The virus is forcing humanity to make uncomfortable changes. This has me thinking about the shock magnitude required to initiate and make lasting change.
The magnitude feels directly proportional to the discomfort the change requires. The consequence of not making the required change has to feel scarier than the discomfort caused by initiating and making the change itself, in order for the change to be installed.
Part of me wonders if the virus is the universe's (or whatever word you use to refer to our collective human existence) indicator that humanity needs a big-time shift in our way of being.
Might it be a reminder to reset our values and restructure our collective being around those values that we've lost along the way, e.g. in the relentless pursuit of capitalism?
I used to buy into the startup culture BS about sleep being a weakness, unnecessary and for people who weren't strong enough to operate at max “hustle” (another damaging concept) to succeed.
I feel grateful to have relearned the importance of sleep. Just Rolling with It has helped me do that. I sleep about 7.5-8 hours/night now.
This has also helped me become aware of feeling tired and/or fatigued. Since I'm not always in a tired and fatigued state, I can recognize when I am.
I've been feeling fatigued the past week or so. A windy 60 mile bike ride Saturday really did me in. I felt unsynchonized during the ride, exhausted after it, through Sunday and even a bit when I woke this morning.
Paradoxically, the more tired I feel, the harder I find it is to slow down. I see this in our young son too. It's a common understanding among parents of young children.
I've learned it's important for me to slow down, rather than continue accelerating at times like this. It's with this awareness I start the week.
My father-in-law gave me The Book of Joy for the holidays. I dove right into the book and experience it as uplifting, enlightening and refreshing. I'm making a point to read or listen to a bit of it daily.
It seems to complement my Buddhist studies nicely, from a practical and grounding perspective. It also got me thinking about Sharon Salzberg again. She said that when researching her book, [Real Happiness] expected to discover that most people didn't consider themselves happy.
Her research confirmed this. Yet what surprised her more was that most people didn't feel like they DESERVE to be happy. I was one of them back then. I feel grateful to have shifted that perspective over the past 4-5 years.
One of my struggles is making time for creative activity. For me, this comes in the form of writing, sketching and photography. I'm setting an intention to do more of this in 2020. Going to more art museums is included in the intention too.
Writing I do here and in other blogs, like Just Rolling with It. Photography goes on VSCO. Sketching is a work in progress and goes in physical notebooks.
Like most things I do, trying to get these activities “just right” blocks me from doing them. These expectations get in the way. Here's to hoping that documenting this awareness helps break the ice and build consistency.
I've started an accountability group with an artist friend of mine. He's learning to code and become more structured. I'm looking to create and become less structured. We hope to help each other in our respective ways, while having fun along the way!
I've been doing most of my free form writing in this blog lately. Before this, I'd been using a small physical journal.
The journal was private. This blog isn't.
I've been thinking of the trade-offs. This blog allows me to continue getting comfortable putting myself out there, being open, vulnerable and available for connection.
Yet there are some things that I feel are best kept private. Maybe they feel too painful or sensitive to share. I'm also trying to be conscious of over-sharing. Brene Brown's over-sharing definition resonates with me.
So maybe the answer is to start writing both here and in the physical journal again. In addition to being a private place to reflect on anything, I experience the physical act of putting pen to paper as a grounding activity.
I'm rediscovering the pleasure of physical books and bookstores. For many years I convinced myself our NYC apartment had no room for books. I'm now enjoying making space for them.
There's something comforting and inspiring to me about being around books. Maybe it's the sense of potential, connection and expansion they represent to me.
I'm also enjoying buying a book even if it may take me a while to get aroubd to reading it. I'm feeling grateful to rediscover the joy of browsing used and independent bookstores. It feels important to me to expose our son to bookstores too.
If I do buy online, I try and buy used on Amazon. My next intention is to start using IndieBound as my go-to online bookstore.