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keskiviikko 26. helmikuuta 2014

Day 390: Submitting to aggression

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I've come across yet another interesting pattern of self-judgement. I faced a moment at work where I purposefully left a piece of mess for the morning shift to clean up, of which I sent them a message in advance to warn them about it. I was a bit worried about leaving it there, but because I had cleaned the rest of the bar well and even better than usual, I shoved the incidence out of my mind and forgot about it.

Today I received a message from the manager giving me feedback about it, telling me that a mess like that should be cleaned by the evening shift and giving me directions for the cleaning equipment required for it. The message was clear and direct – not hostile or aggressive in any way – yet I reacted to it quite strongly. I instantly started telling myself that I had “fucked up” and “made a mistake”. I went through the situation and saw how I could have done things in a different way, possibly not gaining any different results, but at least trying my best. Basically, I tried to make myself feel better about myself by pointing out all the things I did and have done well, while simultaneously putting myself down by thinking that with this single task “I didn't do my best” because I reasoned out that I don't have to, that I can cut myself some slack. So it was as if I was both whipping and caressing myself at the same time, lol.

I discussed this a bit with the manager now, and because his response was that of common sense, I realized that I was acting very submissive, apologizing and child-like. (Thank you, world, for managers that aren't abusive assholes!) It was like I had lost all self-respect and dignity – like an utterly humbled and broken child. This is a highly interesting facet of myself to see, because my self-image, or self-ideal, is one of an “independent, willful woman”. I would like to be strong and see myself as strong, when in fact I am not, at least in some ways. I have weak spots.

I am not sure where I have learned this pattern of only searching for my value in other people's responses. This isn't anything I would have been actively taught at home, because my family was quite laid back. My best guess is that when entering primary school I got completely sucked into its disciplinary system. I knew none of the kids from before and to me they all appeared to already know each other from preschool; my teachers were idols to me and I yearned for their approval, especially after facing what it's like to not be in their favour. So in order to gain standing in the eyes of my peers and authorities I learned to play the “game of schooling”: doing what I was told to get the best rewards.

It is fascinating to see just how broken I am after a confrontation like this. There was nothing aggressive or purposefully hurtful about it, and yet I crumbled. It's very close to the “good student dilemma” I wrote about recently, where I want to be the “good employee” and thus live within constant strain, as if I was constantly stretching myself from opposite ends while looking around for signs of approval. The anticipation of “did I do something wrong?” met with the feedback today makes for misinterpretations and flipping out.



I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to misinterpret my employer's message to be blaming and angry by creating an image in my mind the night before about him finding the mess and getting angry at me for not cleaning it up, him blaming me for not doing something that's not his responsibility but mine, thus seeing this image in my mind when I read the message and fitting the message with the image – not realizing that my perception of the message was already fucked because of the image I had crafted out of fear.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe it is valid for another person to feel angry when they need to do something “unfair” (clean up a mess that's not theirs), thus taking the blame for not doing it for them, not realizing that cleaning up the mess in question wouldn't have been “fair” for me either because I didn't cause it – and that essentially there is nothing that is “fair” or “unfair” in this world as we are all a part of the same organism that has created and will create itself and the circumstances it's within: we're all a part of a species that allows its members to get drunk enough to puke all over bathroom floors, so somebody's got to clean that shit up.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to submit when somebody directs their anger at me – real or imagined! - thus accepting whatever accusations and demands if they seem in any way plausible to me.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to react to anger/aggression by submitting.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to fear anger and aggression.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not see, realize and understand that anger and aggression are simply individuals' reactions to what there is and not valid feedback on myself.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe and perceive that anger and aggression are valid because I saw my father using them when I was a child.



When and as I see myself reacting to anger and/or aggression, I stop, I breathe and I search myself for any feelings of smallness, inadequacy and shame. I look at my thoughts and pinpoint what exactly I am thinking. I remind myself that I am not in school anymore, that no one can bully me anymore, that no one no longer has the power to decide my worth for me based on arbitrary demands. I check myself to see whether I am in fact imagining the anger/aggression, as this is what I am prone to do, or whether the aggression is actually there. I remind myself that anger/aggression are reactions to how a person experiences the reality and not necessarily valid statements of the reality itself, and that a person's emotional reaction is not an indicator of who I am but of the person him/herself. I breathe and I follow through the situation by focusing on my self-assessment.

I commit myself to stop being a floormat. (lol)

I commit myself to stop validating aggressive reactions by counter-reacting to them.

I commit myself to investigate how and why I create mental images where I am attacked, thus creating a fearful stance towards the world.


I commit myself to reconsider before I apologize.

perjantai 10. tammikuuta 2014

Days 377-378: Dissatisfied with life


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Ever since my partner left to travel a couple of days ago I've been hit with heavy anxiety and depression. It has made me crazy when I'm at home by myself and jammed when I'm out with other people. I had trouble being at work because I didn't really know how to be around people: it took me many hours to move myself out of the state I was in to start to enjoy the presence of people. Today at university specific triggers caused me to get very depressed, emotional and anti-social. I walked through some of the things during the day but was still feeling very heavy and tired. I called that state “being in deep waters” - a phrase I've probably picked up from a friend who once used the same words to describe his depression.

When I got home I was relieved to be by myself, but soon the walls started caving in and I again got anxious because I was alone. I reached a breaking point where I started talking through the points that had been surfacing and releasing the accumulated emotions through crying, shouting and movement. This worked surprisingly well: I calmed down, my state of being stabilized (walls were no longer crashing but standing quite firm, lol) and as I started going through all the things I had just voiced I had a bunch of points to write down and examine. I will now go through some of the points at once as they intertwine.



“My life as it is feels unsatisfying”

I had a very hard time admitting this to myself, because I feel like an immense failure saying it. Everything in my life is apparently well: I've got a place in a university and I don't have any tuition fees to pay; I've got a job that I enjoy and brings me enough money; I have plenty of friends; I've got all the basic necessities of life covered; I've got a direction that I am walking towards. Nothing should be wrong – yet, something seems to not be right.

All of my adult life I have been trying to find myself a direction to go to. I've been working to survive and applying to different schools every year, usually art schools because I've had a passion towards many fields of art. A couple of years ago I decided to move my focus from art – a form of psychotherapy – into the system itself, which causes the need for psychotherapy in the first place. Instead of working with the symptoms I wanted to work with the causes, the actual illness that makes the world a place of inequality and separation. I chose to focus on the field of education, an effective tool for prevention, which is what I'm studying now in university.

One way I've also been looking for fulfillment of sorts has been through relationships. I used to live in a big family, and when I left home to live on my own I moved together with my second boyfriend. I was happy to be living with someone, but it also became a point of dependency and addiction where I became financially and socially dependent on my boyfriend, thus eventually taking the relationship into a breaking point where we broke up and moved apart. I've lived alone ever since and I've been fine with it, up until 1-2 years ago when I saw some of my friends living in communes and shared houses and realized how much more fun life would be when living with other people. I created a craving for a “family”, not necessarily one of a couple and their children, but of any people, a community of sorts. But as I realized it was not possible for me at the time I thought that there would be a time for it, and that I should just enjoy the time I have on my own.

The two questions I'm looking at here now are:

  • Am I studying the right subject?
  • Can a person be fully happy living alone?

I've asked myself the first question before, and I have told myself that if I am genuinely enjoying whatever it is that I study and finding it relevant and useful, it “doesn't matter” what the topic is. I think that education science will prove itself useful to me in ways that I cannot yet foresee, because it can also be combined with any form of art or adapted into any setting where people are involved. In any case what I study now is going to give me much needed perspective and knowledge.

I guess one thing that I need to keep in mind while studying is that I should not be afraid to change what it is I'm doing. I have a habit of planning waaaaay into the future, but I cannot really know if any of it will happen or if any of it is advisable at all. I'm kinda pondering between the options to either step into the system and play the game that the social construct labeled “LIFE” is, or to focus on creating my life into one that I find enjoyable and worth living – because, frankly, right now life does not feel “worth living” in those respects. It may be the wave of depression speaking, but there is a deep dissatisfaction in me where life just seems to suck balls. This may be me separating myself from life in each breath and each moment as I lose myself into grand visions and get disappointed when I do not see immediate results.

But I'm guessing one could both “play the game” AND create a life that one can enjoy. Depends on how one plays the game, I guess: I once met a guy who was dedicated to become a prime minister and thus had given up all hope of ever having a fulfilling partnership – although this may have just been his helplessness, as even though politics is tough many do still manage a family alongside all of it.

So I guess that I'm just going to have to live through studying, work, career and all that moment by moment, and grasp whatever opportunities come along my way when and as they do. We cool? We cool.

Now, about living alone. Since my partner left the time I spent living with him compares like a slice of heaven to these past couple of days, which is just insane and I know it. I have recognized a part of what makes it, though: being able to share myself to another being, because another being is a dynamic mirror to myself whereas the walls of my apartment never respond, lol. I've noticed that now that he's gone I speak maybe a tenth of what I did when he was around, which has a huge effect on how much I communicate with myself: I don't talk to myself until I reach some sort of a crisis where I have to talk something out, so usually I just fall into this slump where I forget to ask myself how I'm doing. This, now, may be a great moment to learn more about self-communication and how I can become self-sustained in that respect, so that I would not be dependent on living with others in order to see and know myself, even though living with others may make that process a lot more efficient. I may have to live on my own some time yet, so I need to learn how to be my own mirror, my own partner and my own conversationist while there's nobody here to assist me.



I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to make my life feel dissatisfying by creating big visions of what I should become and then getting disappointed when I appear to be “getting nowhere”, not realizing that even though I am actually making progress I am making myself blind to it by wanting to see grandiose things when progress is actually about doing small things within consistency.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe and perceive that I should “get somewhere” in life to be successful, not realizing that even though in the “game of life” (the social constructs of the world) “getting somewhere” is an asset that will gain me things, in the actual physical life beyond the social constructs very little is in fact required for life to be enjoyable and worthwhile.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to feel as if my life is a failure when I seem to be failing at the “game of life”, not realizing that the two “lives” here are not the same even though I participate in both.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to attempt to play the “game of life” (participate in the system) without first being stable in the physical life and without knowing all the rules of the “game”.

  • I commit myself to prioritize stabilizing in the physical life and to participate in the “game of life” - the system – only by the requirements of the physical life.
  • I commit myself to explore the basic components of the physical life – nutrition, exercise, socializing, creation and work, self-expression – to see how I can balance them out in my own living.
  • I commit myself to further educate myself about the world to learn about life itself as well as the “game of life”.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to stress about what kind of a professional I will become, afraid that I will become such a mismatch of skills and knowledge that I will have no use in the society, not realizing that what I can do may not have a distinct profile in my mind or in anybody's mind (as I will not be a stereotypical ballet dancer, firefighter or a classroom teacher – to be honest, I don't think any living person's actually a purely stereotypical presentation of a profession) and that what I can and will do to contribute to society, to humanity and to the world is something that I will create every step of the way as I move myself in this reality.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to want certainty of “what I'll become” in the form of a clear career direction or profession that I could use to define myself with, not realizing that this self-definition would limit me in my choice of action as I would choose on whether something fits my profile or not.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to fear that I will have no place in the world as I have been unable to label myself and assign myself a place, not realizing that to an extent not defining myself is actually supportive.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to fear that others will perceive me to be a failure if I do not “have a place” in the world, not realizing that I am again confusing life with the “game of life” where “having a place” is an asset, and that even if others were to make the same confusion it does not make it any more real.

  • I commit myself to slow myself down to enjoy studying for as long as it feels interesting and enjoyable.
  • I commit myself to not force myself to study things that I find no interest towards, and to instead focus on things that I am motivated to study.
  • I commit myself to trust myself to be able to create myself positions in life where I can contribute to the world with all of my skills and knowledge.




I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to make my life feel dissatisfying by communicating with myself only with a few selected people, thus not really being intimate with myself and supporting myself when I am not in the presence of those few people.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to blame others for not asking me how I'm doing in my life, not realizing that it is not others' responsibility to open me up but mine.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not realize that I am not satisfied with life because I have clammed myself up from most people, thus not giving myself a chance to experience the social field in the scope that it could be utilized: as a mirror to myself and to others.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to require other people in order to see myself, not realizing that even though self-reflection is more efficient with other people, others are not in fact required for me to see myself – it simply requires a bit more effort when I am by myself.

  • I commit myself to ask myself “how are you” at least once a day, preferably more than once.
    • I commit myself to stop, breathe and ask myself “how are you” every night before I go to sleep, and I commit myself to reserve enough time and physical comfort for this exercise.
  • I commit myself to write on at least 4 days of a week. (As writing daily is not working for me at the moment, I will instead commit to a smaller amount that I am certain I can in fact live up to.)
  • I commit myself to investigate how exactly I live with myself to see how I could give myself enough attention and care.


Fascinating stuff! I'll keep on walking this state of being to see what comes up. The depression and anxiety have dissipated for now, which sure as hell makes life a bit nicer, lol.

sunnuntai 18. elokuuta 2013

Day 293: Bartending


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I have returned to Finland from my travels and pretty much directly I also returned to work. I started working in a new bar as a bartender, which is a job I will do part-time while I study to support my living. This is the first time ever I am working only in a bar and not with food or dining in any way whatsoever, as my previous jobs have always contained serving tables and food in one way or another. This has brought up some challenges I already faced last winter when working in a bar and I went through them today.

I faced interesting moments at work one night when I had two conflict situations. I had just the previous day watched a colleague deal with troublesome customers in an aggressive way and I had thought about the whole thing with being aggressive and defensive in situations like that. I asked myself: do I want to be like that? Do I want to be all angry and nasty and yelling and pointing-to-the-door? So the next day when I faced conflict I decided that I would first try to sort it out without exerting my power, making myself a big authority or being unkind to the other, and only when it would fail I would use force.

In the first situation I had to tell a man he was too drunk and that I would no longer serve him alcohol. I approached him by telling him he had probably had one too many today and that it would be best if he went home. I then offered him a glass of water instead of the pint of beer he asked for, because I knew the water would help him sober up and get home. He accepted my offer, thanked me for it, drank the water and left without causing any trouble. So this act of kindness and care for another got me through the situation with no conflict and the guy getting what he actually needed. Quite often the protocol in these situations is to say “get out, now” and then get the bouncer to kick them out shit-faced and verbally abused onto the streets.

In the second situation a man came to the counter yelling to my co-worker about his drink having been stolen from his table while he was in the bathroom. I remembered visiting the table just moments ago and collecting an empty glass from it. I thought that in order to survive the conflict I could just lie and tell the guy I had not seen his glass. Instead I decided to tell him what had actually happened and what I had observed. He kept yelling a couple of meters away as I was talking to him while doing the dishes with my co-worker standing in between us. I realized that this is no way to communicate and I stepped in front of him, looked him in the eye and told him firmly that I had taken an empty glass from the table, not a full one, and that it was very likely that his friend had finished his drink and then ran off. I told him the truth as I saw it to be in self-honesty. Surprisingly, the man calmed down. The ripples of the aggressive energy were still dripping from him but with every word he spoke from then on the energy faded, and he ordered a new drink and ripple by ripple he apologized for his behavior. I found this very interesting. I had expected him to hold on to his point of view that asshole bartenders try to trick people into buying more alcohol, but instead he let go of his anger and moved on.

These experiences show me that being the nice kind of a bartender instead of the asshole one is indeed worth trying and investigating!



I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe and perceive that being a bartender requires me to be unkind, inconsiderate, pessimistic, angry, bored – in other words, an asshole – because these are the kinds of bartenders I have seen and admired, not realizing that the reason I admired them were not these qualities but the way these people didn't take bullshit, which is a quality I lacked (and still do to some extent).

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe and perceive that in order to be “ballsy” enough to be a bartender I need to have a negative attitude towards my job and towards the customers.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to try to be a good enough bartender by attempting to portray in my own behavior how my bartending mentors appeared to me.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not realize that bartending does not in fact require me to be negative about everything and that this is a misconception I have pieced together by observing every bartender I have ever seen.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not realize that what bartending does require of me is an understanding of my responsibilities (handling and distributing legalized poison and making sure everyone under my supervision stays within the boundaries that have been defined as “healthy” or “not fatal”) and a decision to carry out my responsibilities – and that the “ballsyness” comes out of the firm, unwavering stance within this decision and understanding.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not realize that the firmness of a bartender's decision/commitment/responsibility is often misunderstood to be personal towards the customer who is denied access to alcohol, which creates the stereotype of the “asshole bartender” as customers believe bartenders to be assholes even when they don't mean to and as bartenders become assholes because (they believe) it is expected of them.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not realize that while I tend the bar I do not have to turn into an asshole to survive the situation but that I can in fact remain as myself.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to fear that I will not survive bartending because of the verbal, physical and mental attacks bartenders sometimes have to deal with when and as customers exert their frustration on them, not realizing that these attacks are nothing personal towards me but an expression of who the other one is (which is often a person addicted to alcohol for whatever reason).

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not realize that the people who snap at bartenders are most likely driven and possessed by their “addiction demons” and are not in control of themselves, and that their actions are thus not a manifestation of their full potential but of the things keeping them from attaining their potential – and that I should not then treat them with disdain, anger or fear but with compassion and care however they are best executed (sometimes telling a person to leave might be an act of love).



I commit myself to challenge myself to drop the tough guy act when and as I work in the bar and to instead try to remain kind, compassionate and caring.

I commit myself to carry my responsibility as a person assigned to handle, distribute and regulate alcohol.

I commit myself to slow myself down in breathing whenever I get a break while working in the bar, as I see, realize and understand that because the work is fast-paced it is easy for me to lose touch with myself in the physical.

I commit myself to engage in eye contact not only with the customers (which is easy because they are right in front of me) but also with the other workers even when it's busy and we communicate mainly by voice and touch because I have seen, realized and understood how this lack of eye contact with my fellow workers contributes to my tough guy act.

lauantai 1. kesäkuuta 2013

Days 247-248: SF on "doing nothing"


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I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to compare my current living to the way I lived in my previous circumstances, perceiving and believing myself to be “doing nothing” as compared to what I have done before, not realizing that my past and my present are not comparable because I am not the same person now that I was in the past, which makes the most favourable course of action / way of living subject to change.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to hold on to the way I have lived my life in my previous circumstances because my previous way of living has made me feel like I'm “doing enough” or “doing my best”, not realizing that my past way of living has been largely self-compromise in terms of what I have been doing and how, and that it has been motivated by fear.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not realize that I have felt that I have been “doing enough” only when I have compromised my well-being, in other words, when I have accepted and allowed my fear of failure to consume me to a point where I have worked at the expense of every other aspect of my life, not realizing that this way of living is not sustainable as I seek for stability in an ideal that cannot be achieved – and that my feeling of “having done enough” has thus been based on self-deception and cannot be trusted.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe and perceive that the worth of my life is determined by the deeds I do.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not realize that I am not the deeds I do but the motivation that moves me to do them.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to plan my return to my previous living circumstances according to who I was before I left, not giving myself the chance to even consider reconstructing myself and my life based on who I become as I travel and find a new perspective on what I have been doing.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to create an ideal scenario of my return, where I would come back to my previous responsibilities and duties as an “enlightened” being who would then live out my previous circumstances “perfectly” without making mistakes – not realizing that here I deny myself the chance to reconstruct myself and my life as I hold on to what's familiar and comfortable.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to want to re-live my past circumstances by repeating the same things over and over again because I have not forgiven myself for my mistakes and would like to live a “perfect” life – not realizing that as I hold onto the past I ignore the present, and that life is too short to re-live every past moment into a flawless one.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to grow attached to my living circumstances so that I had to relocate myself to the other side of the globe to be able to de-attach myself from them and question them.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to forget the possibilities of life as I have grown attached to my routines, lifestyle and worldview.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to grow attached to my routines, lifestyle and worldview because they have brought me a sense of stability and comfort.

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I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to perceive and believe it to be “worthless” to travel and not work while traveling, naming this “doing nothing”.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to feel guilty for not working when I travel because I perceive and believe only “real work” to contribute anything to the society, not realizing that as I travel I gift myself with time and opportunities to study, learn and focus on self-reflection – all things that will assist and support me to “give back” to the society as they change who I am within my actions which affects the outcome of my actions.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe and perceive that only working on something concrete, long-term and instantly visible contributes to the society, not realizing that a lot of “invisible” work is to be done before I am able to see what the best course of action would be and who I need to be within it.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to feel guilty for focusing on myself as I have perceived and believed this to be “selfish”, not realizing that if I do not focus on working on myself I will remain as a fuck-up and would only damage the reality around me as a consequence.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to perceive and believe it to be a “waste of time” to focus on myself when a lot of problems wait to be solved, not realizing that I cannot contribute to the solution of these problems when I am still a part of the “disease” that causes and upholds the problems in the first place.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not realize that it is necessary to take time for myself to sort myself out in order to actually be of assistance in solving the problems that are present in this reality.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to be restless and impatient because I have wanted to be “ready” to act and be of assistance in solving the problems of the world, not realizing that I am still of very little use because there are a lot of points that I need to sort out in myself before I can participate – and I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not realize that working on these points within myself is in itself an act of assistance and participation.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not see, realize and understand the arrogance in believing myself to be “ready” to take action while I ignore the issues within myself that I have not dealt with yet.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not live as humility by assessing myself in self-honesty to see what I am actually capable of at the moment and what I need to work on to make progress.



I commit myself to continue working on the most prominent points I have been facing lately – instability, dependency and direction of life – by facing them in my practical living and writing them out when necessary.

I commit myself to explore the possibilities I have for directing my life – the things I do, live out, live within, work on, support and uphold – within and as the realization that I am not tied to places, people, possessions, contacts, surroundings or circumstances in any other than practical ways (for example I am tied to money because that is my access to the world's resources which I need to survive).

I commit myself, when and as I consider different possibilities for directing my life, to consider first and foremost what is best for all and to search for any and all points of self-interest with absolute self-honesty.

I commit myself to show mercy on myself by giving myself time to work on myself by not accepting and allowing guilt, fear and the sense of duty to move me while I travel; I see, realize and understand that this is what has moved me before and that this is not a sustainable source of motivation for a life lived in favor of the well-being of all because I am a part of all and suffer while I move myself by force.

I commit myself to face the moments when I think I “should be doing something” by stopping, breathing and realizing that by allowing this thought to move me I move myself by force because it is not necessity and common sense that is moving me.

I commit myself to continue studying the life of the people around me in these different cultures I live within as I travel as this has felt natural, enjoyable and enriching to me – in other words, by being present in each and every moment this act of studying and learning happens without conscious effort as an outflow of being HERE.

torstai 30. toukokuuta 2013

Day 246: Doing nothing


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One challenge I set for myself when I set off to travel was to break away from my usual routine of working throughout my waking hours and to teach myself to just be and do nothing. I realize that stress is a big problem for me because I do not know where to draw the line in-between recreation and escapism, and so I feel guilty for every bit of non-work and push myself to work more from the starting point of fear.

So at first I noticed a tendency to think that now that I am here on the other side of the globe I should not “waste” a single day. I pushed myself to go sightseeing and stuff and tried to make “each day count”, so that within every day I would get an experience that would make the day feel meaningful. Many times I did, and even really small and seemingly insignificant things would give me that experience that “all right, today I lived”. For example, one day the most awesome thing that happened was that I ran into a dog in a forest and hung out with the dog for a while. Not much else happened during the day, but it still felt like I had actually learned something.

Now in Tokyo there have been days where I have felt like nothing has been happening. I have staid at one place for an entire week, not moving around every two days like before, and I have given myself time to just do nothing at all. I have done small everyday things like gone to the supermarket and walked around a park and sat in a library and sung karaoke. I have sat down with other people here at the hostel eating and drinking and talked. And at the end of the day I have felt guilty about it: Today I did nothing. Did I learn anything? Did I grow at all? Who was I today? Has it been four days already? What the fuck did I even do yesterday? Was it really five days ago? And so forth.

It has been really good to stop because I have thus been able to see more clearly what it is that moves me in my “normal life” (a term/concept I have come to question lately). But I am not sure if what I'm doing is entirely a good thing. Tokyo as a tourist environment is not very enabling if one doesn't have the money to shop and dine in restaurants, so I have perhaps been passivated by my environment which is “lacking” in possibilities for activities. But here I forget that I am able to come up with some ways to utilize whatever happens to be here – I just have to actively get up and do it.

So enough of this bullshit. If it seems that my environment is not “offering” me enough stuff to do, then I've got to get up and do something and make it worthwhile. I am not here to live on a hyperdrive for three months, sucking in the culture of other countries as if it was the last thing I'll ever do – I am here to live as myself within and as breath within the possibilities of the environment I am in, not to compromise myself and feed off on experiences and energy kicks. So just live as I would live in a familiar environment, moved by necessity and opportunity; allow myself the time I need to get my shit together. It's not about achievements but about who I live as within all this.

SF up next.

lauantai 11. toukokuuta 2013

Day 231: Departure


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I described to a friend the horror of going on a trip like watching a train heading at you: the waiting is full of anticipation and it feels like the moment of impact is never going to come – but once the impact does happen it's no big deal, it doesn't feel like something major just happened.

I am now traveling and I don't feel any different. There has been days, weeks and months of preparation and anticipation plus a last-minute rush – and now that I am here, there is nothing, no major feeling of “being alive” or “freedom” or “adventuring” - I am simply here, directing myself within my surroundings and circumstances. I knew how it would be so I was not expecting it to feel “big”, although there is a relief that all the hurry is now over. It will just be replaced with different kind of activity.

In reality there was a practical threshold of getting certain stuff done within a certain time period so that I was able to depart, but imagining there to be some kind of a “magic border” beyond which I and the reality would be “different” is simply not real. I am me, I breathe just the same as I did two days ago – and the reality is the same as it was before I got here.



I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not realize that the reality does not consist of “phases”, “chapters” and “stories” even though the human mind conceives and dissects it so.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to forget to breathe and thus forget that life is a constant continuum of breath in which each and every breath is equal, and that thus giving some periods of life more value or emphasis than others is to create and believe “meanings” (connections in the mind/brain) that do not actually exist in the physical reality if not as the consequences of the actions I commit in the name of these beliefs.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to imagine a threshold/border/line beyond which living would feel different and I would feel different, not realizing that even though this threshold is determined by the physical reality (requirements of time and matter) it does not mean it's real.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe and perceive that a person can change oneself by changing one's surroundings, not realizing that change requires one to accept and allow change within oneself and that this cannot be replaced by external change although external change may support internal change.



The most noticeable change I have seen in myself after my entrance exams and since I left home is that I allow myself to lay back without becoming limp – I have feared letting myself just be because I have feared it would lead to laziness, passiveness and ignorance. I now see it is not relevant to worry over this, because I can trust myself to be self-honest about my living. During this spring it's like there's been this nagging voice in my head passing guilt all over me which has driven me to do things. Now there is no guilt moving me, just necessity. This is important to notice because it is essential that I find such a way of working that doesn't consume me. I can see that during my latest work spree I was still partly motivated by guilt, and this is not a constructive starting point for work. If I now find myself moved by necessity – why not while working? I guess stress plays a major part here because within stress the work load looks “bigger” and thus “impossible” which replaces common sensical necessity with fear, self-judgement and guilt (“I have to get this done”).



I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to motivate myself to work through guilt instead of realizing that all living is about necessity – what is necessary to be done to direct myself to the direction I have chosen – not trusting necessity to be obvious to me if I simply stop and breathe and instead writing a motivation script in my mind (“I do X because of Y”) so that I would not become immobile.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to fear that trusting myself to see necessity without the mind would result with me being passive and not doing anything.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to fear becoming passive and immobile as I have feared not being “worthy of life” and that I would then be a disgrace to all life on Earth.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to fear that my self-trust will backfire, not realizing that I am the one to decide whether or not I live up to my trust and that to doubt myself is to give in to helplessness.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe it is necessary to motivate myself with thoughts.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe it is necessary to motivate myself with emotions and feelings.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not see, realize and understand that a motivation that is based on what is actually here is most efficient, because it directly addresses actual needs and thus comes up with direct solutions.



I commit myself to investigate my activity levels and participation in life during this trip when I don't “have to” do anything at all on top of surviving in order to find and stabilize myself into a state of being from which it would be constructive to work and be a functioning member of my society.

I commit myself to practice breathing by returning myself to breath whenever I fall out of it as I see, realize and understand that the state where I live as breath is the closest I'll get to my “true self”.

maanantai 29. huhtikuuta 2013

Days 217-219: Childhood poverty – Learned passiveness


27-29042013

lol - maybe 1-2 years old here

I quote my last post:

My poverty was not extreme poverty from which one can die, but a cultural and societal poverty of being denied the possibility to explore the world. I was alive but in terms of society my movements were restricted.
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I can see that growing up believing that some things were “out of my reach” has passivated me: I have had little to no regard for how the society functions and how one is able to influence it. I simply believed it to be impossible or at least very difficult and troublesome, and so I became a limp and drowsy child (and an adult) with little interest to do anything at all but things that brought me instant pleasure. I learned helplessness and powerlessness from being “tied down”.”

Today I decided to have a look at this point when I was thinking about another that mingled with this one. I realized that I have been clinging onto people through relationships of dependency to mend for my passiveness. When I have come across people that are active, moving, dynamic, going forward, doing stuff, hard-working and self-directed I have been attracted towards this quality and held onto these people so that I could be motivated to be active myself in their presence. However, I have not been supporting myself to be active and build a foundation of self-induced activeness – I have been relying on the presence of others to “get me going”. It is necessary that I transform myself within these relationships so that they will no longer be abusive (of me and the other) but will instead function as mutual support to all participants.

So I return to looking at my childhood and the passivating effects being somewhat poor had on me. Right now two different perspectives open up: looking at how my siblings have displayed passiveness/activeness, as we shared the same environment as children and this comparison may offer some perspective; and a paradigm of developmental psychology according to which it is important to offer a baby/toddler plenty of experiences of succeeding in “effortful control” (affecting one's environment through one's actions and thus directing one's own experience), because if this success is not experienced the child will stop trying to influence it's environment and become passive.

When I read about effortful control (also referred to as self-regulation and sometimes willpower) I remember being surprised. “Is it possible for a child that young to just give up?” And I realized I had not really considered what the life experience of an infant really is. In a physical space where everything is new – everything from one's own physical body to the entire environment surrounding it – things may get really confusing. So learning how your environment works and realizing ways to affect it's movements is really crucial to a child, and even such a small thing as learning that by smiling to your caretaker he/she will smile back will have a gigantic effect on the child building up a foundation of an active self.

So keeping this in mind it is interesting to look at how being “restricted” or “denied access” affects one's activeness. When I look at my (now adult) siblings I see different survival mechanisms at play. I see giving up, introversion and focusing on a very narrow circle of life; I see aggressive rebellion and a “fuck you world, I didn't want access anyway”; and I see decisive ambition to be successful and thus avoid poverty and “falling” by any means. So where do I fall into in this social grid?

First I think I'm going to have to clarify what I mean by my passiveness. Ever since I was a child I've thought of politics and everything related to the structure and mechanisms of the society as “dull” and “boring”. This was mainly because I didn't understand what they were about and I was reluctant to find out because I perceived them to be things that were “too complicated” for me to understand – I feared failure, simply put. I was able to justify this reluctance by saying “not everyone has to like everything; I have my own interests and politics isn't one of them”. This reluctance then became passiveness as I did nothing – inaction is passiveness, nothing moving is passiveness – the fact that I did not move was the act of passiveness, and the reluctance to face my fear of failure was what led me there. So passiveness itself is not a quality of the mind but a consequence in the physical reality.

My passiveness in terms of society led me to indecisiveness about how to direct my life, what to study, which profession to choose. I did a lot of arts in high school and for years I applied to different art schools, not being sure which form of art was “my thing” yet being certain that I was “destined” to be doing arts. So I lingered in this passive state of being where I spent years not really putting enough effort into any form of art to be accepted into a school, worked within a (mostly) useless trade and spent my free time on entertainment and not much else. Arts as a profession has been an attempt for me to influence the world through inspiring others: serving as a whistle-blower, as someone to “wake up” others, because all are needed to “wake up” if this world is to change – or so I said to justify my position. What I actually wanted was for others to come and change the world for me because I saw myself as disqualified to do it myself.

So as I have been a child and seen the world around me, eager to go and explore it, and then been told not to – even when other kids, my equals and mirrors, were allowed to – it has felt incomprehensive because the boundaries according to which another child could have a toy and I couldn't were invisible to me as they were contextual and cultural agreements that do not actually exist – only their physical consequences do. And so I found ways to adapt to my circumstances: for example, when I was forbidden from buying the clothes I wanted to be able to express myself, I adapted to the limitations of my social class and figured out ways to express myself through clothing that didn't require much money. I would still always long for the things that I had originally wanted, and as I never got a valid reason to why I was the one not getting what everyone else was getting, I created a desire to someday have these expensive clothes (or to even decide for myself what I can buy) and thus assigned them a high value and made them “important” and “worth fighting for”.

The desire to have what others have has been the reason I work. I learned that with money I could upgrade my standard of living, and so I've enjoyed my working years because I have finally been able to afford stuff myself. I have thus been neglecting my wish to work for something that is important to me, that I actually see to have concrete value and substance, because I have been focusing on maintaining my living standard. I have not really realized how much of my time and resources it takes to work even a part-time job, and how much effort it takes to for example study while I also work. So I have not realized that to actually be able to work for something I have a passion and an interest for and which I could create a career in is not going to come without sacrifices: studying is going to take so much time that my living standards are certain to drop.

To bring this together: my working years have been a manifestation of passiveness justified with money. The restrictions of the social class of the family I was born and raised in affected how I perceived myself to be able to influence my surroundings and direct my life. Thus I adapted to moving myself according to the limited amount of resources (intellect, wealth, social relations) I had within the limitations of the “working class persona”.



I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself as a child to believe and perceive, because my superiors told me so, that some things in this world were “out of my reach”, “restricted” and “denied”.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not realize that all concepts of ownership when considering the physical reality are imaginary, as they do not exist in this physical reality even though their consequences do.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself as a child to not trust my “gut feeling” that something was wrong with the fact that I couldn't have what others had when I was not given a valid reason for this.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not realize that there in fact is no valid reason for financial segregation where others have more “rights” to claim the resources of the physical reality simply because of their level of education, respectability of profession or status of bloodline, because everyone on this planet does not have an equal possibility to attain these “rights” because of the place, family and conditions one was born into; things that one has no choice over.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe and perceive that the level of one's education gives one the “right” to claim more physical resources via money because the refinement of skill makes one's work “more valuable” than the work of an untrained person – not realizing that the amount of time and effort an uneducated worker and an educated worker spend within i.e. one hour of working time is the exact same – it is one hour less in both of their lives – and that this reasoning is thus not valid as the physical resources of an individual's life are used equally by both, not “more” by the educated one.

[Here, I do not mean to disregard the years one has spent educating oneself, which is a big task in itself, but to state that educating oneself should be about wanting to learn for yourself, for the sake of the passion for learning – not so you could get more money in the future with a heightened status. I see this a lot with kids who want to become doctors because of the pay and position, not because they have a passion for medicine – and even those who do it for the passion think of the pay as a justifiable “bonus”.]

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe and perceive that some professions have the “right” for more pay because of the “big” responsibility they have to carry – i.e. doctors, managers, politicians, lawyers, police – not realizing that the status of these professions of “high responsibility” has been created so that a few could carry the responsibility that ought to be carried by all, the responsibility to take care of this society and make sure it functions, this then “made ok” by compensating for their “sacrifice” with more money – for example, the direction of the society should not be decided by politicians but by all, the well-being of others and the prevention of illness should be a concern of all, the functions of society should not be a mystery that has to be decoded by lawyers but one that everyone understands – and that to give other professions more “respect” because of the “heavy responsibility” they carry is thus nothing but hypocrisy and abdication of one's responsibility as a participant of the society one lives in.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not realize that if everyone had equal possibilities to educate themselves and explore the things they have a passion for with no inequality of pay or limitations set by money, we would have a world of motivated action instead of a world of passive compliance.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself as a child to feel “tied down” because I was restricted from exploring the world and expressing myself within it, not realizing the reasons we were poor because I was yet unable to comprehend and did not receive an explanation I would have been able to understand.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself as a child to feel frustrated whenever I heard the reason “we can't afford it”, feeling like there was a wall between me and whatever it is that I wanted.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself as a child to believe and perceive myself to be separate from the things we could not afford, visualizing them to be “distant” as if “behind a wall”, thus not realizing that the items (or services) I wanted are of this same physical matter I am built from and that I am in fact one with and equal to them and in terms of the physical reality have as much right to explore them as anyone else, and not realizing the separation is a social agreement based on imagined values which are in fact not real.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself as a child to believe and perceive that I have “no right” to explore things I had no money for, as if they were “reserved” for those who had money.

[Not to say I should've gone and broken the social agreements by for example stealing something – that would have served no purpose either, unless the reality of things would have been explained to me as a consequence.]

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A memory of me stealing candy from a store. I was perhaps 6-7 years old and I really wanted candy but my mother would not buy me any. I grabbed a couple of candies from the shelf and ate them really fast in secret. I felt guilty about this for years and finally confessed to my parents crying and ashamed during a much bigger family crisis. I had thought of myself having committed a horrible crime by stealing a couple of candies and my parents thought nothing of it especially compared to the other crisis we were dealing with. This shows how I had adopted the belief that the candy was “restricted” from those with no money and that it was “punishable” if one took it without “the right” (money). I actually feared that police would someday come knocking on our door with shots from a security camera as evidence of my crime.
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I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to imagine this “wall of restriction” to be one that I cannot influence unless I have money and play according to the rules of the society.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to feel powerless in front of this visualized “wall” that separated me from the resources of the world.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe that these walls, boundaries, limitations and restrictions are a natural part of the world and that I cannot influence them, thus complying to the rules of the society without questioning them and manifesting passiveness.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to perceive and believe that the only way I can influence my access to the resources of the world is by attaining money.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself as a child to place emphasis on getting money so that I could afford the resources of the world and therefore to start working at a young age (9 years old), thinking that working is important and developing a high “work morale”, yet never realizing that my motivation for working was always money and not self-expression.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe the dogma of my family environment which stated that “it is important to work”, not realizing that this was motivated by fear of survival and was not to encourage us to express ourselves through work.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to be overridden by the fear of survival so that during my adult age most of my resources have gone to finding work and working so that I would survive, not realizing that living according to this fear has taken up so much resources that I have made myself unable to explore myself and the world and what I would actually like to do with my life.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe and perceive that the only resource I had in this game of survival and success were my creativity and artistic skills, because they were (mostly) not dependent on money and were thus accessible to my social class – and I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to thus believe that my creativity is my only asset and “trump card” in life and that I should thus strive to use it and make it a profession in which I can “shine” – never stopping to realize that I have not really considered developing any other assets because I have perceived them to be “out of my reach” or “too much trouble” - and that clinging onto arts has been an act of passiveness, a “safe choice”.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to cling onto arts as my “only way” of “making it” within the competition to succeed within society and life as I believed and perceived my skills in arts to be the only resource I had.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to define myself based on a limited set of skills and assets, thus believing and perceiving myself to be less than I am and to be capable of less than I actually am.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to diminish myself by believing myself to be limited to the skills and assets I happen to have at a certain age because the rules of societal conduct - “the rules of life”, the guidelines according to which one can attain a functioning position within the system – dictate that around this age I have to choose a profession and focus my energy on refining myself in this profession.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not realize that when I was at the age when I “was supposed to” choose a profession I had no idea who I was and what I was capable of and that I thus attempted to define myself according to the little I knew of myself – resulting with a very limited self-definition and “plan for life”.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to direct myself according to this “plan for life” that I created at a young age based on the little knowledge I had of myself and upon what I believed the society and life to be (a competition).

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to live according to the self-definition that I was good at arts/creativity and not much else, directing myself towards the things I was “good at” and felt comfortable with and away from the things I was “bad at” and felt uncomfortable with – not realizing that expansion only happens outside our comfort zones and that I was avoiding discomfort because I feared failure, not realizing that expansion and learning often comes with trial and error and that making mistakes is nothing to fear.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to become passive in my life because of the conditions I was born into within which I learned that it is “my place” to “settle” for the assets I had been “given” - not realizing that these assets were not “who I am” but the consequence of how I had lived my life so far.



I commit myself to direct my life from the starting point of expansion and exploration as I now see, realize and understand that the only thing that limits me from reaching out to all of existence and my full potential is my own self-definition; and I commit myself to do this by taking myself to the edge of my comfort zone and beyond. I realize that life is too short to get stuck with and be defined by the things I have found comfortable during the first two decades of my life.

I commit myself to study from the starting point of learning for myself – not because studying will reward me with a place in the university and a possibility for a career, but because I realize that what I learn affects who I am and how I move myself as life. Thus, I also commit myself to always aim to apply what I study and learn to practical reality so that I would not study for the sake of studying but for the sake of living.

I commit myself to build trust in myself as a self-supported and self-directed being, and I commit myself to investigate my fears and doubts about my ability/disability to support and direct myself.

I commit myself to live out the realization that I am not who I have defined myself to be by being here with and within myself in each and every breath and allowing myself to create myself in the moment of breath, thus opening myself up to the windows of opportunities I have passed by before.

I commit myself to practice the principle of taking what I need and unconditionally giving away what I do not by not asking for more pay or other privileges for my work based on experience, education or other status upgrade unless I actually need it to survive.

I commit myself to work from the starting point of carrying full responsibility for the position I am in and the task I am assigned to do, as I see, realize and understand that no matter the type of work I am spending just as much time on it as everyone else does on their work and that it is my responsibility to do my absolute best with the resources I have; unless downright abusive, all work has it's purpose and function in the society.

I commit myself to no longer work for companies, employers and/or forms of business that I find abusive, and I commit myself to rather try to find work that I see to have constructive value, no matter how “basic” a job or “low” a position – and I commit myself to investigate my prejudice towards certain jobs that I resent doing even though I see them to hold constructive value.

I commit myself to direct myself within my life in such a way that will assist in bringing about a world in which there is no poverty, segregation, inequality and scarcity of necessities – where a child would be born with limitations only from the physical reality itself and none of those that are imaginary, arbitrary and not real.

keskiviikko 24. huhtikuuta 2013

Day 214: Resting


24042013

from a play; me on the right.


How do I know when I actually need rest and how should I give it to myself?

The answer to the first question is relatively easy: listen to your body and don't be fooled by the mind. Lol. Listening to one's body is done by stopping, breathing and allowing oneself to be fully aware of one's physical experience. For example, last night I didn't really notice myself to be tired and completely ready to go to bed and fall asleep until I stopped myself, told myself to stop working on my tasks and sat myself down with a cup of tea and nothing else to do but to drink the tea. This is when I became aware of the fact that my muscles were sore, and this is where my eyes started closing immediately when I stopped myself from rushing around and stopped my hurry-busy-overload-mode. I realized that the fact that my physical was giving me these signs meant that I was indeed in need of rest, and so I gave myself rest. Had I followed my mind I would have continued working and perhaps collapsed sooner or later – if not during the night, I would have run out of steam today had I not slept enough.

But the second question I proposed is more tricky, because the experience of something being “rest” or “relaxing” or “not demanding” is subjective and also relative as compared to that which one is taking rest from (i.e. work, tasks, responsibilities, burdens, obligations etc.). I just got to thinking about this when I had been studying for a couple of hours, noticed myself to be getting weary and stiff from working and realized that I needed rest – but then I started conflicting with myself as I did not know how to give myself rest. My first thought was to lay down and play video games – but then I thought of yoga because my back was really screaming for it – and then I thought: “but yoga isn't rest” - which I realized to be a value I have assigned yoga: [exercise = work], so [yoga = work] as well. I then went on to do yoga because I saw that it could actually support me to recover and heal from my day of work, which in the long run serves me more than playing video games, which is just sitting still and entertaining myself with mathematical stuff – which does hold value at times, but this wasn't what I needed at this moment.

So I guess there is no “right way” of resting or a perfect pattern to follow, which means one has to make the assessment individually for each situation: what is it that would right now assist me in recovering from this specific kind of fatigue? If the tasks one does vary, so does the “damage” done in the process – and so does the method of recovery. If I had just run a marathon I don't think yoga would be the optimal choice for recovery then, lol.

Right, to re-define the word “rest” for myself.

Dictionary definition: cease work or movement in order to relax, refresh oneself or to recover strength; allow to be inactive in order to regain strength, health or energy. (Source: Oxford dictionary)

My old definition of the word “rest”: to be lazy, unproductive and passive; to not give one's all at every moment; to slack off; to justify inaction with imagined weariness.

My new definition of the word “rest”: to live as one with and equal to one's physical body and to take care of it's needs and requirements by allowing it the appropriate way of recharging and recovering from a preceding activity that has caused the body to become stressed, weary, tired, damaged and/or worn out.



I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not realize that my physical body has its inescapable limits, be they permanent or temporary, and that in order to keep myself healthy, stable and fully functioning I have got to live according to these limits as there is no way to “transcend” the physical reality for as long as I live within this body.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to feel guilty for giving myself rest as I have felt ashamed for my past where I escaped my reality into sleep and entertainment – a state of almost constant rest – and have wanted to “make up to” the opportunities I wasted during those years of escapism by not resting at all or resting as little as possible.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe and perceive that it is possible to “make up to” the mistakes of my past, not realizing that these mistakes have already been done and that I cannot “work extra hard” within the present moment to live both for my past and my present as all that my physical body allows me to do is within the borders of the present: I can only live a full NOW, not a full yesterday or tomorrow.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to assign rest a negative energy charge through guilt and shame, not realizing that rest is neither positive nor negative but a requirement of the physical reality – it is what is here – a tool that can be used and/or abused.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not see, realize and understand that even though the boundaries of one's stamina may be pushed further, there is still a certain limit for how much I am able to do right now and that this limit cannot be crossed – and that this is what makes it impossible to “make up for” my past inaction.



I commit myself to gift myself with rest when and as my physical body indicates it requires it.

I commit myself to find ways to be more sensitive to the needs of my physical body – firstly by building myself a foundation from breathing and moment-to-moment self-awareness.

I commit myself to trust myself to spot the moments when I would be abusing rest to escape my responsibilities as I see, realize and understand that I am capable of noticing when my starting point for resting is not in my physical but in my mind.

I commit myself to realize that fatigue from studying is also physical as it is stress for the brain, and that the fact that the brain is located in the head doesn't mean that this fatigue is some trick of the mind which I have thought to reside in my head – which is starting to look more and more like a fallacy as I'm starting to see, realize and understand that the mind is integrated into the entire body – and that the fatigue caused by studying also requires some form of rest and recovery, whatever that may be.

I commit myself to reserve time for resting in my daily schedule.

sunnuntai 14. huhtikuuta 2013

Day 202: Skipping a day


12042013



Alright. I had to skip a day of writing for the first time because I was busy working day and night. At first I felt guilty about this and tried to think of some way to squeeze writing into my schedule, but then I realized that it is simply not possible and that the purpose of writing is not writing itself but to assist me in my practical daily living, which is what I am now busy with. So I decided to focus on my practical application and assessing the current state of my process after 200 days of writing (that's, like, more than half a year!).

One thing that I noted yesterday was a new kind of certainty. I've been focusing my process mainly on human interaction for the past few months, because this is a basic component of my life that is clearly underdeveloped, and I have had a good way to assess this process as I work in a cafe 5 days a week, repeating the same information / committing the same tasks to various people numerous times a day: if something is different in my repetitious routine I always notice.

Slowly yet surely I have been able to work through my insecurity points and to establish a stable and reliable foundation for myself, within myself, of myself. I am noticing the change from destructive insecurity into a frail yet unwavering certainty in all areas of my life, or at least in all that I have lived through and am living as at the moment; who knows what's to come. So this certainty was something that I noticed yesterday as I was simply working – knowing what needs to be done and doing it.

Another thing I saw as I assessed myself and the way I work is that I have made progress with the stress point. I faced moments where I would have previously fallen into despair and given up on everything but now instead just stopped and forgave the stressful thoughts when and as they surfaced, located the according tension/pain in my physical, corrected my physical by breathing, relaxing and moving and kept on working after the stress was released. For example there was a moment where I was trying to put a thread through the eye of a needle and my eyes were starting to get tired because I had had a long day and my physical needed rest. As my eyes didn't focus properly and I didn't get the thread through after a few attempts I noticed a tension/pain at a certain spot of my neck/shoulders, and I realized that this is the “disability point” with which I disable myself from doing something. I realized that if left untended the tension/pain would once again lead to the thought “I can't do this” which would lead to frustration and giving up. And so I stopped, released the tension by “breathing through it” (relaxing the muscles while exhaling) with a couple of breaths, and I continued with my work with renewed focus and care.

Now as I look at my experience today, as my work and hurry still continues with the same intensity, I notice a constant tension in my shoulders that wasn't there yesterday. I realize that this is an unresolved stress point that has to do with martyrdom and sleep, as I only slept a couple of hours last night. I noticed backchat and thoughts regarding this before sleeping and they have come up today as well, such as wanting to complain about sleeping too little, glorifying myself for my sacrifice and expecting praise because of my suffering. I have not acted upon any of this and have simply kept on breathing and focusing on the fact that right now I am awake and that this is all that matters; when I get tired I will deal with it according to the situation. There's also a fear that “I will not make it through the day”, which points out to me exactly what I expect from my day, and these expectations I need to deal with.