Really Looking

As a parallel to the Thousand Searches poem, which seems to have got a lot of people thinking, if not commenting, I’m posting an excerpt from 100 Days (the book I accidently wrote, next time I’ll write one on purpose!). Exploring that same idea of really looking at yourself:

…At some point I finally just sat down and stared at myself in the mirror. Really looked at myself. I started by realizing the face was somehow unfamiliar, like I really didn’t know who it was staring back at me. It’s funny, considering how often we look in the mirror, that we never really see ourselves. At least for me the mirror is the place I see what my hair is doing, investigate that blemish, check for food in my teeth. But instead, to really look at yourself, the way you would look at a new lover, or a dear friend who’s moving away. Gaze following the line and shape of a face, allowing the form to become familiar, to connect the sight with what you feel and know about that person.

Very weird thing to go through that process with yourself.  I was struck by the soft beauty of my face, and felt tenderness for the sadness and struggle showing there. That feeling made me smile, and watching myself smile lit me up inside. Stunning, amazing, almost too much for words (and frankly I’m feeling a little bashful about it all, like I’m afraid I’ll be teased for my new crush). Feeling like I’d made friends with myself again, I could go to bed with some sense of peace and contentment.

That sentiment was still there when I woke up this morning, was with me as I went for an early morning run, and even stayed with me for my meditation. That sensation is still with me now. Perhaps this time it will stay with me for a few days, so I can relax and enjoy the beauty of the day and build up some momentum for the next phase.

Really looking… try it and tell me what you think.

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I Quit

“I quit, I give up, nothing’s good enough for anybody else, it seems”…that Edie Brickell song was running through my mind as I awoke this morning and I got to wondering what’s so wrong with quitting anyway? We associate quitting with failure, and failure is, well, bad, right? Who says? Not Wayne Newton, who summed up his life to George Stroumboulopoulos with: “I never learned anything from the stuff I did right.”

Failure aside, I’m beginning to suspect quitting may be under the category of Taoist Problem Solving anyway: do nothing and see if the problem resolves itself. Safety tip: this isn’t always the best choice. If your house is on fire get off your butt and Get Out Of The House! Then you can do nothing as you stand by and watch it burn.Other than the burning building thing, I’m a fan of Taoist Problem Solving; you’d be amazed at how often it works.

My current problem is wicked mental burnout. I had a really stressful go of it over the holidays and it seems to have fried my brain. I can hardly put a coherent sentence together and would lose my own ass if it wasn’t following me around – and being as my main occupation is writing, that is, well, a bit of a problem (er… the not being able to put a sentence together part; the ass problem is, as I mentioned, self solving).

In the middle of this, my biggest consumption of energy, and greatest source of stress, is arguing with reality. In the rock/paper/scissors of life, reality trumps all, but even knowing that doesn’t stop me from arguing with it. So here’s the spin in my head right now: I’m freaking out because I feel like I can’t function, and if I can’t function, I can’t get anything done, and if I can’t get anything done I can’t earn any money, and if I can’t earn any money, well, that’s another whole list of I can’ts on the angst thought train. It all leads to me feeling very trapped, all because I can’t function.

So, I can’t function. There’s the reality. Option A: freak out about that and push through all kinds of stuff trying to force functioning, not really accomplishing anything and perpetuating the burnout that has caused me to not function in the first place. Option B: say, “yeah, I can’t function” and do….nothing. I quit, I give up – the next line in that song is “and being alone is the best way to be.” And it occurs to me, maybe this isn’t a whiny song about giving up, but a secret path to liberation (I’m only half kidding here). So quit, give up, be alone for a while – it’s the best way to be. Lie down in that ditch for a while, have a nap.

Written on the giant white board in my living room, along with the myriad of things I need to do to move my writing career forward, is the phrase: if you find yourself in a hole, stop digging. Bloody brilliant! Dead obvious when you think about it, but consider how many of us have got our noses down, pushing through something that just ain’t working for us. So, here’s an idea: just quit. Quitting means stopping what you are doing, means you can just chill while you wait for new resources to develop, find circumstances change, or even in the light of a new day discover a path you have never even seen or considered because you were too intent on doing the thing that wasn’t working.

So yeah, I quit. Spent yesterday reading Harry Potter and watching Jackie Chan movies (lord knows what that has done to my brain). Never even got out of my pyjamas. I finally said, rockpaperscissorsREALITY and let reality win (although I think I got to do a bit of an In Your Face to reality thanks to Harry Potter, and the Forbidden Kingdom). And it was the first time in a long time I didn’t feel wound up or worried. I finally let go, quit trying, and took the time alone for myself I needed. winter nightAnd today, also for the first time in a long time, woke up with this article bubbling in my brain, one I couldn’t have forced myself to write, wouldn’t have even thought to write, just a few days ago.

So, I’m going with the quitting thing, acknowledging I can’t function and opting to sit and stare at trees instead. And I’m gonna sit there until it’s time to do something else. Action arising from stillness – another Taoist idea, and being as I can’t seem to promote any action these days, I’m all over the stillness thing.

One final argument if you’re not buying into this quitting thing – consider Romeo and Juliet. If Romeo had come across Juliet’s cold lifeless body in that tomb and just said: “Well, this really sucks! Fuckit, I quit” and just lay down on her tomb and QUIT (the important part being NOT plunging a dagger in his heart, or taking more poison), he would eventually find his beloved Juliet awakened. Ta Da! Happy ending. Do nothing, problem solved. And heck, even if the woman didn’t come back to life, perhaps Romeo’s time lying on her tomb would get him to thinking: he’s still young, this will be a great tale to tell his grandkids, providing he quits thrashing about fighting people and lives to have grandkids, and would Juliet really want him to be miserable for the rest of his life anyway, and it’s kinda cold in here, and a sandwich or something might be good about now… and so eventually gets up, goes out into the warm Verona sunshine and gets on with his life. Cold and stiff and sad, but gets on with it none the less.

Not the captivating ending Shakespeare would have enjoyed, but the way things go for most of us in the real world. Better living through giving up – now there’s a title that would sell books.

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