Rest

NaBloPoMo 2021:  Do Good, Kid

Sometimes it’s just too much.

Perhaps you are familiar with the involuntary shut down?  Physical, mental, functional—the body knows what we need, even if the mind flouts it.  The body usually wins—it puts us down despite our resistance, denial, hubris, masochism, or whatever.  If we’re lucky, nothing that bad happens—we crash for a day or so, sleep, lounge, mope, release.  The family, office, social circles get along without us for a little while.  Then, recharged and refreshed (at least partially), we’re back at it, careening on the path toward burnout yet again.  When will we learn to pace ourselves?  To build in rest and recovery to our hamster wheel life?  If we thought of ourselves as elite athletes, whose utmost well-being are valued so highly, how would we treat ourselves differently and better?

The brain, which constitutes 2% of body weight, accounts for 20% of our daily energy expenditure…. So this exhaustion I feel, how much is of body, and how much of mind? Why does it matter, when they are so inextricably interdependent? How fascinating, this sensation of mental exhaustion, which manifests bodily in no uncertain terms, and yet is fully distinguishable from its physical counterpart—or is it? I feel the somatic deceleration first, then look up wearily and sense the mental blackout approaching on the horizon, a fuzzy dark cloud. I invited it by staying up too late and accepting too many invitations; by challenging myself with too many curious, fascinating! amazing! projects. It’s a recurring pattern I have yet to break, or at least balance a lot better–duh-HA! [cue cosmic laughter]

No wonder I seem to write about it repeatedly in November, though this year I’m getting to it earlier in the month than in 2016 and 2019 (see links above), teeheeee… Not sure if that’s a reassuring and/or ominous sign? I keep hearing something telling me right now, get off the computer, OMG get to bed, SLEEP! It’s like an incessant earworm… “If it’s important, it will be repeated,” they told us in medical school. Blahahaaaa (okay now I’m getting slap happy)…

So I will listen, finally, and sign off tonight with a slackish post.  Tomorrow and every day coming is another chance to practice making healthier choices.  I’ got the exercise thing down; my eating is definitely coming around.  Woohoooo, progress!  But sleep, GRRRRR.  …I’ll get there.  Maybe we can only slay one dragon at a time, after all… but not if we’re sleep deprived!

Root Down to Branch Out

NaBloPoMo 2021:  Do Good, Kid

From the moment you hit the earth

A seed of life

It starts

Maybe ground here is too hard

Too dry

No entry point

Wind blows you about until finally

An open cranny

You nestle in

Soil here is soft, rich

Rains often enough

That you soften too

Open up

Extend tender sprouts

Seeking affirmation, encouragement, stability, welcome

Warm earth says yes, stay here

I’ got you

Settle down 

You’re home

Tiny stem, thin stalk, stiff sapling 

Stretching skyward

With absolute adolescent audacity

Limbs thicken along with trunk

Leaves face, unfurl, seize

Golden rays of nourishing light

Stretching ever higher, as if to lift

Off from the place

That took you in

At your most vulnerable

Hopes, dreams, aspirations—

Learning, budding, reaching

Grow, grow, grow!

Seasons cycle

Gentle, severe

Abundant, austere

Nurturing, injurious

Ad infinitum 

As you spread up and out

In bold, ascendant expansion

Deep rhizomes drill

Down and out

Far and wide

Securing your communion

With all that is rooted

An underground network

Sensing you

Always giving

Your foundation

Holding you up 

Through it all

Grounding fortifies you

That you may strive faster, higher, stronger

Sturdy, anchored stability

Supple, limber mobility

In dynamic balance

Life of healthy growth

Evolution in action

One mitosis at a time

Ad infinitum

Practice, Practice, Practice

Practicing mini, spoonful pancake ‘cereal’ making

NaBloPoMo 2021:  Do Good, Kid

What skill do you really wish to perform better?  What have you already mastered?  What is/are the difference/s between the two?  What skills really matter in life?

Skiing, volleyball, piano, mindfulness, painting, violin, swimming, sewing, writing–what else comes to mind?  When we think of elite athletes, performers, and practitioners, how do we picture them?  What do we imagine their daily lives look and feel like?  Medicine is referred to as a ‘practice,’ even for our most emeritus professors.  When it’s your job, you train and drill for excellence and mastery—like a professional.  Read bestselling author Liz Gilbert’s Big Magic to see what it took to finally trust her writing to make her a living.

But what about other stuff?  What if nobody’s paying you money, accolades, or even attention for doing something that’s important to you to do—maybe things like self-awareness and –regulation, critical thinking, and all things leadership?  Seems to me that you have to be pretty intrinsically motivated to stay on the treadmill of these skills.  And hobbies like Hubs’s fly fishing or my sibs’ marathoning—what’s behind that drive for ascendancy and achievement?  And what is the payoff for all that practice?

First, when we practice in mundane conditions, we develop the muscle memory to apply when challenge or threat escalates.  This is the fundamental mechanism of repetitive drills and exercises—passing, setting, serving, blocking, sprawling, hitting, footwork, ad nauseum.  We chunk individual mechanical movements, integrate them in innocuous and clunky simulation, smoothing and polishing along the way, all so that when competition comes around and stakes are high—it’s not so safe anymore—we can bring both calm, confident intuition and excited, anticipatory alertness to meet the task.  When I practice asking open, honest questions in friendly, everyday conversations, I’m far more likely to exercise curiosity and slow judgment when encounters turn tense and relationships are at risk.  Looking back on a spate of intra- and interpersonal challenges in recent years, and then back farther at the past decade-plus of self-development study, I can see how slow, steady practice has progressively manifested as confidence, competence, and overall relational success.

Second, when we give ourselves the space (physical, mental and other) and time to practice regularly—to make proficiency consistent, autonomous, and masterful—eventually we get to play. During unfocused chord progression exercises, a new melody emerges from the amateur composer’s subconscious. While repeating a basic skill at an advanced level, a player noodles, creating a new method that others then adopt as standard technique. Routine from practice affords exploration and experimentation. We progress from rote imitation to original invention by way of stubborn accomplishment. It’s starting to feel this way for me—that all of this study now gives me the confidence to assert my own ideas for what constitutes a life well lived—Duh-HA!

…Or, practice simply heightens our own enjoyment and personal reward. Either way, life is better, no?

So what practice inspires your commitment today?