Inspiration – 500 Words a Day – Day 11

Inspiration. What is it? Where does it come from? How do we inspire others? How do we inspire ourselves? I was thinking about this last night as I was typing “f f f f” to meet my 500 word quota. And I don’t like the word quota because it implies this writing is something I “have” to do, and I don’t find that very inspiring.

Back to the topic.

I was thinking about this topic because I wasn’t feeling very inspired when I was trying to write last night. I felt plenty inspired throughout the day and came up with several topics I wanted to write on, but then I sat down to write and…nothing. While I realize this experiment is all about writing even when you don’t feel like it, I’ve been getting frustrated because I’ve been inspired to write more. Let me explain that. I get inspired to write more often, several times a day actually, but I don’t have the time in my schedule to sit down at that moment and write. And that has happened for several days in a row now.

Even now. As I sit writing this, my son is watching TV. I don’t really have any issue with him watching TV, but I do feel a twist-your-guts-into-knots guilt that I’m not hanging with him. On the other hand, I also want to set an example for him to do what he loves, and to make time for doing what he loves. It’s a lesson I’m still struggling to learn and I’d like him to learn it earlier in life. Am I his inspiration? Or is he mine? Children can be funny like that. So can life.

I do know what I find inspiring. Words. Quotes that make me think about life in a positive way. Words that enlighten me. Pictures of people doing amazing things. Things that I only dream about, but also could see myself doing. Seems like a funny combination. What else? Beauty. A beautiful scene of nature. A picture of a beautiful woman. And a picture of a beautiful woman, doing amazing things, out in nature with some inspiring words on it? Well, that gets me all kinds of inspired.

That’s what this blog is really about. Inspiration. To inspire others the way others have inspired me. But I also want it to be real. I don’t travel the world. I no longer live near a beautiful beach. I’m not a great photographer.

And yet I still see beauty all around me. I try and document what I see. I try and get my thoughts out, because I do think about some great shit. So here I am, putting some writing out there. Inspiring? I don’t know, you’ll have to tell me. But I do know it’s honest and true.

I like that, too. I guess that’s another thing I find inspiring. People who can be honest about their lives. Those who are living lives that aren’t all beer and skittles, but who are still willing to share their lives, their struggles. That’s what life is all about, to be willing to live life through all our struggles. To share these struggles with others, to be able to say, “I went through this tough physical/emotional/mental time and I…lived.” To pass that message on to others who may be going through a similar time, who may be about to give up. That’s what inspiration is all about.

Time – 500 Words a Day – Day 9

I wish I had more time in my day/life. Though, in reality, I’m not sure that would help. I have a tendency to fill up my days with things I have to do rather than things I want to do. On the one hand, that kinda seems like what life is, and that I should simply accept that. On the other hand, I don’t accept it at all. I feel like there is a way to design my life so that I can do what I want when I want. That said, here’s a snap shot of a perfect day for me. I wrote most of this a few weeks ago as part of a business planning exercise. It’s a work in progress, and I think it will always be a work in progress. I know a year ago this would have looked much different. Actually, it looked different a few weeks ago since I went and changed some things today. That’s partly me because I change what I like/want. And partly because I know more about what’s possible.

To be honest, I kinda want to do a perfect week, because I don’t want to do the same thing day in, day out. I’ve done that for a long time now and I pretty much hate it. It feels like it’s slowly killing my soul. But I think I’ll have to get to that later. So here goes…

I wake up at …… a little after the sun rises. I meditate for a while and have some tea. Relaxing in my loft, I look out over the city. I walk 5 minutes with my dog, Remy, to my holistic health center, Revel Living, where I take one of the morning yoga classes. Tomorrow morning I’ll be going over details of the center with my partner, and planning the next weekend seminar at Revel’s retreat/organic farm in Michigan. We’ll also discuss plans for the yearly retreat to San Diego.

This morning, however, is dedicated to writing for my blog. I’ll also  spend some time developing my curriculum for the 12 week couple’s series that starts next month. It’s about how to deepen trust and communication in a relationship.

I see clients in the afternoon, from about 1-6 today. This varies since I head out to the ‘burbs some days for dinner with my son. For today, I use several different techniques, some meditation and yoga, but I also pull out the kickboxing pads to use with one of my clients. I find he talks better when a good workout is added to the therapy session. Remy also comes in handy today, as he works his therapy dog magic with another client.

This evening I spend a couple hours working on the choreograph with my acro partner for our next performance. My evenings do vary. Sometimes I do Muay Thai workouts at the gym down the street. Other times I spend dinner with my son. I get to bed around ten, excited for what comes tomorrow. While I’m always excited for the next day, I especially am today because tomorrow is Friday and I always take Friday’s off.

 

500 Words Day Four – The Dark

I don’t talk about my depression much, except to some few trusted people. I fear people will misunderstand, and I’m not sure they can understand how deep and dark my depression has been. Maybe they can’t, and that’s a good thing. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I’ve been on this earth for 42 years and I’ve spent 15-20 of those years clinically depressed. When I was 15 I was diagnosed with bi-polar depression and hospitalized for 3 months. Something that I’ve only told a few people, it was actually my choice to be hospitalized. I did it because the only way I could see to feel better was to kill myself and I wasn’t ready to die. See, I’ve always been in love with life, I just couldn’t see how to live.

In the hospital, I was medicated and went through individual and group therapy. It helped. It started me on a path, but it was still a long journey. I was still depressed, but I think I hid it better. Or perhaps I just had a couple more tools to make life seem easier. I clung to my friends. I drank a lot and did a lot of drugs. In retrospect, I hid from my depression and ran towards what seemed like the quick easy fix of sex, drugs and alcohol.

But nothing ever really helped. I was still suicidal. I thought about killing myself. I thought about killing myself at least once a week, usually more often, until I reached my early 30’s. I never told anyone. I knew that under certain circumstances that you could be, at least temporarily, committed to a psych ward against your will if it was determined that you were suicidal enough. I had decided that if I were to kill myself, that it would be on my terms. No one was going to take away my choice to end my own life. So I kept quiet. I didn’t tell my friends, the people I dated, the woman I eventually married, nor any of the therapists that I saw over the years. It was mine alone to deal with.

And I did deal with it. I quit drugs and drinking, which in retrospect probably made it worse for a while. When it did get better it was because of a shit ton of intensive self work. I became more real to myself, I began to accept myself for who I was. I think that was a big part of my depression, I didn’t like who I was very much and always thought I “should” be different, more, better. I’ll admit, it didn’t help that I married someone who reinforced those beliefs on a daily basis.

So after a ton of self work, I dove more deeply into meditation and yoga. I began to feel even better about myself, I learned more on how to truly accept yourself for who you are, and I began to love myself.

Don’t get me wrong, the depression is still there, but it’s much better. I’ve learned how to manage it, I notice what triggers it and, more importantly, I know how to get out of it. I no longer run from my depression. Sometimes people ask how I’m doing and I’ll tell them I’m feeling a little blue. Inevitable they ask, “Why?” When I tell them there’s no real reason, they don’t seem to believe it, but it’s true. It’s also true I know it will pass, it’s just an emotion. Some days it will just pass, and some days it means it’s time to care for myself. Maybe see some friends, maybe see no one for a while. It could mean I need to get outside and play, or head inside for a yoga class. What it amounts to is that I need to do things that are good for my soul, that’s what ultimately brings me out of my depression. And that’s great, because that’s what life is really about.

500 words – Day 2 – Questions and More Questions

I was having a good day today. For two days in a row, I received compliments from clients and I was feeling good. But then something happened. I got hurt by something someone said. Everything got derailed. It’s weird. I don’t think about myself as being that sensitive. I mean, I know I’m sensitive, especially for a guy, but am I really that sensitive? When it’s the right thing, apparently the answer is, yes.

So here I am. I had things I wanted to write about today, things that weren’t so…personal. But I’m at the end of the day and here I am. I need and want to get this done, so this is what I have. I don’t want to be here, don’t want to be around people. And I hate that word, people. Just sounds weird. But I digress.

I got hurt. So what? I usually can see things for what they are, let what people say roll off me. I understand how they have their own hurts, that most people don’t intend to hurt others with what they say, or how they say it. Understanding that I can let it go, not take it personally. But this one got me. Right to the core.  I was trying to figure out what it was that bothered me, why it bothered me, why I couldn’t let it go. I figured it out and almost started crying.

I realized that I like to help people (gee, wonder why I’m a therapist). Guess that wasn’t really new, but one of the reasons why was. It was that I like to help because I want to feel needed, that I have a reason to exist. To be of need. I like to do things for people. Is it because I care? Yes. But also it’s apparently for me. When you do something, not to help someone else, but because you want to be needed, it ceases to be about them and it’s really just a selfish act. Feeling like I’m kinda off track here, but the words are flowing and I’m not sure I want to interrupt.

Back to wanting to be needed. I do really like to help. It does make me feel good to help others, does that make it all about me? Maybe, sometimes. To be needed. The core of who I am? Not sure about that, but a part of who I am for sure. Why do I try and help people who don’t want it? Not always, but I do. And what is the difference for those I try to help that don’t want it and those I don’t try to help? The ones that I say can ask for help if they really want it? And, why am I surprised when I try to help someone who doesn’t want help and they get upset with me? Shouldn’t I just accept that? Not necessarily accept them being upset with me, but at least not be surprised and hurt about it.

Back, again, to wanting to be needed. It’s not really needed that I want, but to be accepted. To be loved. I guess on some level I associate doing things for people, being needed by them, with being accepted and loved. And when I try to do things for them, and it’s not wanted, I feel unaccepted and unloved. Which hurts to the core.

I usually try to end these things with what I learned, and I guess I kinda did. But really it’s just hurt that I have right now. That’s OK, I can sit with it. It’s not comfortable, but it’s real. I do know myself more, which I’m thankful for. And I feel searching yourself, learning more about yourself, is part of what life is about. And that’s always good.

Back at it

Sooo… Two days ago a friend asked me how often I blog. My initial response, which I didn’t actually say was, “not often enough.” I didn’t say it because it felt like a put down on myself and I try not to do that anymore. What I did say was that I tend to blog in spurts, i.e. when the mood suits me. This has been characteristic of my life, I often do what I want, when I want. On the one hand, I kind of like living that way. On the other, my rebellious side kicks in and things I “should” do, or actually need to do, often get pushed aside until I get around to them. The quote (and I have no idea who said it), “do the things you need to do when you need to do them, so you can do the things you want to do when you want to do them,” often comes to mind. That’s something I do believe and it’s time to make that change in my life.

Then, yesterday another friend posted on his blog, Kale & Cigarettes, about an experiment he has done and is planning to do again. Writing 500 words a day and then posting it for everyone to see, and doing it for 30 days.

I’m doing this for several reasons. I see how this guy lives life what he’s done in life, and I think it’s pretty cool. While I have my own life to live, I do understand that there are certain practices we can incorporate into our daily lives that can make them better, closer to what we want. Daily blogging isn’t something I ever set out to do, but I used to journal daily and the changes I went through back then were pretty amazing.

I’m also doing this because, as I said earlier, I often only do things when I want, not when I need to do them. I recognize that my rebelliousness has served me in life, it’s a part of me that will probably always be there and one that I’ve come to recognize and enjoy. However, I’ll admit it gets in the way. When I want to do something and I know it’s good for me, but I don’t because of sheer stubbornness, it’s a problem. In a spoken word, Henry Rollins once said (and I’m paraphrasing), “Ruled by a plant, what  joke.” He was referring to drugs and alcohol but I think it applies to emotions and personality, as well. We all have them, it’s what makes us individuals, but we aren’t meant to be ruled by them.

I’m also hoping to become a better writer by doing this experiment. I’ve had many topics I’ve wanted to write about, but the “mood” just hasn’t hit me. One that I’ve tried to get out many times is living with depression, to try and explain what it’s like. I usually get about two paragraphs in and quit, it’s just too depressing, lol.

I guess I’m just looking to be a better person, a better man. I often fail miserably, but by making little steps in the right direction I hope I will eventually get there. So here is a little step that I hope will get me where I want to go. And in a salute to my rebelliousness, maybe I’ll only do 29 days. Or 60 days, who knows…

Dream Come True

I started a new job this week…as a therapist. It all seems so crazy to me, but in a good way. I’ve told a few people the complete story of how I got to this point, but here’s some of it.

I am currently 42 years old and my journey to becoming a therapist started back when I was 15 and a Sophomore in high school. At that time I was hospitalized for major depression and spent three months in a locked ward. Thinking back, I really appreciate the support I received from my parents. Even though I didn’t realize it at the time, they really were there for me. They did their best to deal with a child they loved, who was highly suicidal. As a parent myself, I can’t even imagine what they must have gone through, what they thought, what they felt. It must have been scary as hell.

Along with my parents support, I was seeing a counselor. His name was Mike and I saw him from the time I was 15 until I was 18 or so. He accepted me for who I was, he challenged my ideas/beliefs without trying to “change” me. He is one of the major reasons why I am alive today. And because of his example, of how he influenced my life, I decided at the age of 16 that I also wanted to become a counselor. To be able to give back a little, follow in his footsteps and maybe, just maybe, help some other kids who are going through a tough time in life.

Flash forward 27 years. It’s been a long journey, but I’m here, I’m standing in my office (I have an office!). It’s almost shocking. And it seems so fragile. Like it’s gong to be taken away at any minute. I realize that I’ve been waiting for the past year or so for things to fall through. For the world to go, “Haha, that’s gonna to happen.” It started with graduating with my Masters degree. I really didn’t think I’d make it through that final year. Working full-time, school part-time, doing my practicum (another 10-15 hours per week), trying to write my Senior Paper (thesis), going through a divorce, being separated from my son, trying to get another relationship going (which was a both a source of great support and stress). It all seemed too much. But I went ahead anyway and held my breath until I was holding my diploma in my hand. I did it!

Then came the job search. Eight months of searching and only one call back. That was rough. But I firmly believe that things happen when they are supposed to, how they are supposed to. Not that we don’t have to do the work, but I simply believe that the world conspires to work for us, if we let it. I’ve just seen too many times how things end up working out, if not how we wanted them to, then the best way they could have. This belief gives me peace of mind when I might otherwise freak out. In any number of ways.

So, as I stand in my office I realize that I was self-sabatoging a little over the past couple weeks. I emailed several forms back to HR that ended up being blank (I swear they weren’t when I sent them…stupid ‘save’ button). I also somehow missed that I needed to get a background check before I started. Minor detail…

Fortunately, my employer has been great with these things. But it did get me thinking. I hear people talk about how it’s too late to pursue their dream. I don’t believe that. I think it’s exactly the right time, when you decide to do it. Maybe it won’t look precisely like you imagined it, but when you’re ready, it will unfold how it’s supposed to. And if you’re not ready, that’s ok, too. You’re right where you’re supposed to be, even if it’s an uncomfortable place. My guess is that there’s probably a lesson you need to learn before you move on. And just a side note, even if that lesson involves another person in some way, it’s not about them. At all. It’s all about what’s going on inside of you.

So now what do I do about my little self-sabatoge??? Well, at least now I’m aware of it, that’s always the first step. For a while I’ll need to be more aware of what I’m doing to make sure I have all the i’s dotted and t’s crossed. And remember not to be complacent in what I do. For me, that’s when I get lazy. And, boy, can I get lazy.

I guess my question for you is, “Do you have a dream and are you following it?” If not, that’s ok, but are you at least doing something that you love? It doesn’t matter what it is, work, family, yoga, baking, being a parent, a lover, an artist, musician, athlete, or even taking time to knit or read a good book. Just pick something you love and do it. Whether or not you’re doing something you love (but especially if you’re not), remember to be kind to yourself. I don’t think many people have ever beat themselves into doing something. Instead, I believe these things come from loving ourselves. Learn to be kind to yourself, let yourself make mistakes, take care of yourself, be a little selfish (or self-ful, as the case may be). And when you’ve learned to love yourself (and do what you love), go share that love with others.

Let It Go

I’ve been watching Disney’s Frozen a lot lately. Since I have a 5 year old, and it’s one of his favorite movies, it’s pretty much guaranteed that I’m going to see it again and again. And again. Don’t get me wrong, I love it as well, I’m just making the point that I’ve seen it enough times to really start thinking about it. And the therapist in me starts to process what’s going on…

The part that really started me thinking is a favorite scene of both my son and I. And I’m guessing, a favorite scene of many other people. The scene I’m referring to is where Elsa has just revealed her powers to everyone and retreated to the top of the mountain to be alone. It’s a huge turning point in the character’s life and I think the reason people like it so much is that most of us have either felt like that, or wished we could feel like that at one point or another in our lives.

Up to this point in her life Elsa has had a power in her that she feared. Understandably so, since she hurt her sister with it when they were kids. But this was compounded when her parents also began to fear her power, of what they saw inside her. How many of us have something inside that we feel we need to hide? How many of us fear our own capabilities? For good and bad? What is it inside of you that you are afraid to show others?

I think that Elsa’s parents really messed things up for her when she was young. They told her to “conceal, don’t feel,” and Elsa’s power was tied to her emotions. What her parents did was a fear reaction, a reaction that many parents, myself included, often take when dealing with their kids. I see it happen all the time, especially parents of little boys. You hear parents say to them, “Stop crying, this is nothing to be upset about,” or “Grow up, be a man.” There are a hundred different ways that parents teach their kids to fear or disregard their capabilities and emotions, but the general message is, “conceal, don’t feel.” What kids learn from this is to ignore what they feel or who they are inside. Unfortunately, these feelings don’t go away.

The reality is that whatever the child is feeling inside is important to them, even if the parents don’t understand or aren’t capable of helping their kids deal with it. Pushing feelings down or ignoring them creates a situation where the child never learns how to deal with their feelings. And if they don’t learn how to deal with them in a healthy way, these feelings will overflow and will likely come out in unhealthy ways. Maybe an uncontrollable temper. Or depression. Cutting. Sex addiction. Drug and alcohol abuse. You name it. If a child doesn’t learn how to deal with their feelings when they are young, if they don’t learn to accept themselves as they are, they most likely will be ruled by them later in life.

This isn’t really anyone’s fault. Too few people are taught this, and I truly believe that most parents raise their kids in the best way they know how. But the lack of education can have terrible results. Look at Elsa. Since she never learned how to deal with her powers when she was younger, as she grew up and her powers grew stronger, she couldn’t control them at all. She ended up plunging her kingdom into eternal winter and almost killed her sister. Again.

Her powers came out into the open and she retreated to the mountain. There, after years of hiding the power that was growing inside of her, she could finally be herself. In a way she was lucky that her power was exposed that way. For those of us who have a tendency to hide what’s inside, it’s a choice whether or not to reveal ourselves. Like Elsa, we are afraid that we’ll be rejected by those closest to us. That we won’t be accepted, or loved, for who we really are. Perhaps that we will forever be alone because of it.

Here’s the kicker. Unless we are willing to reveal those deepest secrets to someone, we will be alone. People can’t accept us as we are unless we’re willing to take the risk and reveal ourselves. That, my friends, is what intimacy really is. To know someone and be known. You have to be willing to take the risk. Just make sure it’s with someone who is safe. Not being allowed to feel our feelings when we are kids, not being allowed to learn how to accept ourselves as we are, is a form of victimization. To reveal yourself to someone who isn’t a safe person, someone that doesn’t treat you and your feelings with love and respect, is to open yourself to another victimization. But I can guarantee that there are people out there who want to get to know who you are. All of you. You just need to find them and take the leap, slowly. Conundrum, huh?

Something that Elsa didn’t see at first is that we can’t do this alone. She retreated to the mountain top to be free, and in a way she was. She was finally able to fully express herself, to be who she was meant to be. And Elsa loved it! This is something so many of us yearn to do. God, having the space to fully express who you know you are, without worrying about what other people think or will say. That’s an incredible feeling and there is freedom in that. But what happened to Elsa is that she traded the prison created for her by her parents, of “conceal, don’t feel,” for one of her own making. One where she was alone, at the top of her mountain, guarded by her giant snowman.

Even though she was “free,” she was still ruled by fear. She hid in her own way instead of the one decided for her by her parents. But don’t many of us do this with our feelings, with who we are? We retreat from others, we hide and we have our defenses that we won’t let people through. We pick and choose who we will let in to talk to us. It is important to be choosy, but look at why you do it. Many times it’s simply out of fear, fear of not being accepted for who and what we are. See, even though Elsa was “free,” she still didn’t believe that anyone would love her for who she was, and she feared the power within her. I’ve retreated in my own life. Sometimes mentally or emotionally. Sometimes physically, as Elsa did.

For most of us, this doesn’t work. First, it’s hard to be a hermit in today’s society. We have jobs and families that require our attention. Most of us need to interact with other people, in one way or another, in order to survive. Retreating just isn’t a possibility. Second, there’s a difference between being alone and isolating yourself. Elsa isolated herself. It was a way of dealing with her power, but it was fear driven. In contrast, when someone choses to be alone it can be a time of healing and growth. As someone who tends to be more introverted, I have come to realize that I need to make time to be alone. It’s simple self care and I am better able to be fully with others when I make time to do this.

Another reason is that I believe there are many things in life that are harder to learn if we are not in a relationship with someone, whether that’s family, friendship or a romantic relationship. For instance, it’s hard know what a healthy response is when someone you love is upset with you. It can be to control your feelings when you are confronted with that situation, especially for the first time. Look at Elsa again. What sparked everything off was what happened at the coronation party. Her sister was upset, demanded a response from Elsa and she couldn’t deal with it. It wasn’t until she was forced back to society that she found out her sister still loved her, and loved her enough to sacrifice herself for Elsa. An act of true love. All this despite Elsa’s fear of rejection. This acceptance by others helps Elsa to finally, fully, accept herself. This happened quickly for Elsa. For most of us, like myself, this process of self acceptance takes a lot longer.

Now a little about me and a way that I’m currently working on accepting myself for who I am, and that is in dating. I’m fairly introverted, and I’m also a little shy (these are different). Growing up I didn’t appreciate either of these qualities. I thought that I’d be so much better off if I were extroverted, if I were more bold. All that’s changing, slowly, as I begin to accept and appreciate myself for the person I am. So why do I mention dating?  Because right now when I do date, I have my own version of a mountain top with a guardian snowman, online dating (I’ll write more on that in another blog). But online dating is a way that I use to hide. It allows me to overcome the initial shyness and to ask someone out. And here’s an irony for you. Right now I’m sitting in a Starbucks writing this blog. I just looked up at the line and noticed that an attractive woman was checking me out. What do I do? I quickly look away. LOL. Oh well. Maybe next time.

So, for now, I’ll keep my guardian in place and date online. And I’ll work on accepting myself and who I am in this area, and simply be willing to come out of self imposed isolation. Translation, be aware the next time I’d like to ask someone out and decide whether or not I’m comfortable enough to do it. Starting off the answer will probably be “no”. But, as I become more aware of where I’m at and quit warring with myself for not being someone/something I’m not, then it becomes increasingly likely that the answer will be “yes”. Through this I can find my own way of asking someone out that works for me, a way that honors the man I am. In this way I “let go” of some of the baggage I carry in my life.

I will say that I have actually asked out one woman face-to-face. Yup, one lol. I found her to be beautiful and fascinating, and I wanted to know more. I was scared as hell, but I asked if she wanted to grab a beer sometime. Expecting a “no” I almost didn’t wait to hear her answer. As I moved towards the door, I was shocked when she said “yes.” So shocked that I pretty much just said, “Great, we’ll do that. Enjoy your night,” and walked out the door. To this day she’s really the only woman I’ve asked out face-to-face. That was about a year ago. Baby steps.

And so the question to you is, what messages do you carry from your childhood that no longer serve you? Is it something emotional? Or perhaps some part of your personality that you don’t like? Is there a part of what makes you “you” that you’re afraid to share? Sometimes you just need to take a breath and…let it go.