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"Embrace your Cazy, Chaotic Life"
    #14167406 - 03/22/11 10:47 PM (12 years, 10 months ago)

This is from Oprah.com so tread carefully on the predictability and emotional salience. I thought it was an insightful read though, particularly how it allowed me to glimpse moments of genuine fulfillment from a busy, middle-class, (probably white), educated, heterosexual woman in the U.S. I was right there with her. Maybe I'm uber empathetic today.

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http://www.cnn.com/2011/LIVING/03/21/o.embrace.crazy.chaotic.life/index.html?hpt=Sbin

Last week on the freeway, a car did a 360 and crashed into the shoulder, right in front of me. I pulled over and called 911, then got out of my car and walked back along the road to make sure the driver was okay. No one else had stopped.

A woman in her late 20s with dust all over her face was standing by her car, crying and shaking. I led her to my Honda, gave her a Handi Wipe for her face, and listened as a torrent of panicked words flowed from her mouth -- she was unemployed, she didn't have insurance, she shouldn't have been driving at all, people were so crazy on the freeway. I agreed that people were crazy.

I told her that I'd seen the guy in the pickup cut right into her lane. I told her that it wasn't her fault, that she was lucky she wasn't hurt, that the cops would come and fine her, not arrest her, for driving without insurance. When the tow truck arrived, I handed her my number in case she needed a witness. I gave her a hug and told her "Good luck."

The next day, when she found my number in her wallet, she would remember me as the lady who stopped and remained calm at the scene of the accident. To her, I would be the woman with the two kids' car seats in back, the kind of mature adult who stays clearheaded and calls 911 and offers hugs and empathizes and has a travel pack of Handi Wipes in her glove compartment.
What the hell has happened to me?

Right before the accident, I was listening to Eckhart Tolle on my car stereo. He's the guy who tells you to live in the now -- sort of like the guru Ram Dass but more clean-cut, and with a German accent.
"Please pay attention not just to the words, but to the silent spaces between the words," he was telling me as I hurtled down the freeway at 70 miles an hour. "That's where the shift happens."

I was trying to focus on the silent spaces between the words as a means of putting my worries and neurotic thoughts aside. I wanted to shake off the frustrations of my workday before I picked up my daughter from daycare. I wanted to be relaxed and present, not harried and distracted and bossy. I wanted to be living in the now.

I've never exactly been an expert at now-living. In fact, I had Eckhart Tolle on in my car to begin with because five years earlier, when I was trying to gather the will to dump the last of a string of freewheeling, noncommittal stoner boyfriends, I was given the CD by a Reiki healer recommended by a friend who was having so much trouble living in the now that she could barely sleep at night.

I was skeptical, but the Reiki healer, despite having a job title that sounds like an exotic dog breed, was a very good listener. Sure, she would conjure the spirits of the universe occasionally, rallying them to aid me in my quest to find myself and, if necessary, ditch the man whose childlike sense of wonder seemed to require him to remain unemployed indefinitely. But the universe did appear to be on my side more often during that time, plus the healer gave very pragmatic advice: Exercise. Get more sleep. Read this book. Stop thinking that way.

Mostly she encouraged me to open myself up to the unknown, to stop hiding from the world. She quickly recognized that I was a creature of habit, interested in safety above all else, and she could see how it compromised my enjoyment of life. She told me to try new things for a change, drive to new places, stop and eat at random Chinese restaurants and taco trucks, wander through the world with open eyes, dare to be vulnerable in the face of life's unpredictable twists and turns.

I ate some really bad Chinese food during that time, but something shifted inside me. I became more courageous. I listened to the Eckhart Tolle CD she gave me only twice before I resolved to dump the stoner and move on.

I threw a big party. I lost ten pounds. I bought a really nice king-size bed and mattress for me and my dog, Potus, to share. And as I was painting the room that was once my boyfriend's office a defiantly girlie shade of lavender pink, I thought: "This is the start of my new life! Everything will make sense from this point forward. I won't need therapists or healers or New Age CDs ever again. I am open to the world, I am vulnerable, I am confident and strong. I will take whatever comes. I will live with the dangers of the world, I will lean into the chaos!"

That was then. Today, five years later, the baby is crying. The 2-year-old won't put on her underwear. My husband left for an early meeting, so it's all up to me. The dogs need to be fed. The sink is filled with dirty dishes. And before he left for school, my 13-year-old stepson told us that if he has to spend another day in a room that's painted lavender pink, he's going to lose his mind.

The world is one big blaring alarm clock going off in my ear, but I'm staring blankly at myself in the mirror. My hair is pulled back in a knot -- not the carefree knot of a younger woman who hit the bars last night but the perpetually frazzled-looking knot of a 39-year-old mother who spends her free minutes (what free minutes?) staring into the middle distance like a ghost, fantasizing about central air-conditioning. I look haggard and confused.

Why am I getting it all wrong? Why can't I be the kind of mom who gets up early to work out, then showers and styles her hair and gets dressed, the kind of smooth professional who can jiggle the baby while coaxing the 2-year-old into her underwear? Why can't I be the relaxed, organized career mom instead of some harried, slovenly zombie?

But I know the answer to that: I am not and was never going to be the relaxed, organized, manicured career mom, any more than I was going to be the shiny, effusive cheerleader or the diligent Gap employee or the virginal good girl or the wise young lady who dates only responsible, emotionally available guys. I am a disorganized, melancholy second-guesser who rhapsodizes a little too loudly over the pleasures of a cold beer at the end of a long day. I am enthusiastic, yes, and passionate, sure, but I'm also fundamentally ambivalent, angst ridden, and conflicted. I am distracted, overwhelmed, and mostly unprepared for whatever lies ahead.
Sure, I was the lady with the Handi Wipes who stayed calm and called 911, but tomorrow it's just as likely that I will be the one with dust on her face, crying and panicking.

Most of the time, I am the messy disaster, the daydreamer, the disheveled, self-deprecating deep sigher. I am the one who complains bitterly about twisted car-seat straps and an ungodly tide of dirty laundry that never seems to subside. I'm the one who snickers mirthlessly when a moth flies into the baby's milk and it all has to get poured down the sink.
What I want to know is how other people my age with my responsibilities get by. I want to know how they try and fail, and I want to know exactly how they feel and act and what they say when they're failing.

"This is a f***ing clown show!" is what one friend tells me he says when everything is going wrong. "What's a clown show?" I asked. He wasn't sure, but I think I know from my own experience: It's loud, stuff is spilling on the floor, and you can't all fit into the car.
But you could never fit into the car in the first place -- that was only an illusion. All you can hope for is to accept your flaws and get a reasonable hold on your circumstances. No one wakes up one day and suddenly they're living in the now -- even the Reiki healer and Eckhart Tolle and the spiritual masters of the universe agree on that. You're never fully prepared. You never really arrive. The best you can do is to keep painting the walls to suit your new circumstances.

And then, just when I decide that I'll never get a handle on anything, it all comes together: I get a good haircut on Friday, and on Saturday I wake up early and run the dogs for three miles straight. I shower and put on earrings. I sit and read the paper while the baby is napping. I play in the baby pool with my 2-year-old while my husband makes us all dinner, then I have a beer and watch Suze Orman yell at people who are far less financially responsible than I am, while the baby yells along from her play chair.

"That's it!" I think. "I've finally turned the corner! Everything is right. I've arrived at last. Everything will be perfect from now on!"
Of course, that's not true. But this is: I love this f***ing clown show of mine. The unruly dogs, the distracted husband, the alternately sweet and enraged 2-year-old, the enormous baby who still wakes up at 4 a.m. even though she clearly has the fat stores to hibernate through a long winter.
I love them all, along with my overwrought teenage stepson and my little, overheated house and my hairy rugs and my smudged windows and my scrappy, overgrown yard, and all of the imperfect manifestations of this imperfect life. I am flawed, flawed, flawed, and I will rarely feel shiny and complete and utterly calm and prepared.
But look how hard we try, you and me, us and them, everyone. Isn't it sort of sweet, to see how determined we are to do better, to be stronger, to make sure our kids and our mothers and our partners and even our dogs know that they're loved?
Sometimes, even as my world is in chaos, I see myself braiding my daughter's hair, drinking my tea, blending up a fruit smoothie and singing and dancing crazily to distract the baby from the blender's scary, grinding sound, and I think: "That woman is weird, but she does seem to be enjoying herself."


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Re: "Embrace your Cazy, Chaotic Life" [Re: The Whale]
    #14167635 - 03/22/11 11:40 PM (12 years, 10 months ago)

Isn't it sort of sweet, to see how determined we are to do better, to be stronger, to make sure our kids and our mothers and our partners and even our dogs know that they're loved?

A weird statement from my perspective.


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Re: "Embrace your Cazy, Chaotic Life" [Re: Kickle]
    #14167674 - 03/22/11 11:47 PM (12 years, 10 months ago)

It's sacrificing one's own time and emotions to spread love and counteract entropic tendencies.

Seems rather straight-forward from my side of the river.


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    #14167741 - 03/22/11 11:57 PM (12 years, 10 months ago)

I just don't find it sweet. Her kids depend on her and it's serious work, so she has to find a reason to make it worthwhile. To use the mind to counteract the entropy that she naturally feels. And from the sound of it, it doesn't always work. Often times the shit show shines through for her.


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Re: "Embrace your Cazy, Chaotic Life" [Re: Kickle]
    #14167762 - 03/23/11 12:02 AM (12 years, 10 months ago)

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Often times the shit show shines through for her.




For sure.

But it's this darker side of the yin and yang that gives her balance. Of course she only appreciates it once it coalescences to a mindful and pleasant moment. But those heights she climbs and the glimpses she gets from those peaks would not be possible without all of the mud on her boots.

The Western mind it seems craves reasons to feel guilty or suffer, as if happiness must be earned.

To my mind, this is one testament to that.


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    #14167796 - 03/23/11 12:10 AM (12 years, 10 months ago)

Balance? It keeps her going if that's what you mean.


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Re: "Embrace your Cazy, Chaotic Life" [Re: Kickle]
    #14167802 - 03/23/11 12:12 AM (12 years, 10 months ago)

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Kickle said:
Balance? It keeps her going if that's what you mean.




Look at how huge this list is.

How many are you and I currently engaging in order to "keep going?"


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    #14167820 - 03/23/11 12:16 AM (12 years, 10 months ago)

I'm very familiar with all of those. I'd say on the average day I use a few dozen mental tricks to keep afloat. The number has been dwindling ever since I ran into the theory of positive illusions several years ago and grokked that depression is natural when reality peeks through the veil :lol:

Since then I've been exploring my own tricks and as I discover them they start to lose their power. Illusions don't really work when you see they're illusions :shrug:


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Re: "Embrace your Cazy, Chaotic Life" [Re: Kickle]
    #14167834 - 03/23/11 12:20 AM (12 years, 10 months ago)

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Since then, I've been exploring my own tricks and as I discover them they start to lose their power.




I can relate to this. Identification and honesty can be cathartic.

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Illusions don't really work when you see they're illusions




This one is tricky. To my mind it evokes the circular problem of metaprogramming: who is programming the programmer? Similarly, what mind is capable of seeing illusions which is itself completely free from that mind which functions according to illusion itself?

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    #14167857 - 03/23/11 12:25 AM (12 years, 10 months ago)

Physiology is programming my thoughts, far as I can tell. Certain aspects of reality are suppressed, like intense pain, by natural bodily functions. There is a descending pathway from the brain that inhibits pain receptors. Likewise there are both activating and inhibiting neurotransmitters. Far as I can tell, my body naturally inhibited the less pleasurable chemicals through thought. Thought encouraged positive interpretations of negative events and positive chemicals flowed instead of negative.

But as that facade of thought is stripped away, the negative chemical reaction flows instead. This results in less positive thoughts overall and more darkness. This is counter to what I was born with. It's a pursuit of what's beyond my thoughts, even though my thoughts can influence what is there. I'd rather see what else exists. And IMO what else exists is a shit show :lol:


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    #14167871 - 03/23/11 12:28 AM (12 years, 10 months ago)

Is that Darwin in your avatar?


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    #14167891 - 03/23/11 12:32 AM (12 years, 10 months ago)

Freud


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