Embracing Fate

“My formula for greatness in a human being is amor fati: that one wants nothing to be different, not forward, not backward, not in all eternity. Not merely bear what is necessary, still less conceal it… but love it.”

Friedrich Nietzsche

One guess where I am writing this from.

Nope, not the mountains.

Still in Lubbock.

Texas.

Where I live.

Not where I was going to vacation.

Sometimes it is about accepting what is in front of you. An hour into my trip yesterday the only thing in front of me was how tired I was. It would have been easier if I would have admitted this before I almost made it to the New Mexico border, but I do what I do.

So, I turned around. I came home, and I went to bed.

There are very few things that have changed my life as much as learning to accept things. I spent my whole life doing what I was told not to do, for no other reason than someone told me not to do it. I used to think it was a way to express my freedom or choice, but I’ve realized it never was. In reacting against what people told me to do, I was actually controlled by them indirectly. Well applied reverse psychology would have been the end of me.

I thought acceptance was the ultimate goal, but it turns out there is something beyond accepting what you cannot change.

You can embrace it. Accepting your fate is one thing, but embracing it is something else entirely. It’s about doing more than just passively accepting things, but understanding that they are as they must be, and sprinting toward them.

My trip.

Resistance would have meant pushing through, going anyway, most likely not enjoying being there, and coming back more tired than I went. Acceptance would have been turning around, coming home and trying not to have a bad attitude about it.

Embracing it is a little different. It meant coming home and resting, but also making the most of the time. I stayed home with Max so B could go wrestle. He and I hung out all night, and today I am putting some work into my new office. I am going to do some reading and prepare to speak at LCU and TTU later this month. I am going to catch up on some blogs I read, and I may re-build my fence. I may ride my bike. I would like to go shoot my bow in the backyard. And I will rest and take a nap so that all of this doesn’t carry into the week.

But, if it does, I will embrace that, and it will be fine.

Friendly World part 2

It infuriated me when my dad would tell me to count my blessings in response to my being down or being angry or just being a jerk, which was about 75% of the time. I think I could have hit 100 if I hadn’t had to sleep.

As it often turns out, there was a lot of wisdom in what he said, and if I had listened I might have had a little easier go of it, and possibly even managed to end my teenage years on time instead of letting them last well into my twenties.

He reads this blog everyday now, so this counts as acknowledging he was right.

I have not been sleeping lately. When I do sleep, I wake up tired and angry and just generally rough. I am watching the façade of keeping my shit together slip just a little, and everything and everyone seems a little sinister.

This isn’t real, and it will pass when I get things back in line, but today, this is what is present. I embrace it and I move on. I try to act decently to people, I fail, and I make apologies where I need to.

I already have a few lined up.

I wrote earlier this week about all the things that point out how friendly my world is, using only what was within reach of me. Let’s expand that out a little. Count my blessings.

I am sitting inside a house that protects me from the elements. I didn’t build it, but someone else did, and they did a great job. Everything in it comes from the planet around us in one way or another. I’m pretty sure electricity is magic, but we’ll say it’s natural for the sake of this blog. Water goes down drains and outlets do not catch on fire. A refrigerator lets me keep things cold and an oven lets me make other things hot. The roof keeps water out and, so far, the doors have kept unwanted people out.

My wife and son are sleeping about 20 feet away, both safe and protected. They both love me and I love them. My wife is everything I am not. She loves being involved in things and feels her emotions very strongly. She gets excited about things and sad about things and she is fun, which is a good balance to my rather restricted range of emotion. She is loving and she puts up with me, which is a lot.

Max is a toddler and he is healthy and fun and caring and says please and thank you and you’re welcome. He also says shut up and be quiet and I can’t when you tell him do something, but I don’t trust a kid who doesn’t have an oppositional streak in them. He loves being with his family and he loves getting hugs and he makes me laugh every single day.

Twenty feet in the other direction is my teenage son’s room. He is smart and does his own thing instead of following the herd. At the age of 15 he still likes to do things with me. He likes to hang out with us in the living room instead of locking himself away in his room, he values time with his family. He is an awesome older brother. He is everything I wish I had been as a teenager, but, as I said, I was a jerk.

Out in the driveway I have a truck that will drive me to the mountains later today, where I hope to get my head straight. It always runs without a problem, and if it were to break down I have the money to fix it, which has not always been the case in my life. If I don’t for some reason, I have parents who will help me, and they always have, even though I have always been a jerk.

I live a charmed life, surrounded by people who are better than me but still want to be around me for some reason. Just acknowledging this has helped make this false darkness a little easier to see through. I try to do this daily, but a lot of times I forget or just don’t want to, but it always helps.

I hate it when my dad is right.

Shoulding All Over the Place

This will be a short one. There should be a lot more quotation marks, but I think they look obnoxious when you aren’t actually quoting someone so I left them out.

I do what I want.

Supposed to and should are dangerous. They tell us something is wrong, that something needs to be different from what it is, often without any sort of actual foundation.

I am writing this from my living room in the Texas desert, when I am supposed to be writing from the mountains in New Mexico. By the time I got everything wrapped up yesterday I was too tired to feel comfortable driving out, so I stayed.

I struggled with the decision, I have been looking forward to this trip. I came really close to pushing through and hitting the road, but I could not shake the feeling that it was a bad idea.

And we had a really fun night. I hung out with Barbara and Max and we watched The Nice Guys, which I really enjoyed. Max was wild and goofy and wouldn’t quit trying to lick my face. We had a blast.

But, if I had gotten focused on supposed to or should, I would not have enjoyed it. I could not have enjoyed it because it would have been wrong in my mind from the outset.

“I should be on the road right now.”

“I am supposed to be sleeping in the mountains tonight.”

A fun night with my family would have been poisoned from the very start.

I work with people a lot on cataloging and questioning their shoulds, because they often rule us with a sort of ghost authority. We believe we should be doing this and should not be doing that, but we rarely question why. They are often taught to us by our upbringing, culture, religion, worldview – all the things that provide us easy, seemingly unquestionable answers.

They do make decisions easy, but they also ruin a lot of things in life.

I am not saying we shouldn’t have principles or beliefs.

I am saying we should be free to question them and see if they are useful or not. We should be able to examine them and see what they are making us say and do to ourselves and others. We should try to see how many neutral or good things they are keeping us from enjoying.

I wonder where I got those shoulds from though. I should think about that.

Selfishness

This daily blogging thing has an odd secondary effect where I often get to the end of a piece and realize I feel better, or that I’ve worked something out for myself. Maybe this whole project is just me telling myself to shape up.

I wonder if I will develop the oppositional streak I have toward other people telling me what to do toward myself, causing this blog to end in flames.

Selfishness is the root of most of the things I see people struggle with. I believe it is the root of the things I have and still struggle with. If, at any time, I am feeling unhappy or discontent, I can pretty much always trace it back to selfishness or self-centeredness on my part or, sometimes, someone else’s. When it is due to someone else’s selfishness, it is my responsibility to change my reaction, because I have no control over other people.

In working with clients, I encourage them to re-evaluate their relationship with selfish people, especially close friendships or romantic relationships. Selfishness requires a person to put their needs above yours, and cultivates manipulation, stonewalling, contempt and even physical violence in them as they are driven to get what they want.

We are all, of course, selfish from time to time. This isn’t to say that we sever our relationship with someone when, in a moment of fear or anger or exhaustion, they are selfish. There are times that selfishness is useful and even necessary. In saying that we need to reevaluate our relationship with selfish people, I am referring to people who have developed an inability to see outside of their own wants and desires, and are wiling to pursue them regardless of their impact on others.

In my own life, I try to see where my self-interest is driving me, especially in places that affect the people around me. I look for places where I have developed tunnel vision and I am trying to warp everything around whatever is at the end of that tunnel. If I am doing this, it means that I am most likely neglecting things outside of that tunnel. It can also mean that it is something that is very important to me, which means I need to examine what is missing or lacking in my life to spark that need, but I am not allowed to become driven by it and force it on people around me.

It is important that we ask ourselves if we are pushing for what we want at the expense of others, and how far we are willing to go in this. If we are hurting those that we care about, we need to let go of what we want. It is also important to ask ourselves if this is being done to us by others, and how far we are willing to let them go. If we cannot accept a person’s selfishness, then we need to change the relationship. Complaining about it will not accomplish anything.

At least, these are the things I am telling myself today.

aWareness Wednesday

Man, I just blew right through what was supposed to be a thing with Mindful Monday. Not very mindful of me.

We’ll do aWareness Wednesday instead.

The more we pay attention, the more we realize that the present is made up of all sorts of sensory inputs, little parcels of information that tell me something, either consciously or unconsciously, and our thoughts about them.

Right now:

I am aware of the softness of my chair, the warmth from the heating pad on my neck, an itch on my calf, the stiffness in my legs from doing squats yesterday. I can hear something clinking in the dishwasher, probably two plates bumping against each other, which annoys me for some reason.

The feeling of annoyance triggers thoughts, wondering if I should go open the dishwasher and rearrange some things, but then another thought about not wanting to interrupt the cycle.

Anxiety as I remember I need to go to Costco later, relief when thoughts rush in to tell me I can get a sandwich there to make it more fun. They also have a giant hotdog and a coke for $1.59. Thoughts also remind me that I don’t dislike Costco, and wonder about the anxiety. (I wound up going to Walmart, the ultimate test of acceptance and non-judgment ).

Anxiety has been constantly present for a week now, my mind searches for reasons for this because it believes it can make it better by explaining it.

I hear my dog snoring, I can taste the coffee I drank a while back, my throat itches. My body is tired, which brings up anxiety in relation to everything I have to do today. My mind explains that it will be okay. My mind counters with an assertion that I am overcommitted.

This is the cycle we all find ourselves in most of the time. Something triggers our senses, and this produces an emotion, and thoughts rush in to either explain it away or try to hang on to if it is pleasant.

This happens with physical sensations as well. Often, something in the environment triggers a feeling in us and our thoughts try to explain it. They have negative bias because we have evolved this to keep us alive.

I say it a lot, but it bears repeating: a vast majority of the thoughts, feelings, sights, sounds, smells, tastes, body sensations and situations that constantly create our present are neutral, but we have preferences and opinions that paint them one way or another.

When we can view them all mindfully, it opens space for us to accept them as they are, and we find that everything is pretty okay.

Be aWare this Wednesday. Ignore the poor job I did with Mindful Monday. Embrace aWareness.