Category Archives: Balanced Living

Why I Hate Gratitude

Yes, I am probably the one person in the world who runs away from the gratitude bandwagon.

Gratitude is very in right now. 

In religion, being grateful is the foundation for everything else: gratitude for salvation, for life, for blessings, for suffering which could be worse. For the good things you enjoy unearned.

In spirituality, being grateful is supposed to raise your vibration, attract what you want to manifest, and make you a happier person.

I just can’t get away from it. Everywhere I turn, someone is admonishing me to be grateful.

This is why talk of gratitude makes me run: 

When I was growing up, “gratitude” was used to shut me up when it came to abuse.

I actually “had it good.” My stepfather was short with me because I “had a ride on the gravy train” while he didn’t get to see his own kids as often as he wanted. Things could “always be worse.” And then they’d paint a horrific picture of slave children in prisons (also known as kids whose parents didn’t love or discipline them and who sent them to–shudder–public school).

As a teenager, I was expected to take change of my own education and co-parent my five younger siblings. I was lucky to see people outside of my family once or twice a week (literally–we lived in the country and saw other people at church or grocery shopping).

I didn’t know anything about depression, abuse, or cults. I just knew that I wasn’t okay. I was told that my feelings were just irrational teenage hormones like everyone endures, and that I should keep a gratitude journal.

Yes. Isolated, depressed, brainwashed and taking on age-inappropriate responsibility, and the solution was “think of three things every day that you’re grateful for.”

Fuck that shit.

Someone once said that using the reward system with our clients (gold stars, ice cream outings) is the same concept as us getting paid for our jobs. Our paycheck, she said, is our reward. I most emphatically disagree with that. I’m not getting rewarded for a task; I’m being recompensed for expended energy. I shouldn’t have to be grateful that someone is paying me in exchange for the energy and value I’m bringing.

My promise to myself is that I will always allow myself to be honest with my feelings, whether they are positive or negative. What I have to offer is worth something. Fuck pretending. Fuck conjuring up positive emotions for shades of shitty experience. And fuck this idea that I deserve nothing and should be grateful to get anything.

Not focusing on “gratitude” doesn’t mean that I want to be Eeyore. I would love to be a sunny, positive person. So I’m trying out “appreciation.”

Appreciation is an acknowledgement of the thing or person, a thanking or recognition of their effort, contribution, or presence. Appreciation is on the same level, neither coming from a position of lower-ness and supplication or from arrogance. Appreciation says “we are the same, and just as I sometimes contribute to you, now you are contributing to me.” It acknowledges balance and cycles.

Gratitude is unbalanced. It says “I deserve nothing so whatever I get must be a treasure.” It says “regardless of what I actually need or how useful this is, I must accept what I am given with thanks.” It says “esteeming this situation is more important than my feelings.”

I am Done with gratitude. I deserve to be treated with respect. And good things deserve to be appreciated.

Anyone else have thoughts on gratitude?

On Being The One

A few months ago I was talking about my life with a friend and she said, “It’s because you are The One in your family. Every family has The One.”

To be The One means you can be relied on to do the responsible thing. You’re there to support the family when they need it. Even if they deny needing your help, deep down, the family knows they can turn to you when things get rough.

There are fewer supports and more needs in my family right now. My grandfather claims he’ll either die this year or last until 2025. He has no one left. I am his One.

Most of my siblings are adults and have created a support system which works for them. None of them are particularly interested in taking care of our younger brother who has Down Syndrome–with good reason. They don’t have the stability or resources. But the question everyone has been asking, now that mom is dead and dad has to be the emotional, practical, AND financial support of the family, is what is going to happen with J? What will his future look like? Will he live in a group home? Will he live with one of us? No one can answer that one in the affirmative. But everyone has assumed that a large part of that solution will involve me.

I love knowing that I can be of foundational help in my family. I felt deep satisfaction when the pastor approached me at mom’s memorial because I was the organizer. Being in my job, working with developmentally disabled adults, and knowing all that info will be used to make my brother’s life better someday is sometimes the one light.

But what happens when The One is only recognized when everything is in chaos? What happens when The One’s advice is routinely disregarded…until she is called in to fix the clusterfuck?

This is my dilemma. I don’t want to turn my back on my family’s needs. But I can’t be The One and be true to myself, either.

The Pursuit of Happiness

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

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Recently I was describing my spiritual journey to a friend. “I just feel so happy,” I said. And she replied that the point of life is not to be happy.

I pondered that for a while. I am still pondering it.

The point of life is, indeed, not to merely be happy. But “happy” is such a shallow word anyway.

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“Happy” is just one small component of one’s emotional and mental state.

I can feel happy, energized, proud, pleased, and satisfied after a workout.

I can feel happy, connected, pampered and nurtured while having chocolate with a friend.

I can feel balanced, calmed, happy, and peaceful after meditation.

I can feel anticipation, happiness, excitement, and comfort in finally sitting down to see a long-awaited movie.

Saying I feel “happy” is a shortcut which cuts a lot of the nuance out of things. It streamlines our communication.

(I hesitate to even bring the word “joy” into the conversation. Ask any person raised in conservative Christianity or the Quiverfull lifestyle and they will be able to rattle off that:

You can be joyful without being happy

and

“JOY” stands for “Jesus, Others, then You”

…and then, if they are me, they’ll go into a trigger-induced meltdown about how they believed that if they were still physically able, then they were obligated to sacrifice for others–to the point they were volunteering at church as a Special Needs Buddy while working not one but three caregiving jobs and feeling angry that the church was pushing volunteer work in the community because THEY JUST COULDN’T GIVE ANY MORE.

So let’s put the word “joy” in a pretty box and shelve it for a while, shall we?)

I have tried to sort through my emotions and feelings in this last year, as I have experienced so many swirling through me at the same time.

I bought a car and felt safe, proud, relieved, and virtuous (as it was worlds more efficient than my old car).

I went to the gym and felt aligned, healthy, clear-headed, drained of negative emotions, and invigorated.

I went to an alternative practitioner and felt guided, affirmed, light, peaceful, and content.

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During stressful weeks I felt tense, dense, rushed, grumpy, sad, angry, and like a failure. At the same time I usually felt like a warrior still standing as the battle subsided and the enemy pulled back to regroup. I felt like wresting triumph from the clutches of negativity.

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I don’t think that “happy”, the emotion you feel when you get a sugar rush on a Butterfinger, is worth chasing after. It fades. It’s entirely based on external agents. And really, it’s not the sort of happy you’re likely to remember for very long.

But “happy”, as a shortcut for everything else that is too complicated to explain in a short conversation, is the meaning of life.

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I’m happy. I feel aligned with the principles I hold and know that I am aligning with principles I want to uphold.

I’m happy. I have spent my time doing something worthwhile, whether anyone else knows it or not. I have contributed in some way to building a better world for myself. Creating art or engaging in philanthropy, it’s all the same.

I’m happy. I am not stewing in negative emotions. I am either removed from negativity or I choose to focus on positivity. I see reality but do not allow reality to affect me negatively.

I’m happy. I am investing in things which last: connections with others or ways to boost my ability to maintain those connections. Tea with friends and time alone both count.

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I am happy. I am at peace. I am content. I give and receive love. I follow my heart, using my mind as a compass.

I am happy. It is all, and it is enough.

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Curating the Experience

People like to complain about Facebook. Every couple of months, a story surfaces about the sordid underbelly of…algorithms. Or paying to reach fans. Or a story gone viral which was untrue.

I read an article about what happens when you Like something on Facebook, which laid out everything we’ve learned and experienced over our long partnership with this particular social media. Yes, you do certain things to make it work for you. No, it is not as simple as it looks (or perhaps as it should be).

But it got me thinking. The more we Like people’s pics and statuses, the more they show up. The more we Like articles from organizations, the more likely those will turn up in our feed. I know if I ignore my sister’s pics (because, say, I’m liking them on Instagram and have this thing about one Like per original media), I’m going to start seeing less of my sister’s news. I often Like things simply to encourage Facebook to continue showing those people in my feed.

Which is exactly how I want to live life offline, as well. The more I focus on what I like, what I want in my life, the more I will encourage it to show up. The more I ignore, say, characters from reality TV (by not watching the shows, not conversing with friends about them, not reading magazine articles, not using pop culture references of theirs), the less those characters show up in the feed of my life.

But if I decide to focus on, for instance, peacocks, the more peacocks I realize I see. It’s confirmation bias: you notice what you expect to see. (There may be some Law of Attraction in there, but I’m not that far along.)

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This guy is all mine! I made him for my office wall.

 

Try curating the feed of your life by Liking what you want to see more of and ignoring what you don’t. Be intentional. Facebook doesn’t read your mind: it notices your clicks; and life requires focus in order to change.

My time investment often goes to things that don’t matter because I want to save really important things for when I have the quality time to focus. But all that gets me is free time filled with the life equivalent of Buzzfeed articles.

I’m going to curate my life more intentionally, starting with reducing the negativity. Is it really going to help me to know what the ten most hated words of 2014 were? How about the unbelievably insensitive thing some ignorant media person said? Or the reason that our generation is horrible, lazy, apathetic, or devoid of empathy?

Do I really need to expend the effort to get mad or defend my side? No. There are millions of other people doing that for me.

I’m going to go Like some organic tea and focus on Edgar. Maybe do art. Practice learning a language.

All that energy not spent on being outraged has got to go somewhere.

 

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Goals for this Year

These are not New Year’s Resolutions. (I don’t believe in doing those.) These are goals for where I would like to be at this blog’s one-year mark, which is December 6th.

I’d like to be:

100% natural, organic and chemical-free with my cosmetics and skin care products.

90% organic with my food. (Sometimes you can’t tell, sometimes you don’t have other options, sometimes it’s just too damn expensive.)

70% chemical-free in the household cleaners, detergents, and dishware we use (since I am not the sole arbiter of the residence I cannot insist on 100% compliance).

30% organic, sustainable, vegan, and fair trade in my clothing and accessories. Since about everything I wear comes from Goodwill, this is a slower goal. I consider my choices right now to be more neutral: I’m not rewarding large companies for their practices, but I’m also not voting for honorable companies with my dollars, either.

I am a research fiend and love finding new things to learn and implement. I’d like to focus on just 3 this year and really dive into them. I’ll sort that out more fully once I put my quarterly plan together. (Suggestions welcome!)

I’ve started a board on Pinterest for areas of research; feel free to have a look. I’ll be happy to send you an invite if you want to add pins.

The First Week Is The Hardest

Who am I kidding? Not only is the first week the hardest, but so is the second, third, fourth…and the last.

This past week was hard in ways I can’t quite pin down. It was tough staying focused at work after all the holidays off (read: grand total of three). I never, ever, managed to stick to my plan of taking work two hours at a time to make sure I was getting enough hydration and nutrition.

I discovered that eschewing non-organic, bagged tea is going to be harder than I thought. It means my last option at Starbucks is no more. It’s too bad, because Starbucks is such a handy meeting spot. Also, I realized when I go to functions or to friends’ houses, I have to choose between accepting a chemical-laden token of friendship and camaraderie or being the person who declines in favor of her own, “superior”, stash. (Pro tip: this does not typically win people to your point of view…or to continuing friendship, either.)

(On the bright side, I fought off a cold with 10 cloves of garlic and lots of apple cider vinegar. I also made it back to the gym with my roomie. Our schedules have been quite off for a while so I’m celebrating the triumph of making a plan with her we both think we can stick to.)

I had spun out, my head filled with so many directions I NEEDED to go into, that I forgot my One Word was “Be” and not “Do”.

So I’m stepping back again, reminding myself that this year is about Being. I don’t need to strive for goals.

(With that in mind, I will be rolling out what I hope to accomplish this year at some point soon. Because as much as I’m trying to Be, I can’t help but Do as well. It’s too engrained in my nature.)

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The Tea Cupboard

I love tea.

I mean, I really love tea.

My sister and I started throwing tea parties when we were in our single-digits. I learned not to order tea from coffee shops before I was a teenager. There are a minimum of three tea bags in my purse at any one time. I own five teapots.

Tea is not just a beverage. It is a philosophy.

So comes a trying and scary point in my journey: the detoxing and way-changing of the tea cupboard.

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This is important. There are many reasons why: pesticides, “natural” flavors (which we all know are not naturally derived), GMO additions (WHY do we need GMO soy lethicin in TEA??), chemicals from bleached tea bags in the environment, chemicals from glued tea bags or plastic mesh bags leaching into our tea, landfill waste…

But because it’s tea, I’ve been ignoring all that. Because tea really does comfort and provide emotional support. It’s the drink that cheers.

But now it is time.

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These are the beautiful and wonderful teas which I am no longer traveling with. The loose-leaf ones from Tea and Trumpets especially make me sad because they don’t have any organic options so I can’t replace my faves. (And oh, were they spectacular.)

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These babies are the teas staying with me. I don’t actually have two canisters of Vita Flora: one holds Tailor Maid Farms’ Mellow instead. The loose bags on top are ones I grabbed for a tea party a while back; next time I go to the store I’ll check the bins to see if they’re both organic.

So this is another area in which I will be slowly rebuilding my collection. I have been blessed to have collected a number of tea strainers (some as gifts this year!), which are perfect at-home tools. I’m considering the reusable tea bag idea for when I’m out. I know I will have to keep a stash at work now that my conventional tea bags are a no go. That could be a bit of a messy adventure…

Time to Eat

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I read Isaac Asimov at an impressionable age. In one of his Foundation books, the heroes have a conversation with a woman from a society keenly in tune with the earth (and thus with themselves). I don’t remember the entire exchange, but the part which impacted me was when the woman stated that her body was telling her to eat shrimp and that she needed to gain or lose a few pounds for optimum health.

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Delish vegan Clam Chowder with sourdough and homemade vegan butter.

I have always loved the idea of eating what one’s body requires, when it requires it. No diets, no fads. Just intuitive nutrition. And I have been blessed with the kind of body which craves good, whole, unprocessed foods (for the most part). So for me, this philosophy works.

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Sugar-free Carrot Cake–with stevia!

When I went vegan two and a half years ago, I discovered I needed to eat more often. When I tried out a sugarless, glutenless version of veganism last January, I discovered I couldn’t function unless I ate every two hours during the day.

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Cauliflower, hot-wings-style. Amazing.

This bothers me, not because eating a lot is or isn’t healthy, but because society is set up to box mealtimes into specific points of the day, and because people are socially conditioned to both remain in mealtime boxes and to not eat in front of others outside of those times.

I contend that this is unhealthy. But I don’t know how to fix it.

In my line of work, a lot of what we do is modeling appropriate behaviour for our clients. This may include voice volume, social niceties, personal hygiene, and personal safety. Breaking social conventions by eating a snack while working with them, not to mention the modeling issue, would not be responsible for someone in my position.

Yet maintaining a schedule which is hard on my body and deprives me of regular nutrients is not a recipe for health and happiness. My job keeps me on the go, and I find that I’ll limit my hydration or forget to snack when I need it because I’m trying to fit everything else in.

This next year will be an interesting experiment in balance and self-care.

First action: to schedule my workdays in rough 2-hour blocks to allow for hydration, snacks, and movement.

Potential barriers: disorganization, forgetfulness, getting in the zone and not wanting to stop, pressure to push myself too far for the sake of my clients, or being too flexible and skipping it for the sake of something else.

Incentives: feeling better, having more energy, and less internal struggle.

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Roasted Three-Squash Soup