragging it along with me into another day... day after day? Why did I still feel upset? Knowing my tendency to beat myself up for being imperfect, I typically feel guilty when I think I've done something wrong, so the regret is directly related to my inability to allow myself to err; to give myself permission to be human, to f*#$! up! Why couldn't I forgive myself?  

Still more layers... Should I always forgive myself? Is that practicing balance and constructive self-discipline? Don't I need a boot up my ass every now and again to keep up my healthy habits? Shit, now I'm confused... Must guilt and regret be viewed as 'bad' emotions? Aren't they simply knocking at the door of my psyche to teach me something like all other emotions? 🐇👀😖🐇


I reflected in my Journal:
"Let's go a bit deeper; how do we know the permission we bestow upon ourselves is authentic? Ah, that pesky little prick called GUILT is a good clue. For example, when I tell myself I can eat an entire pizza as a treat, then feel guilty about it afterwards, the permission was not unconditional. There's a lot to learn about ourselves right there.... what were those quiet conditions that I couldn't hear until the guilt hit me? What am I telling myself about eating a whole pizza that inspires such guilty feelings? For me it's the terror of regaining weight, experiencing the old unhealthy urge to over-exercise and under-eat to re-balance the scales, or simply putting something in my body that I know will slow it down and create discomfort. In such cases as these, compromise is best. Two pieces of pizza over the next few days is not only cost-effective but also quiets those tiny assholes voices, the brain spiders. There's no sense in hating them, they're there to look out for me in their own way. Even if sometimes they are misguided and interlaced with conditioned falsehoods, they're mine, and I choose to love them instead of fight them. In my experience, once they realise I'm not willing to fight, they too calm down and I feel completely peaceful in myself; it's own kind of self-care, learning to forgive myself for both being imperfect and also for beating myself up for being imperfect. Permission to be me. All of me."

This paragraph was actually intended for Protecting the Pearls but I took it out, it seemed to clash with the rest of the theme I was going for; this was something completely it's own. I caught myself, I tripped over the idea that guilt was a bad thing, something to be avoided at all cost, then recognised the false logic (and yes, that whip-lash of mindfulness can inspire a bit of a headache). What I'm insinuating is there is another side of permission, one that I'd argue goes under-appreciated, one that lead me to ask myself the question: What kind of permission would I give myself if I was a next-level kick-ass parent? 

One who perfectly displays the delicate balance between encouragement and acceptance, loves unconditionally but also knows when to challenge? One who knows when it's best to coach their offspring and build their independence, and when to manage their child because they're doing something that won't ultimately serve them well. Don't good parents allow their children to feel guilty and regretful from time to time because they know it will teach them valuable life lessons?

My regional manager also helped me see this boundary. They know my habit of coaching, asking awareness raising questions, and cultivating autonomy instead of telling leaders 'what to do,' so they said to me one day, "when your kid is about to put their finger in a light socket you don't have a coaching conversation with them, you tell them to get their finger out of the bloody light socket!" That was honestly the first time I realised that what makes an exceptional leader, or indeed parent, is knowing which is which; when to take the soft or direct approach. Balance is required lest we create a rebellious little shit or a complete whimp (and yes, I'm referring to both actual children as well as our 'inner' child). Looping back to granting ourselves permission and administering that higher degree of self-care, what are we if not parents to ourselves? 

Our 'Higher-Selves,' AKA our 'Whole-Selves,' coach and manage the little shit that is our tiny human egos... keeping it in check, but also giving it some grace when needed; BALANCED⚖🐇

Creating neither resentment through unjust punishment by our inner critic, nor enabling insidious disempowerment through a lack of self accountability.  Holding ourselves to the appropriate standard for the given situation, considering information from Head, Heart, Body and SpiritBALANCED⚖🐇


I caught myself pondering this new-found theory in my journal the next day without realising it...

"The other side of permission... Why might we feel guilt, yet it's NOT about self-punishment, or beating ourselves with the naughty stick labeled 'I've shouldn't have done that!' or 'I should've done that!'?

Two Examples to Consider: 
1) Sunday morning I slept in until 8am, effectively missing my Tarot reflection time
2) Sunday night I had an all-out binge, giving into that insatiable hunger I feel every night before I go to sleep (which mysteriously disappears by morning, without fail)

At first I thought, 'Ah, a chance to practice permission without guilt!' Effectively, permission = GOOD, guilt = BAD, and by-so-doing completely contradicted what I F*ing wrote in The Snake Pit. In that emotional masterpiece I asserted that there are no 'good' or 'bad' emotions, yet here are these engrained false beliefs, deep within my subconscious, at play in real time. How exciting!? 

But how did I work this out, notice it, sense this critical contradiction? Why, elementary my dear Watson! (but not really) After much back and forth in my analytical mind, which doesn't feel quite so grating as I'm learning to see it as mental exercise and how I work through this shit, it struck me that I felt disappointed in missing my normal 5am tarot and coffee session because I love that ritual! I also felt especially shitty Sunday night when I couldn't sleep because I'd overslept the previous night. That wasn't the only factor affecting my Z's however, since the massive amount of sugar I 'permitted' myself to eat just before bed made my heart pound which always makes drifting off difficult. I awoke, or arose rather, the next morning feeling really f*ing grumpy and without my normal zeal for coffee and a workout

Overall, there was plenty of  feedback (not failure!) to reflect on:
  • I felt guilty (head)
  • I felt disappointed (heart)
  • I felt agitated and not rested (body)
  • I felt dispassionate (spirit)
  • I felt confused by the fact that I'd done nothing wrong yet authentically wasn't happy or at peace with the decisions I'd made (all together now!)
Isn't it possible then, like a good parent, my 'whole-self' intuitively knows what's best for my mental and physical health? That instead of being a self-punisher, I'm transitioning into a self-parenting phase? 

Hilariously, I reached this conclusion while thinking of the parents who PERMIT their kids to chain smoke cigarettes and/or get rip-roaring drunk. In both scenarios, the kid is likely to puke their brains out and consequently abstain from such activity again.... at least for a while 😅. Like the time mom came to pick me up when I was having a panic attack from smoking too much pot. She never said a word, yelled at me or punished me; she just let me eat an entire cake and watch TV with extreme tunnel vision, high as I please. She understood that the terror I experienced taught me better than she ever could. I can't say that I never smoked pot again, but I sure as shit never smoked and tried to drive again, which was an improvement!

If I hadn't noticed the guilt and disappointment, I'd never have worked this out or learned more about myself. Because of my past proclivity for self-punishment, I'm slow to TRUST myself when I hear "I should get up early," or "I shouldn't eat three pieces of cheesecake before bed," mistaking the punisher for a wise parent who is only looking out for what is best for me. So no, it's not as simple as I'd like it to be, but life never is! Wisdom is the ability to choose what's best in any given moment regardless of conditioning or my past. Wisdom is trusting that I have my own back, that all the parts of me are on the same team and have a vested interest in keeping myself both alive and well.

If nothing else, it reminded me to practice what I preach! Oh the embarrassment of discovering I assert 'there are no bad emotions' in one article, then while working on another observing myself calling guilt 'a prick'.... humbling! But, as always, I remain grateful. What a lesson! A lesson in true permission, both sides of it. A lesson in self-responsibility, balanced and agile decision-making."




Stepping back to the more 'practical' present, one more shift was still to come. One that inspired further philosophical contemplations about the kind of parent I wanted to become, in contradiction to the dictator I had been, to my developing fragile human consciousness.

The Sequence:
1. One-part thought-provoking Facebook quote:

2. A million-parts BULLSHIT from ongoing issues encapsulated in a particular current life 'situation' (I'll leave it at that, but it boiled down to continually failing to be 'enough' for someone in a power-position over me though I was authentically trying my best to deliver on their expectations... both f*ing exhausting and disempowering!).

3. Two-parts deeper insight into my inner shadow and how shadow-casting has partly landed me in said situation. Something I also elude to in my Podcast about Compassion.

4. A dash of yet another Facebook quote:

And 'Abracadabra!' one superb epiphany materialises: The way I feel in this 'situation,' the sensations of wicked worthlessness, inescapable inadequacy, and disgusting disempowerment I'm experiencing (yet blaming on someone else), is PRECISELY how I used to MAKE MYSELF FEEL... back in the days when every moment needed to be accounted for, when I constantly demanded so much of myself, when I had to prove that every effort added value, when I couldn't relax and needed to be medicated for anxiety (yet couldn't figure out why...IRONY😅). When I NEVER allowed myself to just be, be myself, unconditionally and with legitimate acceptance. 

Like a flash of transcendental self-actualising lighting, I saw it all... years, hell decades, of disconcerting self-torture made perfect sense. 💖🙏🐇

I'm still only about 68.6% of the way there... I'm still healing and learning the BALANCE to which I aspire. There are still points when I tell myself I've wasted a whole heap of time because I didn't achieve X, Y or Z, times when I feel guilty; but the fact that I'm now aware of these thoughts, emotions and behaviours, can both LEARN and LAUGH at myself instead of turning that guilt into constant regret, is amazing progress! I know what being a good parent looks and feels like now, even if the only child I'll ever have is my own gorgeously flawed, perfectly imperfect, obstinate little shit of a tiny human ego-self. 

Original Publication Date 12 January 2020, Revised 05 March 2023

20MRH: Glorious Weirdos


Talking Points:
  • Contemplating how 'weird' and 'complicated' differ in a societal context
  • What the f*$! is normal?! 
  • Accepting the 'weird'
  • Examples of being 'weird'
  • Exploring complicated personalities
  • Analysis versus appreciation
  • The crux of fitting in and finding our tribe
  • Connecting through relatability
  • Bonus: Fun activity to discover our inner weirdness!
Here's a fun fact: The person who inspired this podcast, I married him.  

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A Whole-Hearted Decision

WTF am 'I' thinking, 'You' ask? 


'You' assert that deciding to get married after dating him for only a couple of months is irrational, even irresponsible. 'You' ask how 'I' can possibly hope the relationship will last, how 'I' know it's even real. Ogling him at the gym for five months is one thing, but marrying him?! 'You' assume that I can't know how 'I' truly feel after so short a time, staunchly believing this will all blow up in my face. 'You' urge me to reconsider, ask if getting engaged isn't a more logical alternative. 'You' ask me why I'm in such a hurry... 'I' have no answers to any of these points. 

To put it plainly, 'I' am not thinking. 'I' know only that I deserve to be happy, loved and accepted for who I am. 'I' would rather remain single and forgo my life-goal of a 60-year marriage than be with anyone except him, though 'I' can't convey how 'I' know this. For the first time in my life 'I' am allowing myself to feel in lieu of the exhaustive reasoning that creates self doubt and undermines the trust I'm trying to build with my intuition. And on that subject, 'I' always somehow knew it would happen this way. 'I' didn't know how, who or when, but 'I' instinctively felt that I'd immediately get married as soon as I met the right person; so why the surprise? We've been close for so long, 'You' know me; an impulsive risk-taker perhaps, yet an endearing one! This utter lack of support is truly disappointing at best, and hurtful worse-still. 

Regardless, 'I' accept that in your own jaded way 'You' are trying to protect me from what 'You' perceive to be inevitable pain, and on this point 'I' agree. Oh yes, there will always be pain, however we hold fundamental differences in perspective. 'I' ask 'You,' what if I waited? Whether I marry now or 10 years from now, the risk of heart-break remains the same. Would the pain 'I' feel be any less if things ended in a month, a decade, or 59 years? Would it not manifest a different type of pain holding out for the sake of some socially acceptable stand-down period? Would it somehow numb me if I lost him before symbolically committing to our relationship during a wedding ceremony? Marriage is important to me for reasons 'I' can not explain to 'You,' nor should 'I' have too. 

I've even wrote a poem, which should help 'You' understand how 'I' feel, and if not....
'You' say "why rush?" while 'I' say "why wait?"
I know that right here, right now, this is our fate.

Dwelling on the negative is so easy, supposed friends who voice scepticism and doubt;
Instead I'm choosing the positive, tendered acceptance from my new family and spouse.

Have 'I' not already waited long enough? 
'I' am going to do it anyway, so 'You' can get stuffed.


And before someone reading this gets pissed because they assume the 'You' is them or I unintentionally start some sort of rumour-mill, I'll divulge that both the 'I' and 'You' are ME. The 'I' is my Heart, and the 'You' is my Head, partaking in my previous familiar pass time of beating myself up. Good old-fashioned inner conflict at it's best! The Head constantly issuing 'Please Explains' to my Heart, ignoring its wants and desires without a logical answer (which was never since the Heart knows no reason, that's not its sense! Literally!). 

Before my self-development work, Heart and Head were all I had and they fought f*!$-ing constantly. Something that bound me in a false-belief of broken-ness for years, perpetually hopeless and afraid because I was trapped in an abusive relationship. F&*#-ing BLEAK! 😅

And now? Now that I've woken up to the presence of my Spirit? Well, my Spirit, like anyone else reading this is simply an observer. Perhaps unlike other readers however, my Spirit is completely impartial. That extremely critical component of my Self sees both viewpoints and feels compassion for my Heart as well as my Head. Throughout the long and parabolic (if not turbulent) healing journey, I've come to understand that this, for me, is what it means to be whole. Non-judgmentally acknowledging that at times Heart and Head have incongruent agendas, they forget they're on the same team and as a result, my inner relationship deteriorates. Healing is learning what it takes to repair that inner conflict so I don't project that struggle into my relationships with others, causing a spiral of drama and destruction; a tornado of heart-ache and headaches. An emotional hangover...

It's taken me years to begin understanding what that communication sounds like, and even longer to comprehend how it feels. So when 'You' ask me how 'I' decide, why 'I' know it's worth the risk; it's because we communicate on that same level. Together we'll heal any hurt that befalls us. And if the worst should happen, regardless of the form of death that transpires, each of us knows how to retreat into ourselves and lick those emotional wounds. We know how to continually tend Eden's garden within, even when it seems beyond winter's barren chill.... Phew, I'd better can-it before I get carried away and too philosophical! 😂

I'll just add this final point: 
Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one but it doesn't mean we need to listen to their shit. 

Do what feels right at the time, there are no guarantees, the best we can do is have an honest go. Even if a decision blows up in our face, we can choose to learn from the experience and move on with greater wisdom. 

So F*@$ it, I'm getting hitched!


 💝60 years or bust, my Love 💝

And Three and a half years later.... bust it went. But hey, we gave it a go and thoroughly enjoyed the time we had together. No regrets. No resentments... not for my part, anyway.

Original Publication Date 15 September 2019, Revised 01 April 2023

Stay

Stay, stay; don’t run away

i didn't believe in what i deserve, so i led myself astray

Be brave enough to say that I am this way


i cannot learn patience until I pause long enough to see

That I am magic, I was born to be me

Free


Lack Luster

Back in 2015 I wrote a definition for Patience, stated as: An awareness and acceptance that one has no control over the external components of their life; most notably, those matters pertaining to other People. . . 

The fact that I 'knew' what patience meant to me then highlights why I thoroughly enjoy self-development. As I evolve and practice accepting that I can not, and do not want to, control other people or their actions, my struggle with patience continues to take on new weird and wonderful configurations, the onion layers peeling back. Indeed, patience looks very different to me now 🐇🕰.


While reflecting on those words I felt deeply for my younger-self, coming to grips with the fact I had sweet F$*!-all control over anything but my own thoughts, emotions and actions. I remember that humbling blow to my tiny-human ego all too well. Hell, I'd be lying if I didn't admit this reality still bitch-slaps me every now and again, lest I forget to stop trying to control everything; like an alcoholic with amnesia who continually forgets to put the booze down, picking it up simply out of habit and a go-to reaction to life's many stresses. But I digress, what I described then is impatience in the form of levelling others to get to where we want to be. Driving like a maniac to gain one car length, stomping over people for the last 'Tickle-Me Elmo,' cutting in line to be the first person on the plane to sit down and, well, sit... for hours 🤔. This notion can best be summarised as 'hurry up and wait.' The reward for our hastiness? A bright shiny badge labelled 'Grade-A Asshole' 😅.


Interestingly, I believe that the 'hurry up and wait' dilemma is a consequence of the instant gratification to which nearly every westernised 21st century human is privy, most notably Americans. This form of impatience is less typical in Kiwis, one of many welcomed cultural differences of my new life... though it does make me stand out as a bit of a dick from time to time 😆! Even that's a good thing however, if I didn't notice the stark difference between my observable agitation at having to wait and the calmly waiting Kiwis, I wouldn't have become aware that my behaviour was unacceptable or have an example to follow to make the required improvements 🙏💖.

After falling down the Rabbit Hole however, my impression of patience has expanded along with my awareness, so let's start afresh! On the most logical level, why would we feel impatient? ... Go ahead, have a go... 🐇


For me, it's because there is something we feel we need but do not have; we are experiencing a deficit or lack of something we want or feel we need. Different people are prone to feeling this 'not enough' issue for different things, but we all share the common sensation. Who, for example, hasn't endured a money dilemma? Experienced loneliness due to a lack of love or attention, touch? Worked at a job that they felt stymied their overall career goals, or felt otherwise disengaged from their work? Expressed an intolerance to hunger or thirst? Had to have the newest iPhone, Samsung or some other techno gadget?  Repeatedly avowed there's not enough hours in the day? Shit, even dogs beg for food and attention...

Huh, I just realised I spend a considerable amount of time beating myself up for feeling impatient even though it's a basic animal survival instinct. That's the primitive biological form of impatience however, this is the Rabbit Hole dammit, let's get existential with it!


There are justifiable reasons to challenge our perceptions of impatience, growing our emotional maturity and resilience along the way. Let's delve into the green underlined text above and contemplate the gap between what we FEEL we need versus what we ACTUALLY need. Emotional survival versus lizard-brain survival, respectively. Within that rabbit hole of a gap, impatience and trying to get what we don't have enough of, is little more than striving to manifest what we want instead of allowing it to come in a more Universal or Spiritual way....

"What the F*$# are you on about Summer?! What do you mean a 'more Universal way'?! If there's something we want or need, but don't have, shouldn't we do what we have to do to get it?!"

... Yes, and no. The Universe operates on a healthy sense of irony, and is never so black and white.

Patience lies on a spectrum between Will and Allowing, and this is the key to manifesting our destiny and co-creating our reality (admittedly, a key I often fumble and drop, or misplace and can't find 😂). I've done 'research' into this lofty concept of manifestation, and so far as I can ascertain, the guiding rule is to live as though we already have what we want, which tricks our brains into thinking we don't need it. In turn, we stop trying to control shit and... Boom! It appears like MAGI💥.

For example, we all know or have heard of a couple who've tried everything to have a baby. Tests, injections, IVF, eating certain foods, post-coital head-stands; you name it, they've tried it! They grow impatient, become obsessed with the outcome and think of nothing other than how much they want to hold that baby. After years, feeling battered, bruised, hopeless and likely bankrupt, the down-trodden couple throw up their hands and give up; remit control. They commit to re-focusing on others things that are important to them to take their minds off of their dilemma: projects around the house, weekends away to re-build their own relationship, time with friends, online courses on something they'd always been interested in, take up painting, start training for a 5k run, etc. They relax, give themselves permission to trust in a 'bigger plan,' an unseeable plan. One month later the seemingly impossible happens, the woman falls pregnant. Why? Well, there's biological explanations (i.e., lowering stress increases fertility), but also emotional and spiritual explanations; because as Humans we are a trifecta of these three energies and they create the whole. We must authentically want something to direct our will and guide our actions towards it, while also remaining grateful for the things we do have whilst waiting and allowing what we want to arrive, in its own perfect timing.


It's very 'meta,' but can we be patiently impatient? Practicing enough patience to wait and see how it plays out on a larger scale, one that we can't completely see or comprehend; yet impatient and hungry enough to take action when opportunities present themselves, thus making progressive steps toward the outcome we want (usually subconsciously)? Until... it finally, fatefully, appears.

These are not easy questions to answer or concepts to ponder. They prompt us to ask ourselves what we truly want, what we feel we are capable of, and what we believe can happen beyond the realm of our control; the larger creative force of the Universe. Phew!


Imagination Station... Picture This 👀🖼
We're at our favourite restaurant getting our most beloved meal... We've special ordered it to have it just so, precisely what we want... Our taste buds tingle in anticipation as we start to salivate... We start looking around to see if it's coming... It seems like it's taking forever, we can't concentrate on anything other than how badly we want it... We remind ourself that good things take time, that it'll be worth the wait... The appearance of other meals coming from the kitchen fill us with an odd mixture of hope and envy, we're starting to fidget... We feel like we're f*ing starving at this point, despair is taking hold... Just as we resolve ourselves on having to go elsewhere, no longer willing to wait, out it comes... The relief is palpable, a wave of calm passes over us as we take in the aroma... Famished, we plow into the meal, barely tasting it... Before we know it, it's gone and we're left wondering... What the F*$% do I do now?

We all have our own equivalent of that favourite meal. It's that something we just can't get enough of, something we fail to recognise we already have (just not in the form we want perhaps), and I certainly know mine. Clinging to the impatient needy perception that we don't have it nor is it likely to ever arrive, life seems a bit f*$!-ing miserable. Everything feels like effort, we're waiting, feeling lost and listless. The mindset of lack becomes a pair of glasses that blinds us to those things in our lives that we do have, that we take for granted. No matter how much food we have in front of us, we focus on the meal we fear will never appear. Are we doomed to strive, jockeyed by actual or misperceived lack? I don't think so anymore, but I'm still working on shifting this mindset and it's definitely a long-term (if not life long) project. Instead of striving I endeavour to trust I'll always have what I need, and in the meantime when shit appears F&*#-ing BLEAK I practice laughing at the absurdity of my meager frustrations when seen on the grand buffet table of life. 


Admittedly, however, there are times that I'm not able to laugh. As I grieved my marriage shit got dire, nothing was manifesting and I heard the diabolically terrifying thought... This is not a life worth living... but then I saw one of my greatest perceived weaknesses turn into strength. Ironically, I realised the addiction to control that led to continual strife and imbalance throughout my life was also the very will I needed to reply... Then let's f*%@ing DO something about it! 💪💖

Actual epiphany provoking text to my Sister When I shared my alarming thought with her.

Taking the whole of Patience into account, becoming aware of the larger picture from start to finish, we can now appreciate that waiting is only part of the experience, but one trough along the sigmoidal wave of life. As evident from the example there is another aspect of the meal-dilemma, holding its own form of discomfort.... As we consume the cherished meal we also watch as it disappears, and it leaves a void. As humans we tend to move onto the next thing that we want and/or need; it's a never-ending cycle. 

I hypothesise that true patience comes when we accept that once we have what we want, reach the crest of the wave 🌊, the cycle will begin anew without losing our sense of serenity (aka our 'shit' 💩😅) or exert unhealthy quanta of control.  

Let's also agree to abstain from getting pissed off at ourselves or others for feeling impatient along the way because, well, we're all human! We can all appreciate the sensation of ping-ponging between hope and disappointment, joy and sadness, passion and lackluster. Patience is trusting that all the emotional ups and downs will effectively cancel each other out, and the ebb and flow of feeling scarcity and abundance is perfectly natural.


Yes, that's a damn lot to consider and even my poor tiny human brain hurts; so here's some rational principles I use to help put these obscure concepts into practice... at least with the front end of the process.

Principles of Patience
#1: Muster up just enough patience to insert the Pause and recognise when we're feeling impatient. Attempt to remain open and curious to learn from the impatience; what is it that we want or think we need but are not getting fast enough or in large enough quantities? Is one of our basic human needs not being fulfilled (food, water, shelter, love, belonging, etc.)?

#2: Be patient enough with ourselves to accept that we can be rather impatient people; everyone is at times! In essence, trust that we can and will shift from being an impatient person, to being a patient person who experiences bouts of impatience 😝.

#3: Be patient enough with others to avoid blaming them if a need is not being met, or we're not getting what we want in short order. We may authentically feel we need to get in and out of the grocery store quickly, but it's unlikely to be so urgent that we need to yell "Get the F*$@ out of my way!" to people in front of us... this is not emotionally mature or acceptable behaviour 😂😳. 

#4: Aspire to one day attain Unconditional Patience, like Buddha or Jesus 🙏✞; knowing and avidly believing that everything is unfolding precisely as it should... the glorious as well as the wretched 💝💩. The impatience, struggle for control, frustration with others, or anything else that seems to get in our way, is all part of some elusive plan that we just can't see, but will someday mysteriously make perfect sense.


Here's how I put these points into action:
  1. I catch myself feeling upset, longing, frustrated, and/or in a hurry 
  2. I ask myself if it's something I need or want, and if that need or want is actual or perceived (Note: This necessitates the ability to challenge some deeply-held conditions and beliefs... GO GENTLY)
  3. I check-in to be sure I'm not being a dick to myself or someone else because my need isn't being met as quickly as I'd like, or that I'm exerting an unhealthy amount of control over the situation (aka forcing my Tiny Human Ego's will onto the Universe unnecessarily)
  4. I remind myself that if I can trust, then I can wait.
The natural question is, of course, trust who or what? I'm not into expressing my beliefs or spirituality too loudly, so all I will say is that everyone must answer that question for themselves, because it may well hold the key to a much happier and peaceful existence.

Original Publication Date 09 June 2019, Revised 30 April 2023.