“Tell me about your eating patterns: What’s already healthy, and where is there room for improvement?”
In the last few years, I have found this to be the most agreeable way to start the conversation with patients about nutrition habits. We get defensive about our eating–so fascinating! Behavior change is complex; we all have our hangups, barriers, and motivators, and they all vary with context, always in flux, which can be so frustrating.
Starting from a strengths perspective, looking at what we do well–where our actions already align with our values and goals–frames habit change as taking the next step on an existing path of progress, rather than as self-judgment and remediation. It invites us to approach self-improvement with curiosity, creativity, and experimentation. When I had this idea of already good/could be better a week ago, I knew it had some connection to my book, and now I see it clearly. SO exciting! All of this inner work–the doing and writing about it–these last 8.5 years, has been in service of the Big Fat Hairy Project (BFHP) that could possibly come to fruition in the now foreseeable future… Wow.
This year, I will use NaBloPoMo as a writing lab of sorts. I will try a new challenge of setting 30 public prompts in advance. This will provide both constraint and freedom–oooo, fun–or not, we shall see! I will play around more with poetry, maybe? Storytelling? Resource lists? By the end of the month I want to feel joy, accomplishment, and wonder, having learned more about my process and evolved it a little, and produced some posts worth sharing and referencing. I will do my best to leash my inner critic, muzzle but not blindfold it, honor its innate purpose while keeping it in a corner, out of reach from my writing implements. I give myself permission to interpret my prompts broadly and respond in kind. And who knows, maybe after 30 days of (near) daily writing, I will have established an actual book writing habit!
I intend to approach each topic below from both a personal and a collective perspective. What’s already good about my own sleep, for instance, and also our sleep as a society? What could be better for me, and what would a system look like that facilitates optimal sleep for a population? Oooo, this could be cool. I often think vaguely, obtusely, in this individual/collective mindset, but this may be the first time I apply it to 30 topics in a row, directly and explicitly. Ohmygosh, how exciting.
So many people are having a really hard time right now. I feel it all around, and it’s heartbreaking. So much pain, both first hand and vicarious; such powerlessness, leading to agitation, rage, and despair… or at least an angsty restlessness, a deep vibrational yearning for things to be very different from how they are. **deep breath** Whatever you have going on, I wish you all you need to suffer as little as possible.
During one clinical encounter this week, Patient and I sensed a vague yet deep restlessness in her. At the end of the visit I had no useful advice to give. Rather than disappointed or apologetic, though, I felt stimulated. From her low energy starting point, I felt wide space for potential, and a rapid slew of questions coming on. So I grabbed my notepad and scrawled as they emerged:
How much do you want a life change?
If change then how, in what way?
Why–what will that give you?
What are the steps?
Who can help (assume you need help!)?
How will you measure progress?
As I wrote, I changed “(do you need help?)” to “(assume you need help!)” and “success” to “progress” in real time.
Looking back, I’m not sure she really wanted to engage with these questions, which felt okay to me. I did not intend to pressure her into doing anything. I did, however, want to share my sense of possibility, openness, curiosity, and agency on her behalf. No urgency or requirement to answer anything, I told her. To “live the questions,” as Rilke wrote, is all we need sometimes. Turns out I ask these questions of myself pretty regularly. Maybe that’s why they came to mind so readily.
What/how do these questions move for you, if anything/at all? What other questions do they spark, if any? What else?
“What proportion of your daily routine/decisions/actions/default activities are driven by convention, social norms, or otherwise extrinsic factors?”
Yet another spontaneous question, this time arising while looking in another patient’s ears and talking about their very young kids’ multiple sports and activities, the intensity and schedules of which rival that of my high schooler. “It’s what you do,” they said.
Getting married, having kids, buying a house, climbing the corporate ladder; PTA, kids’ sports, yoga, pickleball, having an opinion on everything: How much do we do these things because “it’s what you do”? Please understand, I’m not necessarily judging any of it. Social norms have purpose; they provide structure and order in our messy human lives. I also think it’s good to consider, regularly and often, how our personal values and goals align with our myriad forceful cultural defaults.
Where do convention and personal integrity intersect for maximum benefit, fulfillment, growth, and contribution?
I really like this question, I look forward to living it for a while, and I’m grateful to my patient for helping me form it.
Hey, National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) starts November 1! My 2023 theme reveal will drop here on October 31, so stay tuned. This will be Year 9 for me, and I think it could be transformative…
OK friends, now I get to tell you about my Big Fat Hairy Project.
I pitched my first ever book proposal to a kind young agent in June and received generous encouragement in response. Over the ensuing months, I have found myself stymied by fear and imposter syndrome, possibly to the point of physical pain. Admonishing myself to simply plant BUTT IN CHAIR was not enough to make me produce any content. Things shifted recently, though, not sure how or why. Maybe it’s the season? Maybe it’s seeing body changes in both function and appearance after 7 months of regular strength training, convicing me that I can do new and hard things? Maybe it’s connecting more closely with readers and writers, an innately inclusive, generous, and encouraging tribe? Regardless, there is movement afoot. Yay!
On October 15 I committed publicly to a nightly book work discipline: Typed word count, handwritten journal page count, time spent reading/researching, etc.–whatever I did, I resolved to track and share. I knew at some point I would need to actually write editable words in larger numbers–the shittiest first draft is better than no draft at all. But it was not until yesterday that I committed to something concrete there, too: 500 words three times a week or 1500 weekly words, however I can get them out.
Friends, the first 871 wildly imperfect words of my book now exist. O. M. G. And I will add more tonight! HOLY MOLY, is that momentum I feel? I have a weekly skeleton schedule written out: no book work required on days I see patients, at least to start. And I still need to consume books for my sanity (176 titles started this year and ohmygoodness, some are so good!). *sigh* I feel good in body and mind, joyous, solid, and buoyant, in this resolve and commitment.
If you’re interested, follow me on Instagram at @chenger91. Every Sunday I will post a photo of the laptop and my inspriational writing mug. Each day of that week I will log book work in that post’s comments. See 10/15 and 10/22 on the page now!
I wonder how I will stick to this and also write 30 blog posts in 30 days? WHOOO KNOWS?? It’s okay, I get to invent and evolve my way–nothing to lose! And I resolve to have FUN. Let’s do this.
My dear friends, thank you for tolerating the continuous gushing about my romance immersion, 12 months now and still going strong! This post is about more than just the smut, I promise.
“Only my second MM romance. Captivating. So empathically and compassionately written, descriptions of the intrinsic experiences of mental illness, moral conflict, honest self-exploration and accountability open listeners’ minds and hearts to the depth of our fellow humans’ emotional, spiritual, and relational lives–with self as well as others. Sierra Simone‘s voluminous and passionate love of and attention to history shine so brightly, and her writing is both utterly sophisticated and completely relatable. Again, as in Sinner, social commentary is rendered gently, if clearly. This book could be read/heard and thoroughly enjoyed simply as sexy, contemporary romance. And with just a little more contemplation, its meaning and impact become so clearly and importantly much, much more. Jacob Morgan‘s and Sean Crisden‘s performances move and resonate. Morgan’s accents bring us to Belgium and France with vocal ease. The narrators’ expert acting proves that voice alone is enough to convey all we need to know and feel another’s experience.”
OK SO: Sierra Simone. O.M.G, a QUEEN of language and expression, holy cow! Of all the romance authors whose work I have now consumed (and there are so many more, I will not know them all in this lifetime), her voice stands out, rich and vibrant. “…utterly sophistocated and completely relatable”–maybe I aspire to be so, hence my zealous admiration–because while I cannot think of better words to decribe her work, I know she can.
I have now listened to all three full length novels in the Priest Collection and I highly recommend them all. Jacob Morgan narrates with others, and his voice acting is simply superb, so honest and real. Inspired to listen by the Facebook Shaneiaks group live chat with Sierra and Shane East, once again I cannot thank this community enough for broadening my exposure, experience, and insights from fiction! Sierra is known for her explicitly erotic writing, and she describes in the chat how she came to commit, BOOBS OUT you might say, to writing spicy (‘ghost pepper’ level) romance for her own creative fulfillment. It so happens that doing this resonates deeply with readers and listeners everywhere–such a shining example of the far-reaching ripple benefits of open and audacious authenticity. I was moved to tears by Sinner and to deep thought by Saint, to the point of ordering the latter in print to annotate–only the second print romance I own so far.
The thoughts and feelings evoked by these stories almost escape verbalization. Journaling to untangle it all, I could only list the broad topics approached, addressed, probed, and articulated, individually and all intersecting: Racism. Religion. Spirituality. Grief. Blame. Conflict. Paradox. Love. Lust. Intimacy. Self-delusion. Fear. Shame. Communion. Self-love. Self-compassion. Honesty. Reconciliation. Peace. Commitment. Flexibility. AND. Reformation. Relationship, omg: Parental. Fraternal. Platonic. Romantic. Intimate. Carnal. Spiritual. Intellectual. Multidimensional. Eternal. It’s all an intense, existential jumble, yet conveyed wholly and elegantly in a couple hundred pages of writing, through only dialogue and narrative. Amazing.
The Catholic Church. Simone notes at the beginning of Priest: “I spent the majority of my life in the Catholic faith, and while I’m no longer Catholic, I still have the utmost affection and respect for the Catholic Church… That being said, this novel is about a Catholic priest falling in love. There is sex, more sex, and definitely some blasphemy. (The fun kind).” Her attitude toward the church is respectful, even reverent, as she clearly acknowledges its flaws and failures. Her criticism is loving, never disparaging or rude. How would our world be altered if more of us could take this approach to change and justice?
I think I liked Saint in particular because of the courageous and difficult journey Aiden takes toward integration–to know that he may carve a unique and unprecedented path to being wholly devoted to God without sacrificing any part of himself. I wanted so much for him to embrace that infinity loop of polarity navigation–self-acceptance and independence from dogma and wholehearted communal spiritual participation. Simone’s portayal of church leaders, always local and in personal relationship with the heroes, is so empathetic–they exemplify the ideal spiritual leaders and pastors–helping people through their personal conflicts and crises with love, compassion, humility, and non-judgment.
Characters on journeys to becoming their whole selves, loving each other in the process, helping each other self-actualize–is that what moves me? Isn’t that what heals? In the context of a social structure that has so much of its own paradox–such profound benefits of faith and community and also radically high risk for severe dysfunction, omg… Is there an institution other than religion, that harbors such gaping potential for both healing and harm?
Simone shows how to maintain a loving, open perspective, accepting both poles of the Church, by writing how three brothers in one family react to the same trauma (sister sexually assaulted by priest, later dying by suicide)… Her books do not generalize, dehumanize, demonize, or judge anyone or anything in broad strokes. She does not throw anyone or anything away, nor does she dismiss, excuse, minimize, or deflect. The novels don’t necessarily explore deeply–or I should say explicitly? They are not political or sociological commentary at their core. But through the characters’ struggles and stories, we get to consider myriad gray areas and dig, if we wish, patiently and lovingly, into deeper meaning, both collective and individual, shared and private. The characters’ relationships bridge diversity of race, gender, sexuality, and other aspects of humanity; their moments of epiphany, empathy, and connection emerge in gentle starkness, drawing readers/listeners into vicarious, second hand emotional education.
The ancillary characters all play important roles–obvious and blatant in message–necessarily. They remind me of my own role as physician: I get to observe you, my patient, and your life, as a third party. I am not in your life with you, for the most part. I get to stand and walk next to you when you come to me; I witness. I can know you, and you get to control (much of) that. I can only pry so much; you can choose to withhold. And I may still, if I pay attention, see you. Because our relationship is low-stakes and imbalanced (my role is only to survey and advise, much like the mentors, teachers, and pastors in these stories), I have the freedom to speak frankly, objectively, and lovingly… You may receive my advice more openly than from loved ones because of my credentials and the nature of our relationship. What a fascinating and meaningful privilege.
I wonder how people reject these stories–what do they object to, what are the emotions, triggers, rationalizations, and other factors? To me, these stories can be taken as lessons in honesty. Maybe that’s why I love them so much, because honesty is important to me, and barriers to honesty and self-relection can be formidable in the context of such strong, dogmatic social norms as in the Catholic Church, so heavily steeped in ritual, tradition, and institutionalization. Maybe I see these stories as exemplary works for culture change–fiction as vehicle for social movement–duh-HA! Does anyone expect that from romance? It’s unexpected and, I think, deliciously subversive. Such artful integration, BRAVA. More, please.
God bless Sierra Simone and authors everywhere and in all times, who make us think, feel, and connect, to be and do better.
Healing Through Connection 