Knowledge

While chatting with a close friend this week, we were discussing a class I was taking. She said something off the cuff, along the lines of “Well, you are addicted to school”. I laughed and replied something such as “I’ve got an insatiable thirst for learning. School, can screw off”. This exchange really got me thinking though, about quests, especially for knowledge.

Successful business people, scientists, and expert musicians all have something in common- the drive and dedication to become masters of their field. Their approaches and motivation will surely differ, the focus and relentless pursuit of mastery are the same. The business person might go to college and obtain an MBA, or the scientist will pursue an advanced degree in their field of study. The musician may spend thousands and thousands of hours practicing, honing, and even receiving formal instruction for their craft. They each have their attention on doing their thing, and who knows what had to be sacrificed to attain their goal, whatever it may be. 

Not only is the motivation assuredly different between the above examples, but their WHY is almost assured to differ as well. The person in business could be motivated by money or status, recognition in their industry. The scientist could be searching for a specific cure or treatment, researching everything they can, to learn about a specific ailment or category of science. The musician may also be seeking recognition, but also perfection in their performances or some aspect of their particular instrument. 

Discovering something that you’re passionate about is often quite a chore for the average person. Pursuing the pinnacle of that passion, is largely unattainable for most folks. Sadly, the desire to earn a living and care for our families, often takes the front seat to our passions, which may or may not pay the bills. Turning a passion into an income is a double edged sword itself, since when you find your passion and then it becomes a job, it then becomes work. Generally, things that are “work” are rarely “fun”. How many stories have we heard about people monetizing their passions, only to burn out and burn it to the ground? I am a living example of that. My retail store and serving my community were my passion. I loved that work with every fiber of my being. However, I had no idea the level of stress that it placed on me (my own doing, absolutely), until it finally stopped. I used to wake up in the middle of the night in a full-on panic attack from the stress. It didn’t register how toxic it was, until the store closed. I am often nostalgic about that time and place in my life. However, there’s no way that we’d have survived the pandemic shutdowns, or the economic uncertainty that has followed these last several years. I’m truly grateful for the spot on my timeline, but I am also so grateful that it ended. 

So what have I been doing these last several years, besides living through the most unique and bizarre time of my lifetime? Questing. Outside of my survival mode, is the person who needs a quest to feel unstuck. My motivation comes from action and learning is the best way to move me to action. During the covid shutdowns, I purchased a class that I only watched a few lessons on, because I was distracted with my full time remote job, my family (including a preschool/kindergarten aged youngster, and one getting ready for and starting high school), and all the feelings of uncertainty, unrest, instability, and overall weariness from not only the pandemic, but the George Floyd uprising in my community, the PTSD from my previous relationship’s catastrophic end, the end of my business, moving across the country….you name it. Needless to say, I did not complete that course at that time. But I did complete it. Last month, I dedicated my time and energy to finishing the course and my certification. Before wrapping that up, I decided to sign up for another course, which I completed almost in the same week as the first one. I also started a third certification course this week, which is where the conversation with my friend came in. 

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Outlining these things isn’t to brag about my “accomplishments”. Far from it. Rather, it’s because I’ve rekindled a long forgotten passion of mine, one that I had for many years. Moving back to the city I grew up in, from my birthplace and home for more than two decades, has sparked a number of things in me that have allowed me to rekindle parts of my life that I’d all but forgotten about entirely. I feel, in some ways, like moving back here was a homecoming of sorts. In my youth, I couldn’t get away from here fast enough, back to the Southwestern United States. When I got there I realized that the Midwest wasn’t as awful as I thought. However, the climate change was welcome. I hate snow so very much. 

Moving back to the Midwest in 2019 though, as a person who never drove in this city (I was 15 when we moved away) and with a very limited view, I realize that I missed out on a lot of really interesting things. That’s not to say that I didn’t have an interesting life in my younger years, because I absolutely did. As a grown up, I’m able to revisit those experiences and places from my youth, and either experience them fully and appreciate them differently, or as has been the case, see the experience through fresh eyes with my child. She has been able to see and experience many of the things that I did, and things I wished I could have done in my childhood. It’s been quite fulfilling to wrap up these memories in a different way, or see them from the lens of adulthood. I truly believe that this has been part of the quest all along, coming home to MYSELF. Home, for me, isn’t a place. I’ve never lived anywhere long enough to feel a sense of home, outside of the city I live(d) in. But this knowledge and experience has fanned the spark of my passions anew. 

Those passions, my insatiable thirst for knowledge, and revisiting ancient memories, have really allowed me to develop a deeper sense of self and of who I am in this body. I haven’t changed really. As an aside, I think we are all forever changed by covid and it’s a collective trauma that will mark our species for generations. But it gave me and my family, amidst the horror and tragedy that unfolded, an opportunity to grow closer in many ways. It allowed me to think about what I want from this experience. I recognize that many people were not so privileged and my heart goes out to those who experienced profound loss and destruction to their lives. I carry that weight with me as not only a human on this earth, but as an empathic person who can feel the sorrows around me. My experience of learning and growing was not always the shared experience. I am still healing and working through the last 6 years of my life. I’m certain many of us, even before covid, had something that was unhealed. Coming home to myself has been instrumental in that. Learning and growing in my knowledge, experience, and certifications has bolstered the feelings of satisfaction, renewal, and connection I have within myself. My spiritual practices have deepened significantly, through learning and practice. I’ve connected more intently with my sangha, through learning and taking on greater responsibilities. My spiritual connection to my family has deepened as well. Both my husband and our kiddo have fully embraced the teachings and practices of our Buddhist tradition, whereas previous partners of mine, had no such desire. Sharing my spiritual life with those closest to me has been such a wonderful experience. 

I see all of the learning, growing, advancing, sharing, connecting, and all the other facets of finding (again) my passions and coming home to myself more fully, as the ultimate quest. My personal quest of fulfillment and authenticity, connection and creativity. I also think that my brand of neuro-spicy simply needs to KNOW EVERYTHING. That also helps in the questing department. I wish you all the luck on your personal quests, whatever they are. I truly hope they are fulfilling and create a sense of “home” within you.

Thanks for reading.

Exhaustion

To say that adulting is exhausting right now, would be the understatement of the century. Even being a kid is an endless string of activities, events, play dates, tests, and whatever. Many of us are chronically sleep deprived to start with, but what about the emotional and spiritual toll this modern world lays on us? How does chronic sleep deprivation factor into these elements, and how do we get out of the ruts in which we find ourselves? I can assure you, we are not going to “self care” our way through the feelings of dread, dissatisfaction, loneliness, anger, loss, shame, frustration… or much else. The whole idea that we can find salvation in a product, concept, or idea, has been the biggest of the big lies of human history. But really though, how do we find it? Asking for a friend.

There has to be a balance struck again, if ever there was one, in our daily lives. For instance, I get up VERY early every morning, so that I have time to collect my thoughts before the action of the day, especially weekdays. I have about 1-2 hours before the house starts to wake up. I’m able to read the news, make coffee, do some yoga or meditate, catch up on social media, and maybe even get some breakfast. I wake the kiddo up for school, and we are off to the races from there, until bedtime for us both. By 8:30pm, I’m soooo ready for bed. That’s just the regular schedule we have. It’s summer break now, so things are a little different. I still get up with the sun, and want to crawl into bed at the same time as always. I definitely like a routine. However, the last several days have been different. Perhaps it’s the humidity where we live, or that our school-year routine has been disrupted, but I can say I’ve been walking around like a zombie. I’ve been doing some learning courses in the early mornings, and the kiddo has been in summer mode, sleeping in typically. I’m way too high strung to sleep in or take naps. I’ve been an insomniac as long as I can remember. The balance to the crazy days are those moments of quiet in the morning; rarely is anyone up with me, save for the dog. I can attest that this week has been a challenge to find that balance, since the kiddo has also been fighting a summer cold, waking up early in the mornings, and struggling to get to sleep at night for the same reason. I’m grateful that I’ve been available to attend to the illness and a kiddo who needs me, but losing the balance time has been noticeable.

In contrast, it has taken me decades to get to this place of understanding rhythms. I’m a routine-oriented, Type-A, highly anxious human being, so “relaxing” isn’t something that comes naturally to me. My version of it is cleaning the kitchen or sitting here at my desk writing. I spend about an hour or so on the couch in the evenings with my family, generally unwinding from the day, but even then, I’m typically multitasking on my phone. It’s the main time that I get to see my husband, as he often works longs days away from home, while I work at home and chauffeur a small human to and from school.

But why? Why is it so hard for me to wind down? Probably the same reasons that you and many other people do. We are overstimulated, overworked, overtired, while simultaneously undervalued, and under-connected with. It’s a wild dichotomy and how we found ourselves here is a modern human invention. It didn’t have to be this way. I’m not someone who has nostalgia for the hunter-gatherer days, by any stretch. I enjoy not being a nomad (in some ways), having a permanent home, and being able to have that routine I speak so highly of. I like modern conveniences for stuff, too. However, at the same time, I loathe the idea of credit scores and preventable wars, billionaires and their race to the stars. I’m pretty much over most of it.

This leads me back to balance and exhaustion. It’s fucking exhausting living in the modern age. We are distracted, disconnected from everything that matters, and more diseased than ever. There has to be some sort of balance. We have to find the simplicity and joy of connection, focus, and love. If we come from a place of love and connection, all things are possible, in my opinion. Obviously, peace and love aren’t going to get the richest among us to pay more in taxes or end world hunger anytime soon. I’m not delusional. However, it’ll make our time on this rock suck marginally less, and give us the community of friends, family, and neighbors that we so desperately need. We will make connections with those around us, help us find support during the hard times, and have folks to celebrate with us during the times we need to throw a parade for our successes. It makes every single thing suck less, to not be an island. It’s the love and connections that will get us through.

One of my besties literally just called me, while she is on a weekend trip with longtime friends and family, to tell me about a win she just received. A 30 second phone call to say “Hey I got the great news in an email just now, and I had to share it with you”. I told her how amazing I thought it was, and told her congratulations. That was it. Love you, bye. End of call. This is the shit we need. People in our corner to fight and celebrate with us, so we can help each other carry the weight of the crazy world. This is how we strike the balance between overwhelming existential dread and a throwing fucking party. Also, as a brief aside, surround yourself with people who fill your cup up, recharge your batteries, and give a crap about you, as often as humanly possible. The alternative is miserable- 0/10- Do Not Recommend. Not only will we find better balances in our lives, but we will find the drain far less exhausting to endure. Life is short, fill as many moments as possible with love and compassion.

Thank you for reading

Right Actions- A Thought

As a Buddhist, we generally strive to follow the eight-fold noble path. Right Action is one of those folds. However, the word “right” in all of the eight folds is quite subjective and often difficult to really qualify.

For instance, fighting in a situation may very well be the right thing for a person to do in the moment, for fear of real danger. However, it may not be “legal”, which inherently isn’t “right” in the eyes of our judicial system. Besides the judgements, is that action still morally right? I’ve recognized that frequently, “moral” and “legal” are not aligned.

In the words of the great Stan Lee- every villain is the hero of their own story.

Fear and morality are parts of Right Action, in that, our morals and our fear reflexes very much shape our worlds as individuals, and our experiences in the world at large. It’s suffice to say, that absent these guides, people would also behave very differently, I believe.

For example: if we were not afraid of consequences, I feel there’d be many more instances of people making unhelpful or unwholesome choices in their lives. If many of us did not have clearly defined morals (whether spiritually based or not), we’d have a much more aggressive and violent world. That’s not to say “moral” people don’t do counterproductive and/or harmful things. Because they often do, largely from some semblance of moral superiority or self righteousness. I just think that we’d all be worse off, without morals and fear guiding the general populace.

I know that the question: who’s to say what’s “right”, is obviously unanswerable in general, but it does bear reflection. What is right for me isn’t going to be what’s right for someone else in all situations. The causes and conditions, as well as histories of each of us often make these choices very different for an individual. What’s greater still, is having to justify that choice to others.

I try to avoid calling things good or bad, as that comes from a place of judgement, and rarely am I qualified to lay down such a determination for people other than myself. I can certainly look back on my life and Cherry-pick the items I’ve decided from the future that are both good and bad. But even this type of reflection is not helpful. I’ve decided that something that IS helpful, at least for me is to look back on those situations as “I did the best I could with what I had”. I also view other people’s actions in this frame as often as possible, because it allows room for empathy, grace, and humility for myself and those around me. It makes me feel less beat up about my own choices, since life does that enough for me, without me beating myself up for bonehead decisions. I’ve made PLENTY of really dumb choices. However, I was doing what I thought was right (most of the time) in that moment, given the causes, conditions, and where I was on my journey.

Recently, I’ve been struggling with this whole concept of Right Action and also extending grace and empathy to others. Part of that is anger and another part is moral judgement. It’s really challenging to view someone as “doing the best they can” when they’re simply being assholes, because they can in a situation. I do genuinely believe that some people are mot operating from “their best”, but rather “control”, which is a hard place to land. It makes a hard pill harder to swallow. I want to believe that there is good in others and that they’re doing their best. Yet, they’re not showing their best selves and being hurtful, hateful, spiteful, and/or malicious on purpose, to inflict pain. This is not a world I want to live in. This isn’t a life I wish on anyone.

The problem is that I want to help, to the point of exhaustion. I want the world to be kind and gentle, just and equal. It simply isn’t. Part of this, I think is my own karmic lesson. Since I am a helper and a fixer, I get very much involved in things that I think I can be of service to. Then, I feel responsible and defeated when things aren’t as I feel they should be, or the outcome isn’t what my sense of justice desires. This is certainly something that I’ve been working on for many years and will likely continue to navigate. I have a distinct view of what is or is not justice, and when things fall outside those clearly defined spaces, I feel unbalanced and that the world is all wrong. For me, it is. I am a very grounded and definite person. The world doesn’t have to bend to me or my sense of morality, and frequently does the opposite. I’ve acknowledged this about myself, and hope someday to just let things go the way they will. Until then… I’m going to be trapped in this cage of righteousness and morality that I’ve constructed for myself. And that, my friends, is not only frustrating, but also the very definition of self-inflicted suffering. However, all I can do with certainty, is continue to operate from a place where I feel I’m doing the right thing, given the causes and conditions around me. It’s all any of us can do.

Until next time…

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