Monday, August 3, 2015

you may say I'm a dreamer

Tonight is the first to myself in over a week and a half. The silence is strange and beautiful. As much as I often resist it (filling it with distractions), I've become very accustomed to my Hannah-time. I am so happy to be done with my summer courses; they were great (save one that we'll call Dr. Rectum's course) and I learned a LOT! I wish they had been full term classes but as they were prereq's it's good to just have 'em finished. I learned a lot about myself in the process and relearned that I love to write and that I am good at it. In the online forums I also got a lot of support from peers as an academic in terms of my (ideal and shared) study habits, routines, outline structures, and pure support of my writing style and perspective. As a dear friend pointed out, it's time for me to get a new mirror, I want to see what the world sees in me. 

As the evening shifted to night I sat with myself rather than turning on netflix or Facebook. Intellectually I know that I already have the qualities I strive for in myself - the danger is I want to perfect them and have them be attainable ALWAYS. In my jewelry class I learned that "better is the enemy of good." I think there are many aspects of my past that have brought me to struggle with self-acceptance, and I don't know that my situation is worse than anyone else's, but I do know that it is hard for me. As I looked at my reflection behind my alter of candles, pictures, and affirmations, I saw the person who several others DO see and wondered how she becomes so lost in the chaos of my expectations of her. These days the support I receive from friends helps me to push through the negative thoughts I have and the combative beliefs from people in my life who I don't believe understand who I am or what I'm doing. It's actually hard to write this, knowing they could read it, but I want to stand within my integrity and honor my own process.

One tool I've been using to process difficult situations is thinking about it or talking myself through it as though I were talking to my twelve-year-old mentee. With all my understanding of human development, neurology, psychology, and sociology, what would I want her to hear? I often find that I have wise and encouraging words for her that generally double in reflection for myself. I understand the core of all our searching to be a desire to be loved and seen and heard. This starts with infancy and develops through adolescence and into adult relationships. It's hard stuff - mainly because we collect so many negative habits formed out of mindless action. I wish I could say, "I am- ACTUALLY, no.. I WILL say: I am being more mindful in my life on a very basic level and it feels profound. The smallest of details, given my gentle attention, become precious and worthy of care. In turn I feel more vulnerable in general, which has been terrifying at times and thrilling at others. I believe this humbling, gentle, compassionate approach to life allows me to live from my heart and be the person I am truly meant to be.

Paradoxically, as I am becoming more sensitive to my experiences in this life, I am working to recognize a more balanced scale of response to the upsets. If a "10" is a tsunami that wiped out everything I own and everyone I love; then a "1" is: oopsie-daisy, I spilled some water. The pattern I've developed over my lifetime is to respond in the higher numbers to very insignificant events. Finding the strength and courage to acknowledge this pattern and begin to shift it has given me a lot of confidence in my ability to approach difficult or scary situations. I grew up with two very prominent ways to deal with problems: 1) blow them completely out of proportion and then 2) pretend they never happened. So far, this has not served me well at all! Time for something new. 

I really appreciate the visualization of rewiring neurons in my brain. Considering that until now my patterns and habits have had a certain pathway that automatically fires when I encounter stress or undesirable circumstances, it's empowering to understand that what I need to do is build a new pathway and practice going down that new pathway so it becomes the new automatic response. MUCH easier said than done (though that wasn't entirely easy to explain and I'm not even sure it's comprehensible... though I hope it is.) This will be my work as an occupational therapist with others who are struggling. I feel so grateful to be taking the time now to do this work myself so I can be more empathetic with clients down the road. 

I know that everyone does not have the luxury or life structure to create space for this type of work. We all have our priorities and everyone is entitled to a different set of understandings for what we (as people in this culture) need to accomplish and how to do that. One of the key understandings that I have is that there is no "right" way, and I am certainly working on not forcing my way on someone else (even if I am right! (just kidding.)(sort of.)(no really though, joking.)) I am learning that in order to learn and grow, we must each have our own experience and I am coming to understand the value of failure in the form of falling on one's face. As long as I "support" another by redirecting an undesirable behavior, they can never experience on their own that the result is in fact undesirable. A very small-scale example would be with the baby I care for: she is in the habit, very naturally and biologically, of putting everything in her mouth. As long as it won't hurt her or make her sick, I am letting her do it and today she figured out that certain things are truly icky! 


I came across this awesome video (link below) and while the content itself does not apply to everyone, the message is very clear. We are each entitled to live the life we imagine and I know that I, personally, am so grateful for all the support I've been receiving along the way. As I expand the limits of my heart and make space for error and compassion, I hope to shine a light into the world, encouraging whole-hearted living.

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