Being Conflicted

By , April 17, 2011 10:34 PM

I don’t know how it happens but some of us are really conflict-averse, while others seem pretty comfortable with conflict in whatever form it takes.  Perhaps it’s a difference in personality or upbringing.  Perhaps it’s related to fearlessness or fearfulness.  Perhaps it’s something else altogether.  No matter.  It’s all about how we choose to deal with it, right?

The truth is that I tend to be someone who shies away from confrontation if I can.  I’ve come a long way and I’ve become more willing to engage with people in the last several years, but I’d like to go further, especially in my dating relationships.  More than anything, I’d like to shorten my reaction time.  In other words, when something happens that rubs me the wrong way, I’d like to learn how to speak when the situation is actually occurring.  For me, it’s usually not until several hours later that I understand what about the circumstances bothered me, realize that I am upset, and assess how to communicate what I need to say.  The problem is that, by then, it can be difficult to broach the subject again.

I notice that when I suck it up—either because I’m trying to suppress my anger or because I’ve been unable to understand what’s happening—I can sometimes choose self-destructive behaviors to try to soothe or numb myself.  In fact, it’s gotten to the point that I can look at those negative choices as a beacon to help me work backwards and investigate what isn’t working for me.

Someone commented to me the other day that she felt that I was perhaps too big-hearted, preferring to hurt myself than others.  She’s right—especially in my dating relationships.  I think it’s about time that I developed a bit more reluctance in hurting myself so that I at least put myself on par with how I value others’ feelings.  There’s no good reason for me to always punish myself for being displeased or upset.

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Spring Cleaning

By , April 16, 2011 10:19 PM

I find it interesting to see what trends occur in television entertainment.  Of course, the advent of “reality” shows has dramatically changed what we see on TV, but there are other sub-trends as well…

Shows investigating ghost and psychic subjects seem to be popping up everywhere, as have fashion intervention series.  Then there are the ones about weight loss, cooking, or other competitions, and—my personal pet peeve, which I absolutely refuse to watch—voyeuristic peeks into celebrities’ lives.  The category I haven’t quite figured out yet is that which deals with mental illness.  Do people watch to educate themselves or are they just tuning in to validate themselves and feel better about their own lives?  I have no idea.

This evening, as I flipped through channels, I stopped briefly on an episode about hoarding.  A man a few years older than I am had committed to cleaning up the mountain of items he’d accumulated which was suffocating his family.  He was able to easily discard several empty boxes, but the next object for assessment was a power adapter.  As he held the adapter in his hand and pondered for a long time whether it was something he could actually discard, I realized that there really is a message in this for everyone.

While most of us might not be choking our lives out through a hoarding disorder of items, we can all do better.  In the realm of the physical products, how much excess do we have in our lives?  Do we rely on the acquisition of stuff to give us a sense of safety and control in our lives?  Perhaps.

What’s more interesting to me, however, is the emotional hoarding we do.  As we make our way through life, so many of us have filled ourselves to the rafters and beyond with emotional experiences that we allow to define us.  We store up stories of being wronged and victimized.  As painful as they may be, we stockpile familiar patterns so that we can continue to use them time and again, even when the outcome makes us feel terrible.

Why do we keep all that crap??  Is it laziness?  Or a fear of losing a critical part of our identity which then keeps the awareness hidden in the shadows?  Is it simply a matter of timing—that we’re just not ready yet?  Maybe it’s a combination of everything.

I would challenge you to take a look and take steps to do a little housecleaning of your own world.  Spring is the time for fresh starts.  It’ll probably be useful to get some help.  (I know I need it!)  So much of what we really need to let go is very difficult to even recognize ourselves.  Finding someone you trust, who is also objective, can be one of your best resources and guides in identifying what needs to be let go.  For good.

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Embrace Emptiness

By , April 13, 2011 6:59 PM

My patience is wearing thin.  Very thin.  I’ve had the sense of being in a holding pattern for the last couple of years.  I think I’ve handled it pretty well—going with the flow, trusting that the timing will work out perfectly.  Now, I’m having a moment of extreme impatience.  Of course, it’s not the first such moment, but they aren’t as frequent as they once were.

In a fit of whiney-ness to which my teacher is the regular witness, I declared that I was fed up.  Of course, that did nothing.  Darn it.

But my teacher suggested something that I’ve since been pondering.  Embrace the emptiness, she said.

You’ve probably heard that what you resist persists.  I know from experience that that’s true.  I think embracing the emptiness is actually the next phase of that.

If you’re in resistance to a situation, you’re expending a lot of energy with no result.  Trying to deny what is is just a waste.  It actually moves you backward because you’re not in the present moment (living instead in some sort of fantasy and delusion) and you’re not able to act in the reality of now.

Once you accept the reality of whatever is, what’s next?  How about stepping into it fully?  What about diving into the depths of whatever it might be—an emotion, a fear, a frustration—to see what it has to offer you in the way of insight and information?  Make friends with it.  Let it become your teacher and guide you through to a better place.

Well, and worst, case, it’s probably better than embracing the crankiness.

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Retracing Steps

By , April 11, 2011 9:22 PM

My Mercury retrograde experience is especially challenging this time around.

In case you’ve never heard of “Mercury retrograde” it’s an astrological event that happens approximately three times per year in which the planet Mercury appears to move backward in its orbit.  During the three weeks or so that Mercury is retrograde, communication challenges, technology snafus, and travel hiccups are notoriously common.

I usually make my way through Mercury retrogrades pretty painlessly.  Not this time.  One of the mottoes I often repeat anyway is, “It could be worse.”  The same holds true here.  As much pain as I might be feeling over my computer acting up, the webinars I’m doing for work crashing my computer literally one minute before the session is supposed to start, or the tools being down altogether when I need them for a class, I know things could be worse than they are.  And, in whatever small measure I can manage—even in the worst moments—I am grateful.  After all, I have the funds to get my computer fixed, I can reschedule the class without anyone dying, and I have training materials with enough screen shots in them that I can rely on them instead of the tool itself.  Perhaps it’s not ideal, but it’s all workable.

Another aspect often associated with retrogrades in general (all planets go through them for different lengths of time and at different intervals) is the opportunity to reflect on the past.  You’re afforded the chance to revisit past experiences, assess what you learned and integrate it, and evaluate the usefulness of old patterns during retrogrades.  In other words, it’s a great time to try to gain some awareness of the old, entrenched habits that perhaps no longer serve you.

For me, I’m looking at my ability to surrender.  I used to rely on a sense of control and these days that’s feeling a lot like an illusion.  Maybe even a delusion.

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Two Faced

By , April 6, 2011 9:42 PM

What does it mean when some of the people closest to you seem to have no interest whatsoever in your life, your feelings, your experiences?  Seriously, I’d like to know.

Perhaps most ironic to me is that these people (ok, they’re usually men) inevitably seem to think they really know me.  I find it curious.  Maybe it’s some kind of new math, but I don’t get how that adds up, without me actually being part of the equation.

Another thing that I find fascinating is that for every man who never asks me anything or doesn’t express any interest in my life, I have at least one man who shows up, as if on cue, in the wake of the disinterested guy, to genuinely check up on, support, and share with me.  I just love how that happens!

Is the Universe trying to teach me something?  I think so.  It’s showing me that there are guys out there who are truly caring, compassionate, and interested.  It’s allowing me to move away from a pattern that has haunted me since childhood.

In the dichotomy, I get to see my own progress.  For that, I have to thank both camps of men, even as I watch the disinterested ones fade from my life.

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Excuses Exploded

By , April 4, 2011 10:53 PM

Late this afternoon, I caught part of a talk show in which the subject was rage.  Apparently, there’s a “warrior” gene that can predispose people to having problems with rage.

What was fascinating to me was that of the three guests who had known rage issues and tested positive for the “warrior” gene, two seemed sincere in wanting to address the problem and transform their lives because they’d realized that their anger wasn’t really benefiting them.  The third person, however, seemed incredibly arrogant and actually said that now he had an excuse for being the way he is.

The facilitator for this discussion gave up on that third guy.  It was clear that he wasn’t interested in changing; he expected the world to accommodate him, no matter what the facilitator suggested or the perspective he attempted to provide.

I couldn’t help but think as I was listening that perhaps an excuse is not an excuse at all.  Perhaps it’s an acknowledgement of unacknowledged responsibility and not an absolution.

If you’re aware of something, you do have responsibility for it.  In the case of these three rage-aholics, for example, as the facilitator said, they have a “steeper hill to climb” to manage their anger than perhaps others do.  And, the fact is that not everyone who has the “warrior” gene rages.  So, to me, it’s an interesting mix of nature, awareness, triggers, and choices.

The question surfaces…  What will you do with your strengths and your challenges?  Will they be vehicles for growth or anchors in the status quo?

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Subjective Truth

By , April 3, 2011 10:10 PM

I don’t know about you, but I grew up in a black and white world– meaning that things were either right or wrong, true or false.  There was little room for grey because my life experience as a youngster didn’t really allow for much.  As such, I was a proponent of everything I felt was right and I was pretty judgmental of everything that could not be categorized as “right.”  I suspect that this is pretty common.  Our socialization as children relies on clear messages about what’s acceptable and what’s not.  But sometimes that early mindset hangs on a little too long.

A funny thing happened then.  I grew up.  I lived my life.  I learned just how grey life can be.  I saw how differently your life experiences could color your perception of what was right or true.  In gaining perspective and learning to observe my life, I had conversations with my sister and saw that even though we grew up in the same family, with less than 2 years between us in age, we had very different experiences of the same situations and people.  Suddenly, everything was grey and I no longer had a good sense of what was actually right or true.

In especially the past decade or so, the judgment I’ve carried with me through so much of my life has waned.  After everything I’ve seen and done, it had to.  (And seriously, in many ways, I’ve led a very, very sheltered life.)  My mind couldn’t deny the grey anymore.

What I’ve come to notice is that the next phase of this evolution involves developing compassion.  And, that, of course, is the heart’s inability to continue to invalidate the grey.

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