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poetic interlude #4 July 31, 2009

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my hand falls into yours as we walk unhurried, side by side

“don’t ever let go,” i whisper

you turn to me and smile

one breath astray

my heart warms and i know you will

always be there.

i am perfectly whole July 30, 2009

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i have a tendency to overindulge in negative thoughts and emotions. what i should do is feel them, understand them, then let them go. but here’s what i tend to do instead: feel them, go with them, take them a step further, then another, and drive myself crazy because i cannot get them out of my mind.

like the thing with love/lust/men. the thought/emotion that hits me is loneliness. all i really need is friendship. but i take it to the next level, and somehow what i want is a perfect man. an amalgam of characteristics from many come together to create someone who will save me from my troubles and be that missing piece to create wholeness in my life. of course i know this creates unrealistic expectations, but i’m not really looking for a man in my life right now. i just need a friend. maybe i got it all confused because my ex was my best friend (and drinking buddy) for 7 years, so i lost the friend and the lover at the same time. it makes me see how strange that relationship was — we both strayed from friends we had before the relationship, and i think we both relied on each other to fill too many roles. although i definitely think a good relationship starts with a good friendship, it’s difficult when one’s happiness is too reliant on one individual. maybe i just want to feel important in someone else’s life again.

the thing is, it’s not that bad being alone with myself. i’m a solitary person. i entertain myself. i don’t want to talk on the phone. but healthy relationships are the foundation of a happy life. i’m pretty sure of that. i’ve made deep, real connections with people in the past, but we always went our separate ways. but i know i can do it again; it’s just hard for me to know when i’ve found people i can trust.

i have to be accepting of my life as it is in this very moment. that’s where i fail. i want something different, i want more. why is it so difficult to let go of these wants? i should be grateful for the opportunity to be sober, with a clearer head than before, to live my life as i should.

everytime these negative thoughts come into my head, i should let them go. right now, it’;s like i let them take root, then nourish them with more negative thinking, and the next thing i know they are enveloping my entire emotional state. maybe i’ll smack myself on the forehead to snap myself back into reality next time.

my meditation teacher says it’s impossible to feel grateful and unhappy at the same time. i don’t know if that’s true, but it sounds good. i should use that advantage more often. but the love/lust/men thoughts don’t first present as unhappiness. they present as good feelings. they can be kind of tricky, just like the alcohol.

i’m grateful for my sobriety. i’m grateful for my breath. i’m grateful for a healthy body. i’m grateful for the understanding and friendships i have found online. i’m grateful for honesty and openness. i’m grateful for the ability to see where my thinking has gone off track, and the ability to redirect it.

that’s a list i can think of next time i feel less than whole. it can be difficult to know that, in this moment, i am perfectly whole. i am ok just as i am. i don’t need to grab on to feelings and thoughts are aren’t grounded in reality.

vancouver in november July 30, 2009

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vancouver in november

serendipitous woman seeking thoughtful, mysterious, non-drinking stranger to share a knowing gaze, quiet laughter, and moments about town. murderers and/or rapists need not respond.

Poetic Interlude #3 July 29, 2009

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The comfort of beer, shots, and casual sex no longer exist in my reality. So I run to the fantasy of  lust, idealized love, to ease my discomfort. I’ll never pull myself up until I let it go. I need to find real strength in myself, but I always go to the fantasy first. The fantasy where everything will be ok. I thought I was letting it go, slowly, but it’s still very strong. How do I learn to let it go? Patience, again? *Sigh*

 

My heart has fallen, captivated, with the very idea of you.

The thought that you might exist in my reality

gives me hope, gives me strength, gives me courage

to be myself

and know I will always be good enough.

Mindfulness and Recovery July 28, 2009

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I notice a strong connection between mindfulness practice and living in recovery. I think a major part of my alcoholism is a reaction (however inappropriate) to a sick world. I’m constantly reminded that I’m not thin enough, that I’m not rich enough, that my teeth aren’t white enough — in general, just that I’m not good enough. And it’s all so somebody can sell me something — a movie, a style, a quick fix, a vacation, any product really. Is anything ever enough?

I drank to escape reality. Being mindful is just the opposite — it is being aware of reality. That’s what the recovery process is about. I keep saying that I’m not doing the 12 steps, but that’s bullshit. I just say that to keep the 12-step nazis out of my hair. I’m doing what I need to do — I’m working my program of recovery. I’ve incorporated mindfulness and meditation into my program. I love them. They give me that connection to myself that I lost a long time ago. My perception of myself had become so distorted that I wanted to drive my car into a lightpole. Now, I can live in this sick world and know that it doesn’t matter if I am thin enough or rich enough. I am not my body. I am not my thoughts. And I surely am not my possessions. By knowing that, I have been able to connect with who I am, and I am eternally grateful for that. I value myself, and that’s amazing. Below are seven attitudes of mindfulness that I try to incorporate into my daily life, especially when specifically working on my recovery.

From Full Catastrophe Living by Jon Kabat-Zinn, Ph.D.

“Seven attitudinal factors constitute the major pillars of mindfulness as we teach it in the stress clinic. They are non-judging, patience, a beginner’s mind, trust, non-striving, acceptance, and letting go. These attitudes are to be cultivated consciously when you practice. They are not independent of each other. Each one relies on and influences the degree to which you are able to cultivate the others. Working on any one will rappidly lead you to the others.”

The author goes on to describe each attitudinal factor in detail. I think they are factors that we should all keep in mind everyday, especially those of us who are in the process of recovery. They help keep us in the moment, in reality, with or without meditation.

  • Non-judging. “Mindfulness is cultivated by assuming the stance of an impartial witness to your own experience. To do this requires that you become aware of the constant stream of judging and reacting to inner and outer experiences that we are all normally caught up in, and to learn to step back from it. “

Most of us are too caught up in judging people and things, that we don’t really see them as they are. We see them through a veil of our own judgment. We label things as good, bad, or neutral, and react to them accordingly. Most things we label as neutral, we don’t pay much attention to, and we might not even remember them. But most of life is neutral, and we hold on to the storylines of the good and the bad.  A good portion of my time is spent around things I would label as neutral — work, driving, sitting around my apartment. But that is my life, and I should be grateful for each moment. Judging takes so much energy, and it seems like I am missing out on a lot that I judge as less than good.

  • Patience. “Patience is a form of wisdom. It demonstrates that we understand and accept the fact that sometimes things must unfold in their own time… To be patient is simply to be completely open to each moment, accepting it in its fullness, knowing that … things can only unfold in their own time.”

I can definitely be very impatient sometimes. I want my recovery to be fast-tracked. I’ve said before that I just want to sleep for a year and wake up “recovered.” Of course, I know that’s not possible. I know I have a lot of issues to work through. I think alcoholism was a symptom (or catalyst) of the alternate reality I had developed to cope with life. I understand  it takes a long time to get through all the defenses I’ve built up. I know some in AA don’t go beyond the surface much, because it’s recommended that they stay focused on sobriety. But I can’t do that. Everything is coming up, and I have to address it. If I ignore the issues, I give them power. That’s why I was attracted to meditation in the first place. It allows me to address issues as they come up, in their own time.

  • Beginner’s Mind. “The richness of the present-moment experience is the richness of life itself… An open, beginner’s  mind allows us to be receptive to new possibilities and prevents us from getting stuck in the rut of our own expertise, which often thinks it knows more than it does. No moment is the same as any other. Each is unique and contains unique possibilities. Beginner’s mind reminds us of this simple truth.”

This is something I have to remind myself of all the time. Sometimes I fill in the blanks with things I think I know so I will feel more comfortable. Usually I’m wrong, and I learn something from it. But that’s because I keep an  open mind. I used to twist the truth to fit into my expectations. I know a lot who still do that. But I am constantly amazed with my recovery when I just let the truth in. Every moment is new.

  • Trust. An “attitude of trusting yourself and your own basic wisdom and goodness is very important in all aspects of the meditation practice.”

I know I am a good person, and if I truly follow my instincts, I will be ok in life. I also take this with me to the 12-step process. I trust my own wisdom. I know there are some who will say that you can’t use the same thinking that was used in active addiction to heal from that addiction, but I’m not. I’m trusting my instincts. As a drunk, I did a lot of things that were against my own basic wisdom and goodness — things like sleeping with strange men and driving drunk. I’ve always known better. Now I care enough to respect myself.

  • Non-striving. “Almost everything we do we do for a purpose, to get something or somewhere. But in meditation this attutude can be a real obstacle… ultimately meditation is non-doing. It has no goal other than for you to be yourself. The irony is that you already are…. the best way to achieve your own goals is to back of from striving for results and instead to start focusing carefully on seeing and accepting things as they are, moment by moment.”

Just be open to whatever comes up. I think one of the reasons I like meditation and living in the moment is that everything is ok as it is. It doesn’t matter what I did yesterday, or what I think I need to do tomorrow. I’m just there. Of course I want to heal, to recover, but I take that out of meditation, and, as with most things, I get what I need.

  • Acceptance. “Acceptance means seeing things as they actually are in the present… Remember, now is the only time you have for anything. You have to accept yourself as you are before you can really change…Acceptance as we are speaking of it simply means that you have come around to a willingness to see things as they are.”

There is definitely a correlation between acceptance and the 12 steps. It underlies the whole program of recovery. In the first step, we must accept the current state of our lives and our relationship to alcohol. In the 4th – 6th steps, we must accept our flaws and let them go. Then we deal with them throughout the rest of the steps. It’s hard to admit the effects of our actions on others when we have built these elaborate stories and excuses to cover up the fact that we were just after the next drink, the next way out of reality.

  • Letting Go. “Letting go is a way of letting things be, of accepting things as they are. When we observe our own mind grasping and pushing away, we remind ourselves to let go of those impulses on purpose, just to see what will happen if we do. When we find ourselves judging our experience, we let go of those judging thoughts. We recognize them and we just don’t pursue them any further. We let them be, and in doing so we let them go. Similarly, when thoughts of the past or of the future come up, we let go of them. We just watch.”

This is something I recently learned how to do. When I started my recovery, I didn’t know how to let go. The obsession to drink gained control over me many times, and I drank. It didn’t matter that I really didn’t want to. I was trying to push the thoughts away, and that just gave them more power. Today, I let them go, and they have no power. In meditation, my mind is sometimes racing with crazy thoughts. My meditation teacher calls it the “monkey mind.” But, most of the time, I can focus on my breathing and let the thoughts go. Sometimes it’s really hard to do, other times it’s easier. In my recovery, I have to let go of my past, and any let go of the future I planned. I’m getting there. I can feel myself letting parts of it go. It just takes patience and time, and probably a little bit of all the attitudes listed above.

Another Exciting Friday July 24, 2009

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Here’s a recap of my exciting day off:

  • Ate some breakfast
  • watched morning television news show
  • wrote blog post
  • Got my transmission fluid changed
  • Looked for some shoes
  • Ate some lunch
  • took a nap
  • got a haircut (now I look normal again- ha)
  • Bought some shoes.
  • went to AA meeting
  • noticed somebody had hit my car at some point during the day, probably while I was getting a haircut. All I know is that they have a red car, because that is the color of the paint transfer on the dent in my fender. Nice.
  • walked around my apartment in new shoes.
  • Ate some dinner
  • looked up movies on fandango.com, but there was nothing I wanted to see
  • Went to get the mail — only junk mail.
  • Killed a black widow living on my AC unit.
  • decided I don’t like new shoes, and will return them.
  • put birkenstock  insoles in an old pair of shoes.
  • decided I’m utterly bored on another Friday night. sigh.
  • singing along while listening to music.

Enter the present moment. I’m listening to Aerosmith, UB40, Van Morrison, and guided meditations with headphones on while the TV is on. For some reason, the songs that are .m4a files (artists mentioned above) don’t keep their album or artist information when I transfer them to my phone, so I have to put them in a playlist, and I was lazy and just put them all in one, and it puts the songs in a weird order, so I have an odd mix of music to listen to while listening to that playlist.

I’m going to go to the gym, but I’m procrastinating because there is a thunderstorm approaching, and I don’t want to be outdoors when it arrives (logically, I should go ASAP, that way I would be more likely to return before they arrive, but whatever). Ok, I’m really procrastinating because I don’t want to go.

Earlier in the evening I had the urge to go out and do something, but I let go of the thought because it  usually only leads me in one direction. I don’t know what else there is to do in this town but drinking and gambling. Of course, I wish to do neither.

So now I’m sitting here wallowing in my boredom. That’s even more exciting. That’s the 2nd UB40 song in which I’ve noticed the word “loneliness.” Nice.

Perhaps I shall go to the gym now.

Thanks, Good Morning America. July 24, 2009

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Dear Good Morning America,

Thank you for doing a segment on cankles this morning. It’s just what I needed to hear. I hadn’t fully examined my ankles to determine their inadequacies in many years. Is there a measurement I can take to see how close I am to the ideal calf-to-ankle ratio?

Now all of America can look at their lower extremities and see something that is less than adequate. Oh, and thanks for not focusing on general health issues and natural ways for obese or overweight people to enter a more healthy weight range through an overall lifestyle change. Who needs to hear about that again?

Focusing on plastic surgery to solve the problem addresses a wider range of potential victims — this condition not only affects the obese, but will indiscrimintely target average  and underweight people as well. Thankfully, the solution does not discriminate either. All of those suffering from this grave inadequacy can pay a few thousand dollars, risk infection and other complications, and have foreign objects implanted in their calves to make their ankles seem more defined, therefore diminishing the cankle effect. While this method does not directly target the cankle itself, it does minimize the appearance of the cankle. A quick fix and an appearance closer to a more highly worshipped standard of beauty will show the world that my life has value.

Thank you, Good Morning America, for addressing the issues that are most important to Americans during these tough political and  economic times. Tuning into other news stations only brings me headlines of war, deficit spending, and stories of those who suffer around the world. Who needs to hear about that again? I’d much rather hear about what I can do to approach the current standard of beauty. Maybe it was just my cankles that have got me feeling down lately. And I didn’t even realize it! I mean, I go to Starbucks every day, so I’m contributing to society. I’m doing my part. It must’ve just been the cankles. I will be sure to tune in again tomorrow to hear about what really matters.

Respectfully,

Melinda

note to self July 21, 2009

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Every single time I think about how I didn’t get what I needed as a child, the tears start flowing. It makes me so angry.

I was just replying to a comment and I realized that my parents never told me about …. well, anything. There was never any wisdom shared, never anything to fall back on when it all went wrong. My feelings were discarded, I was told I was too sensitive, and told to suck it up. Sometimes I had the crap beaten out of me. Well, that didn’t work. Now what?

I don;t know why I wasn’t given what I needed, what any child would have needed, but I know my parents are good people. They obviously didn’t get what they needed as children, and never found a way out of it. But it makes me so angry. I don’t have kids because I chose not to. I want to have kids eventually, if I ever find myself emotionally healthy enough to do so. Hopefully someday. But when people choose to have kids, I think they have an obligation to work through their shit, so as not to pass it along too much to their kids. So why wasn’t I good enough? Why wasn’t I good enough for them to even try to work through their shit?

It hurts and it makes me angry. ‘Cause, fuck, I am good enough. I know it’s hard, and it hurts, to but they had an obligation to their kids.

I think my mother is the most judgmental person I know. During my teenage years, she had negative words to say about so many other mothers. But, you know what, those mothers have kids who are happy to visit on the holidays, who have families to share, and not screwed up alcoholic/addict kids who are blindly trying to find their way through life.

Remember that TV commercial where the kid is doing drugs and he says to his father “I learned it by watching you!” Well, not drugs or alcohol, but I learned how to stuff my emotions down and let them fester in anger.

I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do now that I recognize that a lot of my emotional pain did really come from my childhood. But it must be good to feel the pain, acknowledge it, and let it go. I think that’s all I can do with it. That, and to understand that it’s not my fault. There’s nothing I could have done differently had I had the chance.

sweet July 20, 2009

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I just booked my trip to Vancouver in November. There’s no turning back now, I already paid for it.

I called my Mom at work today and told her too. She got that tone in her voice (the one that’s like: ohhh, how nice….are you crazy?) but I didn’t react to it. Then I asked her to help me pick out a hotel, and she was more into it. She thinks something will happen to me — you know, a female traveling all alone in a big city. Hello? I’m from LA. I lived in Boston. I travelled all over CA for a year and a half at my last job. Someone told me Canadians are nice, anyways (haha). I think some of anxiety I carry around is her anxiety, if that makes any sense.

I;’ve noticed a change in my personality lately. I’m willing to do more things. I went to an AA meeting at a different location on Saturday. It was in a bad location, although closer to my apartment than my regular meeting location. But I don’t walk around in my neighborhood, at least not at night. After the meeting, I went to the grocery store. When I came out of the store, I noticed that a wheel cover is missing from my car. It was there before I went to the meeting. It’s on the passenger side, so I didn’t see it before. I was convinced that one of the thugs outside the tattoo shop next to the meeting location stole it. But why would they want a plastic wheel cover from a 2004 Toyota Corolla? Why? And why only 1? It bothered me for a long time, then I came to the rational conclusion that I don’t know if someone stole it or if it just fell off somewhere. I did re-trace my path, but didn’t find anything. But there was a huge thunderstorm, so it may have washed away.

Today, I called around town to find a replacement. I talked to the man at work that manages our fleet of vehicles, and he told me a shop to call. It’s only $35. The Toyota dealership says it would be $80 – $100. Last year, I would have just made a cute face, acted like I didn;t know what to do,  and had my ex take care of it. When I crashed my car into the median in Febraury, he took care of that too. I busted 2 wheels, so I couldn;t go anywhere.  But now I can take care of myself. I know it sounds stupid, but the little things in life give me anxiety, and I’ve always had someone else to take care of those things. I always imagine what could go wrong, and do get as much out of life because of it.

There’s a big-ass scorpion in my 2nd bedroom/office right now. That’s where I meditate. Not anymore. I sprayed him, but am waiting for him to fall off the ceiling so I can sweep him up and put him outside. I want someone else to take care of that too, but I have to do it myself. That will always freak me out.

I know it sounds stupid, but even me venturing out to a meditation class is something I would not have done a year ago. That’s why I’m going on vacation by myself. I can take care of everything, so I will. I don’t give myself enough credit sometimes.

So, here’s to my 7-night trip in November (not gonna post the dates just in case anyone is thinking about breaking into my apartment while I’m gone, or stalking me while I’m there — but if you would like to know, just email me, but not if you’re crazy).

**happy dance

**happy dance

**happy dance

joie de vivre July 19, 2009

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This whole thing with alcohol blows my mind when I really think about it. Or maybe it’s when I stop thinking about it.

It’s like everything I’ve done since I was about 19 years old has revolved around getting my next drink. I brought myself down so low that I didn’t even realize it. I chose the low road everytime, the easy way out. Even getting my Master’s degree was the easier choice — it’s easier to stay in school, living on scholarships and student loans, than to get a real job.

And my relationships with men have been so screwed up– I don’t know where that all came from. Well, I do, but I don’t know why I didn’t see it long ago. Every single relationship I have had has been the same kind of screwed up. And it’s not because I choose the assholes (I’ve heard a lot of that in the women’s meetings). I choose the guy who is nice, who is smart, but also very passive. I choose the guy that I am a step up from, that way I don’t have anywhere to go but down. Every guy I have been engaged to (and there have been a few, but not the one I spent 7 years with) has been overwhelmingly in love/lust with me, and I was just along for the ride. I dumped them when I got bored, which didn’t take very long. They were all pretty decent guys on paper, but they just lacked any motivation in life. I don’t know how I can find that guy in a crowd full of people . I think it’s because if they don’t care, then I don’t have to care either. They never held me accountable for my behavior, so I didn’t have to either. I was in control of the relationship and behaviors, and I led everything in the direction of more drinking. I never let them get to the real me, the non-alcoholic me. My ex was exactly the same guy too. My ex never smiled in any pictures he was in. Not even when I took him to a Red Sox game for his birthday. Not even sipping frozen drinks out of a pineapple in Hawaii. Not even in any of his childhood pictures. How is it that I find the same guy over and over again?

I was just using the men in my past to live my alcoholic lifestyle. I’ll never settle for that guy again. I have higher expectations for myself, higher standards. Why would I settle for a man that doesn’t? I need to see that joie de vivre in his eyes.

I wish I had the balls to declare myself celibate for a year or so, just to get it out of my mind. But I can’t do that. It’s too much. My mind writes love poems as I fall asleep. I know the fantasy is an attachment I’ll have to let go of eventually to live in reality, but I’m just not ready to give that up. Maybe I have to work through the pain of all my past relationships, to acknowledge my part in their dysfunction, in order to be able to let go of the fantasy of a new one.

It seems like every moment, I think about my recovery. Whether it’s something I’m reading, a concept I’m working through, or just what I’m going to eat for lunch. I have to put in the effort to take the high road, to make the better choices.

I gave up all carbonated beverages, all caffeinated beverages, and I only eat natural sugars (mostly). I even gave up fake sugars. I switched to soymilk, and I eat a lot of fruit. And I just make better food choices in general. I was only able to do this as I began to respect my body.

I use meditation to center myself, to quiet my mind. It really works. I think I’ll try yoga next, to integrate the body and the mind.

My recovery blows my mind sometimes. I get up at 6am everyday, go to work most days, go to meetings most days, write here most days. I read a lot. I study ways to better myself, to free my mind, and to enjoy life. I feel like I am a different person. It’s amazing. And all I had to do was completely change every aspect of my life. Of course, I still fall back into some of my old ways of thinking every now and then, but I recognize when I do that, try to figure out why, and change the thinking. Just trying to change the old habits.

It blows my mind that I can connect with people on a real level, that it’s even possible. It ’s like I was living on an alternate plane of existence, a sub-plane, and I just climbed back up to the where I should be. Where it’s possible to live a real life, to connect with real people in a real way. It blows my mind that alcohol kept me from seeing this for so long.