Saturday, April 5, 2014

Old Habits Die Hard: Written September 8, 2011


I knew a lovely, kind, brilliant, creative man named Erick. He dedicated his life to advocating for and helping educators. He mentored me in my work for the teachers union and was a dear friend. He was also an incredibly gifted sculptor. Erick was many things, and I admired him so much. He knew how to be competent and passionate about his work, and then leave his work behind at the end of the day and be present and passionate in his life. He and his lovely wife had an amazing home and tons of friends. I really loved Erick. He loved life and devoured it with all his senses. Erick wanted to have a good time even if it killed him, and it did. He smoked all day long and ate the same fattening meal at the Dog and Duck Pub every day. And at 62, he dropped dead of a heart attack. 
I truly don't know what caused his heart attack, but I'm guessing the burgers, smokes and beers on the weekend didn't help. And I can't help but be a little mad at him for not treating his body better. He robbed us all - especially his wife Raychelle - of many more years of his talents and joyful spirit. He had planned to retire this year. I'm wondering if he had it to do over again, would he make different choices? Would he pull a Bill Clinton and turn vegan? Sadly, he doesn't get to do it over - at least not in this lifetime. But we still get to make the good choices. We still get to decide to give ourselves and our loved ones the gift of a few more years on this planet to discover all the beautiful things we have yet to discover. (I know. We could die in a car accident or a flood, but let's control what we can. See my post on Fear.)
Ok, so we all know what we're *supposed* to do: eat healthy, exercise, meditate, avoid drugs and alcohol, minimize stress. It's so much easier to sit on the couch eating chips, drinking beer and watching TV, though! You know why? Habit. It's all just habit. My friends who love to ride their bikes, hike, jog, do yoga, teach P90X, etc.; they don't think it's easier to sit around. They prefer to move. They're in the habit of moving. I'm in the habit of practicing tai chi and/or meditation every day. I started these in my mid and late 30s. People who don't eat meat (I'm one of those too!), don't eat sweets (I'm NOT one of those!), cook their own meals from fresh ingredients every day (I'm trying to be one of those), etc.; most of them don't think about it. It's just habit. If you're not one of those people, you have to decide to CREATE the habit is the thing. And further, you have to REPLACE the bad habits with the good ones. It's too hard to say, "I'll just quit." You have to replace the smoking with something else. And often you need support from other people. That's what 12 step groups and Weight Watchers meetings are for: cheerleaders, motivators, people with ideas and experience. I would be a broken person if it weren't for my support network. And I'd probably be a thinner person if I'd start going to the darn Weight Watchers meetings! We do what can. As they say in recovery: Progress not perfection. But that's a topic for another post.
Want to change your habits? Did you know you can reprogram the chemistry in your brain in two weeks? In three months, you can measure life expectancy changes. And in three years, you get 90% of the benefit you will get from living healthy. I have all this on good authority - Dr. Oz - so it's gold, baby. This means that if you've been overweight all your life, it's not too late to change! You've been a smoker for 20 years. It's not too late to change! You know you shouldn't be drinking every day, but you do anyway. It's not too late to change! You're stressed out all the time, but it's just how you are. It's not too late to change! You wish you made time for your family and yourself, but it's just not the way your life is. It's not too late to change! Are you still alive? Then it's NOT TOO LATE TO CHANGE! That's the good news. YAY! The the not-so-good news . . . you need to decide to change. 

Dedicated to Erick . . .



Crazy: Written September 13, 2011

One of my top five favorite karaoke songs to sing (I love karaoke!) is "Crazy" by Patsy Cline. Beautiful song. If somehow you have existed on this planet without hearing it, it goes:

Crazy, I'm crazy for feeling so lonely.
I'm crazy, crazy for feeling so blue.
I knew you'd love me as long as you wanted
And then someday you'd leave me for somebody new.
Worry, why do I let myself worry?
Wond'ring what in the world did I do?
Crazy for thinking that my love could hold you
I'm crazy for trying and crazy for crying
And I'm crazy for loving you.
Crazy for thinking that my love could hold you
I'm crazy for trying and crazy for crying
And I'm crazy for loving you.
I love it because - aside from being awesome - it captures the true nature of love for co-dependents and love addicts. "If I just love you enough, I can make you love me back." "What? You love me? Sure you do now, but how long before you fall in love with someone else and leave me?" "Maybe if I hold on real tight and control who you meet and where you go and who you talk to, then you won't leave me." "I knew you'd leave me. I'm stupid for being sad about you, since you're a jerk. No. I'm the jerk. I did something wrong. I can do better. How do I get you back?" Crazy, crazy, crazy!
You think you're complimenting someone when you say you're "crazy about" them, but they really should be scared. This isn't normal thinking, kids. When someone says "my ex was crazy," they speak truth. But the person talking drove the car they went to Crazytown in. Did you ever see "Once More With Feeling" the "Buffy" musical? At one point Spike (vampire whose love for Buffy is unrequited) sings: "The torch I bear is scorching me. Buffy’s laughing I’ve no doubt. I hope she fries! I’m free if that bitch dies! I’d better help her out." Oh, Spike. Time to go see a vampire shrink. You are *crazy.*
Then there's the kinds of crazy codependents and love addicts flock to: addict crazy, emotionally unpredictable crazy, emotionally unavailable crazy, narcissistic crazy. Those are the heartbreakers. For those folks, I offer Alanis Morissette (lyrics by Meredith Brooks).
I'm a Bitch
I hate the world today. 
You're so good to me 
I know but I can't change 
Tried to tell you 
but you look at me like maybe I'm an angel underneath 
innocent and sweet. 
Yesterday I cried. 
You must have been relieved to see the softer side. 
I can understand how you'd be so confused. 
I don't envy you. 
I'm a little bit of everything 
all rolled into one. 
Chorus
I'm a bitch, I'm a lover 
I'm a child, I'm a mother 
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint 
I do not feel ashamed 
I'm your health, I'm your dream 
I'm nothing in between 
You know you wouldn't want it any other way. 
So take me as I am. 
This may mean you'll have to be a stronger man. 
Rest assured that when I start to make you nervous 
and I'm going to extremes, 
tomorrow I will change 
and today won't mean a thing. 
Chorus 
Just when you think you've got me figured out 
the season's already changing. 
I think it's cool you do what you do 
and don't try to save me. 
Chorus 
I'm a bitch, I'm a tease 
I'm a goddess on my knees 
when you hurt, when you suffer 
I'm your angel undercover 
I've been numbed, I'm revived 
can't say I'm not alive 
You know I wouldn't want it any other way. 
That's some crazy shit, and we all identify with it on some level. Admit it. You either see yourself a little in that person, or you're attracted to someone like that. If not, then congratulations. You're sane.
Another favorite song, which I enjoy belting out in the car especially, is Gnarls Barkley's "Crazy":
I remember when, I remember
I remember when I lost my mind.
There was something so pleasant about that place.
Even your emotions have an echo in so much space.
And when you're out there without care
Yeah, I was out of touch
But it wasn't because I didn't know enough
I just knew too much.
Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Possibly
And I hope that you are
Having the time of your life.
But think twice.
That's my only advice.
Come on now, who do you
Who do you, who do you, who do you think you are?
Ha ha ha, bless your soul
You really think you're in control?
Well, I think you're crazy.
I think you're crazy.
I think you're crazy.
Just like me.
It goes on, but you get the gist. I like this approach. Embrace the crazy. Accept that trying to control everything makes you crazy. Accept that departing from reality has its benefits.
I'm drawn to crazy. It can be fun, interesting, challenging, pleasant, and certainly exciting. Normal bores me. Does that make me crazy? Possibly. Well, if you've read this far, I think you're crazy - just like me.

Love Languages and Logic: Written September 12, 2011


As I mentioned in a status this morning, I keep hearing about all the things not to do as a parent. Don't reward with TV and electronics, sweets, money, or toys. Don't feed them junk food. Don't use TV as a babysitter. Don't overschedule them. Don't let the early years go by without teaching them everything (their brains are sponges!). Don't let them go anywhere alone, lest they be victimized. Don't let them get too much sun. Don't let them get too little sun. Don't let them sit on the couch all day. Don't yell at them. Don't beat them. AAAAACK!! By the time you haven't done all the other stuff, they're usually so whiny and bored that you really, REALLY want to yell at them or beat them. It's overwhelming. 
The Don'ts frustrate the heck out of me, but the Do's I can live with. There I feel less overwhelmed and more empowered. So I'd like to share a few I've picked up along the way.
DO:
  • Be consistent! Be consistent with your rules, your consequences, your rewards, and even your own behavior. This one is so difficult, but essential. If they don't know what's expected of them, and they believe the consequences and rewards can be negotiated easily, you've lost your leverage. And for sure they need to see you modeling the behavior.
  • Allow your child to suffer the natural consequences of his/her actions. The child forgets his homework, and he gets the 0 or the late grade. If mom runs it up to school, he learns that he doesn't have to worry. Mom will clean up his messes and solve his problems.
  • Use empathy. When your child suffers a consequence, say something like, "That's a real shame." Resist the (very strong for me) urge to say, "I told you that would happen. If you would have only listened to your mom . . . "
  • Let kids work out their own problems, so long as it's safe to do so. If your daughter is drowning or about to get run over, you need to intervene. But if she's struggling to button her jacket, let her struggle. She'll feel proud when she does it herself. Another hard one for a control freak like me. 
These gems are primarily from the Parenting with Love and Logic book and course. Plenty more where those came from! Check the program out. You will not regret it.
But my favorite Do in parenting comes from another awesome program/book: The Five Love Languages by Gary Chapman. Do love your kids . . . in their love languages. Chapman asserts that people give and receive love in different ways, depending on their personalities. Your "love language" may be 1) receiving (giving) gifts, 2) quality time, 3) physical touch, 4) acts of service, or 5) words of affirmation.
While we all like some of each of these, most of us have one or two that really make us feel loved and valued. Kids are no different. While I know that Sophia enjoys being hugged and told she's loved, she feels truly loved when she gets a gift - however small. While Katarina enjoys special Mommy or Daddy time or someone making a nice card for her, she NEEDS to be hugged and snuggled. The love languages approach, originally designed for partners, really works wonders with kids.
You'll be amazed at how far a kid - or anyone really - who feels genuinely loved and valued can go. I can't wait to find out myself!

For My Atheist Friends: September 11, 2011

Specifically, this is for my Atheist friends who blame religion for everything bad in the world. You know who you are. 
I get that some religious people use their beliefs to justify violence. So do some atheists. I get that some religious people hate gays. So do some atheists. I get that some religious people are hypocritical. So are some atheists.- Do you kind of see where I'm going with this? People are people. (So why should it be, you and I should get along so awfully? Sorry I couldn't help myself.) None of us is perfect. None of us thinks and believes exactly like anyone else. Why focus on this, I ask you? Why not try to improve the world around you, rather than waste so much energy attacking other people? 
Here are some names for you: Mother Teresa of Calcutta; Martin Luther King, Jr.; Gandhi; Anne Frank. When I think of the people who have made a positive impact on the world, these are some of the many names that come to mind. These people drew strength and inspiration from their belief in a Higher Power and from their religious community.
Churches offer food, clothing and money to poor people all over the world. Churches offer shelter and comfort to people hard on their luck. Churches provide counseling services and recovery programs. Church leaders tell people week after week to go and love one another and do good deeds. Church communities build houses for people in need and schools in third world countries. Church members bring meals to people when there is a death in the family or someone is in ill health.
These are GOOD THINGS. So why do you focus on the biggoted idiots who happen to call themselves Christians? Why focus on the people who leave church and don't take the good messages with them? Why focus on the frauds? Why focus on the extremists who kill others in the name of Islam or whatever they claim to believe in? Why get so worked up about people stating publicly that they love something, just because it's religious in nature? Why let the good deeds that so many people do be lost because of a small percentage of total assholes? I challenge you and the religious people and the spiritual people (as I consider myself to be) to ALL try and make the world a better place and to be kind to one another. 

Men Are From Porn; Women Are From Soap Operas: Written September 2, 2011

I wrote previously about some of my thoughts on marriage. I find one thing that often contributes to the erosion of marital bliss is the role of romance in the relationship, in that most men think there isn't one. I have a theory on why men and women perceive this issue so differently. And that's that men are from porn, and women are from soap operas. 

I am given to understand that a large majority of men have partaken - at some point in their lives - of a great deal of pornography. Porn movies - for the one person out there who doesn't know - consist entirely of people (sometimes several at a time) meeting and then quickly deciding to have sexual relations of some sort. If this process takes more than five minutes, angry viewers are demanding their $12.99 (!) back. Generally, the sex is between very well-endowed, but otherwise homely, men and very well-endowed, but otherwise gorgeous women in a very well-lit room. (Good news, kids! You don't have to waste 5 minutes and $12.99 anymore because you can get immediate porn for free on the interwebs!) Lesson: Women will have sex with you if you look at them. And it helps if you have a big penis.

Now we women (most of us anyway) have grown up with soap operas and romantic comedies - "chick flicks" if you will. When I was in high school, Bo Brady would fill a small section of a wooded park with Christmas lights and hire a violinist, a caterer and a waiter just for a chance at getting lucky with the ridiculously beautiful super-model Hope. John Cusack stood outside Diane's house with a Peter-Gabriel-playing-boom-box. Richard Gere courted his prostitute girlfriend with flowers, jewels, fancy clothes, and swank digs in Pretty Woman. They all had candles. Lesson: Men should work really hard to get sex. Women should give in for nothing less.

Do you see any problem with this? Any conflicting messages? No? This post isn't for you then. For the rest of us, though, we're spending our adult lives trying to figure out why the opposite sex isn't behaving according to our expectations in this area.

Man (not holding flowers): "Why are you not wanting sex the minute I walk in the door and look at you, woman? Is it because my penis isn't big?"

Woman (not wearing teddy): "Um, hello-o? Where are my candles, jewels, violinist and Christmas lights?"

Grrr. Grumble, grumble. Men want easy sex; women want romance. Never the twain shall meet, except that they do, and then they have to figure out how to make it work.

I guess now that I've presented the problem, I'm supposed to offer a solution so I'm not just whining, right? Ok, here's what I've got: We keep in mind (like we did in early "in love" stages of the relationship) what the other person wants and give it to them and ask them to give us what we want. Novel little thing called "communication." And hopefully, everyone gets what they want just enough to be happy.

Got a better idea? 'Cause I'm all ears.

Marriage and Divorce: Written September 1, 2011

Marriage is a touchy topic for a lot of people. We all want to be thought of as having a perfect, wonderful home life. But who can truly say they have the perfect marriage? Can you? If so, please tell us the secret. Doesn't count if you've been married less than a year, though. You may still just be blinded by the novelty of being in love. Those of us with 5 . . . 15 . . . 30 . . . years of marriage under our belt - we know, don't we? 


I just turned *40.* Many of my friends have recently, or are about to, turn 40. Something about turning 40 makes you reevaluate your life and wonder if you've been maximizing the potential of your life. Do I want the next 40 years (if I'm fortunate enough to have them) to look like the last 40? When it comes to marriage, you find yourself saying: Do I want to spend the next 40 years (insert qualifying remarks about if . . . ) with THIS person next to me? Maybe we're different people than we were when we fell in love. Do we even have anything in common anymore? Maybe we've come to take each other for granted. Maybe we're missing out on a really great thing with some other (named or unnamed) person out there by staying here. Maybe I deserve MORE. 

As I'm writing this, I find myself singing "Love's Recovery" by the Indigo Girls, so I'll share the lyrics, in case you don't have the entire thing committed to memory like I do.
"Love's Recovery" by the Indigo Girls
During the time of which I speak it was hard to turn the other cheek
To the blows of insecurity
Feeding the cancer of my intellect the blood of love soon neglected
Lay dying in the strength of its impurity
Meanwhile our friends we thought were so together
They've all gone and left each other in search of fairer weather
And we sit here in our storm and drink a toast
To the slim chance of love's recovery.
There I am in younger days, star gazing,
Painting picture perfect maps of how my life and love would be
Not counting the unmarked paths of misdirection
My compass, faith in love's perfection
I missed ten million miles of road I should have seen
Meanwhile our friends we thought were so together
Left each other one by one in search of fairer weather
And we sit here in our storm and drink a toast
To the slim chance of love's recovery.
Rain soaked and voice choked like silent screaming in a dream
I search for our absolute distinction
Not content to bow and bend
To the whims of culture that swoop like vultures
Eating us away, eating us away
Eating us away to our extinction
Oh how I wish I were a trinity, so if I lost a part of me
I'd still have two of the same to live
But nobody gets a lifetime rehearsal, as specks of dust we're universal
To let this love survive would be the greatest gift we could give
Tell all the friends who think they're so together
That these are ghosts and mirages, these thoughts of fairer weather
Though it's storming out I feel safe within the arms of love's discovery. 
This song embodies the survivalist attitude it takes to make marriage work in today's American society - a society that encourages us to "look out for number one," to not be trapped, to never "settle," to find someone who "makes" you happy. I want to take a moment to point out the irony here that I'm using a song written by someone who *can't legally marry* her partner in most states in this country to illustrate what it takes to make marriage work. And people think being gay is the big "threat to marriage." But I digress . . . 
When you're in that mindset of not being happy in a marriage and wanting a spouse to "make you happy," the thought that "these are ghosts and mirages, these thoughts of fairer weather" might be impossible to accept or even comprehend. You think, "Anything is better than this." I don't believe that's true, though - not unless you're in an abusive relationship. If you're in an abusive relationship, then yes. Get out. Otherwise, you can choose to abandon a sinking ship or to try and plug the leak, seal and repaint. Both are really hard to do, and the choice is not an obvious one.
I've been there. My spouse has been there. In 17 years of marriage and 22 years of relationship, we have ridden the roller coaster. We're still on it. I've thought about getting divorced. I've considered it very seriously several times - the latest of which was this March, two months before my fortieth birthday. But I have the great fortune of having TONS of resources and an enormous support network, as well as a wonderful, kind, patient husband who will willingly put in the hard work it takes to evolve our marriage to fit the needs of everyone in the family. I'll also give myself some credit for doing tons of work over the last few years on my own issues of codepency, love addiction, and a touch of adult ADD. The solutions for me come down to codependency recovery, meditation, reading The Five Love Languages by Gary Chapman, and getting involved in the Retrouvaille (www.helpourmarriage.com) marriage recovery program. These things have all changed my life into a joyful, love-filled, and serene existence. 
I'm eternally grateful for that and so glad to still be on the roIler coaster. Because the alternative is a much scarier one - it's jumping out a plane without checking your parachute. Who knows what's out there? Yes, it's exciting and dangerous, but I prefer (and my kids do too!) to feel safe within the arms of love's discovery.

Welcome to Connections!

I wrote a blog a couple of years ago, hosted on a site that is now gone. But I've decided to start up again here. Spring is the perfect time for new beginnings. I will post some of my old posts and then add something new every week. The theme of this blog is "connections" - between people and between all things in the universe. I probably won't get into quantum mechanics, because I would embarrass myself. But if I could I would, because they demonstrate that everything really is connected!