Judgment

I had a brief conversation today with my trauma counselor about the depression, and her impression is that the problem isn't so much the depression itself...rather, the problem is my self-judgments about the depression.

We typically end up defending ourselves against the judgments made about us by other people, but what do we do with the harmful judgments that we make about ourselves?

She also suggested that I make friends with the bear...rather than try to control the situation by expending all of that energy running around shutting all of the doors and windows...but, how do I make friends with the bear that holds the power to kill?

Chickens and Bears

I have never had a dreams with chickens, but I did last night. I am looking out through the sliding glass door, and I notice tiny black furry baby chicks that warm my heart. But as I watch them, a HUGE black bear walks past, very interested in the baby chicks. I am afraid that the bear will get into the house, so I run all over closing doors and windows. I don't know what happened to the baby chicks, but a few of the full grown mama chickens are attacking the bear to shoo it away!

There is nothing "chicken" about chickens!

This was the dream I had right before I woke up this morning, so I am still processing what it means. I find it most interesting that the chickens (panicky anxiety) were shooing the bear (depression) away when I was too afraid of the bear to do anything to protect the baby chicks. The bear wasn't afraid of anything, even if the chickens were successfully shooing it away. And, I was afraid of the bear, but not the chickens.

I'm afraid of the bear, but not the chickens...intetesting.

The panicky anxiety might make me run around like a chicken with my head cut off, but the depression has the power to kill me...or, so, it feels.

Interesting dream, with some unexpected twists...but what do I do with the huge bear that terrifies me to my core?

Born Again

I just had an epiphany while piping...feeling like a tiny infant (as a piper) when I want to be a full-grown adult. And, it suddenly dawned on me that it's like I am starting at the beginning of a new life, so I have to learn to crawl before walking before running...no matter what new thing I'm learning. I said to myself, I feel like I have been born again...and that's when the epiphany smacked me.

That's exactly what being "born again" as a Christian is all about, as well.

We may be a full grown adult when we find Jesus, but being born again as a Christian is really all about learning how to live one's life as a Christian...so everything is essentially relearned through an entirely new life paradigm. People don't start out as spiritually strong adults...they must learn how to develop into one. Being born again is like starting over...to become like a child again...but the starting point is wherever the person makes that choice to become born again.

Being born again means that we start over again...from whatever point we are at when we make the choice to do so...when some part of us sprouts open and begins to develop and yearn for growth.

I don't know why this feels like such a huge epiphany, but it feels like the deepest secret of the universe has finally been revealed to me.

How to Save a Life

I am learning that it is impossible to play the bagpipes while I am in this depressed place...it is physically impossible to blow hard enough to create the pressure needed to play the bagpipes. The practice chanter is a different story, but I am learning a lot about just how much energy depression actually steals from my life.

Depression is like trying to blow bagpipes with a bag full of holes.

Anyone who has ever battled with depression will understand exactly what I mean. Well, any bagpiping depressed person, that is...lol. Holy crap, it just sucks the energy from my body, mind, and spirit!

And, I give up.

That's not a statement of resignation...it's a very tangible awareness of what I do when I'm depressed...I give up. I don't fight. I try to blow the bagpipes...can't...so, I just stop trying, and put them down. I don't get angry. I don't even get frustrated. I just give up...because it hurts to push hard enough to create the pressure needed to blow these pipes.

I had no idea how much I give up, when the depression overtakes my life.

It's why I don't walk...or exercise...or hike (when I'm depressed). It takes so much effort, I just give up. I stop trying. I put my life down and succomb to the weight of the depression, because it hurts to push through it.

I absolutely understand why people take their lives when they're depressed...happy people just don't commit suicide. And, I am not suicidal...but, I'm not fighting hard enough for my life, either...I'm giving up way too easily.

I fight for everyone else, but I don't fight for myself.

OK...so, what do I do with this awareness? How do I deal with depression without giving up? How do I fight when I'm exhausted? How to I push through when I feel like I have no strength?

I don't have answers to these questions (yet), but I think these bagpipes just may be saving my life...

The Reason

A friend called this morning to make sure that I'm ok...I am...and, I'm not. But, something wonderful emerged from the conversation, and that is the awareness that no matter how uncomfortable and painful my life is right now, I am exactly where I need to be, and everything happens for a reason.

Everything happens for a reason.

I do believe that everything happens for a reason. But, I also believe that there isn't just one single reason for why things happen, either. There are cause-and-effect reasons...spiritual purpose reasons...and also reasons that we assign to situations and circumstances to help us make sense of difficult things.

Everything happens for many reasons.

Like how anxiety happens in my life because my brain gets easily stressed and overwhelmed...but, it also happens because the frenetic movement of the anxiety helps to keep the dark depression from overtaking me and my life completely. Which means that as I remove the stressors that cause and create anxiety, I am also removing and mitigating the anxiety that serves to mask the depression. Which means, there is a very good reason why I am feeling so depressed, and that I have two choices: (1) I can choose to do things that will generate enough anxiety to mask the depression; or, (2) I can keep my ass put, and deal with the depression directly.

Either way, the choice is mine.

I'm not saying that I have been intentionally creating an anxious life to avoid dealing with the depression; however, on the other side of the intentional choices that I've been making to remove the stressors that create the anxiety, I can finally see how the anxiety in my life has been masking the depression (which has bubbled right up to the surface)...which introduces an entirely new set of choices into the equation.

Right now, I have this incredible gift of time...time without needing to work or take classes for employment seeking certifications...time to save up travel money for my trip to Nova Scotia...time to spend with my 80 year old dad...and time (it seems) to keep my ass put long enough to confront this depression head on....or, at least a layer (or two) before I head East in the Spring.

There is a philosophical belief that we always live in the best of all possible worlds (which has never been a very comforting thought for me), but I think this applies very well to where I am, moving along the best of all possible life paths (at least, for now). And, there is no reason why I can't pack up the car and begin the trek to Nova Scotia today...except that to do so will create the life movement that will once again mask the depression that clearly needs to be addressed.

So, my way is just that...my way. And, I don't want to simply medicate the depression away (which is pretty much all that standard treatment options have to offer), but I do want to understand the reason why it happens in my life. Or, to more accurately clarify, that I want to understand more than just the cause-and-effect reason why the depression happens in my life...and that will take some time...which is a fortunate blessing that I have plenty of time, right now.

I don't think this next part of my journey is going to be fun or easy,
but I do think it will be worth every bit of pain and struggle...because I truly believe that the depression is just another mask waiting to be removed...

Bubble Boy

I get that people (in general) don't understand me or my lifestyle of avoidance and isolation. To look at me, there's nothing "wrong" with the picture that they see. I'm smart, articulate, funny...but these are not the only relevant facts. Psychologically, I'm a lot like "bubble boy," only there's no plastic bubble around me to trigger the awareness of difference.

There is a reason why "avoidance and isolation" is the hallmark symptom of PTSD.

Bubble Boy's immune system is impaired...but in all other ways, is perfectly normal...just like me. Except, in my case it's my brain's danger-alert system that's impaired, so my brain interprets everything through a series of faulty filters that identify anything out of the ordinary as a threat, which then triggers the fight/flight/freeze response in varying degrees...a process that is exhausting on every level possible. Bubble Boy's impaired immune system is protected by the plastic bubble, whereas my impaired danger-alert system is protected by a lifestyle of avoidance and isolation...an invisible bubble that serves the exact same propose as Bubble Boy's bubble...only, it's invisible, and very few people understand it...which only increases the social isolation.

My hyper-reactive brain is a real pain in the ass, making even the simplest acts of daily living exhausting and overwhelming. My brain hurts, all of the time, making any interaction with the "outside" world stressful and painful in a way that breaks my heart, because living on the inside of this protective bubble is neither fun nor socially functional. And, living a life feeling constantly afraid (for no logical reason) to do the things that I very much want to do makes this life unbearable and increasingly pointless.

I no longer know what to do...

A person I once knew told me that her mom's philosophy of life is that we all live for as long as we can stand it. I think this woman understood the deepest truth of the nature of living a painful life...and the simple fact that we all have limits to how much pain (psychological or physical) that one can bear. 

As for me, I am running out of options that provide any degree of hope that my brain will one day be able to heal enough so that it doesn't need this lifestyle of avoidance and isolation to protect itself...yet, accepting the truth of "what is" feels psychologically heinous and impossibly unfair.

High School...All Day Long

I am thinking back to high school, recalling how clique-centered it was, remembering what it was like for the kids who were just so different they didn't seem to fit in to any clique. We tell these kids that if they can just mKe it through high school, they will go out into the world and find their tribe....that life does get better on the other side of high school.

But what if it doesn't?

Today is not a good day...actually, it hasn't been a good week. And I realized this morning that life where I am now feels a lot like being one of those kids in high school who just doesn't seem to fit in anywhere...only there's no "life after" to give me hope that life will one day improve.

I feel like I am still in high school, and I am that weird loner kid who no body wants to talk to or be around...but there's no graduation day to liberate me from the living hell of what has become my life.

Like I said, it hasn't been a good week.

This is it...this IS my life...and it's unbearable as it is. I'm not feeling sorry for my self, my brain hurts all of the time...my life hurts every day...and the lifestyle of avoidance and isolation that becomes the hallmark symptom of PTSD doesn't really help to make a difference, so I no longer know what to do...

I am stuck in high school...all day long...and I don't know how to make peace with the flaws and weaknesses of a brain gone awry...

Am I There, Yet?

I don't know why some life lessons need to be learned over and over, but it is what it is. Tonight I am reminded (again) that I am trying to "force" myself to be somewhere I am not...and I don't mean geographically...I am talking about my piping.

What I have finally realized is that I am trying to be a band piper, when I haven't even mastered being a solo piper...which leaves me feeling chronically frustrated and disappointed with my piping ability... because i can't play fast enough to play with other pipers...when I should just be relaxing and enjoying all of the solo piping journey.

How do I learn how to live in the moment?

Such an important lesson...yet the simplicity of its truth continues to elude me.

Pros & Cons

There is something wonderful that happens when we talk about what's gnawing at us beneath the surface (and, no, I'm not talking about fleas or gnats or bedbugs...lol). I'm talking about that vague feeling that something's off kilter in our psyche, but it's not yet clear what that something is. And the simple act of talking can bring that vague invisible feeling right up to the surface to look at in the full light of day.

A conversation with a friend last night has caused some deep retrospection about pieces of my life that are incongruent with one another. My friend suggested that I make a list of "pros and cons," but this tool is really most valuable when there is a clear and specific issue at hand...and that is not the case with my situation, as there are many different issues that weave through each other. So, instead of "Pro v. Con," I made a list that compares "The life that I have" versus "The life that I want."

Two important insights emerged. The life that I have is (for the most part) already the life that I want, so I have already made the major life changes. The biggest glitch in the plan, however, is this pervasive fear of "what if something happens and I can't get help?" But there is also another important insight that emerged.

My current life plan isn't a viable plan...and the plan needs to be changed.

But one part of the plan that isn't going to change any time soon is the central piece around which everything else in my life is ordered. We all have it...the single most important part of our life around which every other decision is made. For many, this is family. For others, it's work. For some, it's their personal passion. For me, it's been about doing what I want with my free and unencumbered life...but this focus is changing to what best supports my brain's healing.

For nearly 30 years I have been forcing my brain to deal with every other decision that I made, regardless of how much the stress of these decisions was hurting and harming my PTSD brain. I didn't know that I had PTSD...I was told by well-intended doctors that I had an anxiety disorder, and needed to learn how to relax and think positive thoughts. But, the changes that I've made since my brain's struggle has been correctly diagnosed have absolutely helped my brain to heal...especially the decisions that I've made this past six months. So, maybe every single piece of my life isn't exactly where or what I might like it to be, the progress I've made is well worth the crap I have let go of along the way...which includes plans that no longer work.

What I'm doing right now is working to support my brain's healing. And I'm not going to force my brain to process a bunch of arbitrary stress just because it's "the plan." Not any more, because in the exact same way that a diabetic needs to change an entire lifetime's habits in lifestyle once the diagnosis of diabetes is made, so, too, does the person whose brain is correctly diagnosed with PTSD.

Stress is to PTSD, as glucose is to diabetes.

I can look at the diabetic in my life and be angry with him for eating brownies for breakfast or defiantly guzzling a HUGE glass of orange juice...but I am doing the same thing every single time I make a decision that forces my brain to process more stress and anxiety than it can handle. Stress & anxiety for my PTSD brain is exactly like sugars for the diabetic. Wow...powerful truth.

Well, I have a lot of work ahead of me, but right now that work entails a revisioning of "The Plan." And, accepting the reality of what my brain can and can't process right now is the central core factor around which the plan will ned to be developed. The hope is that my brain will heal well enough to be able to process stress more efficirntly, because life IS stressful...lol...even under the best of circumstances. But forcing my brain to process what it's just not able to process is no different than the diabetic who eats whatever he wants, then forces his body to process the overload of sugars with more and more insulin.

I refuse to use psychological Iinsulin to force my brain to process the stress created by lifestyle choices that I make.

So, I have a choice...I can order my life plan around doing what I want, no matter how stressed my brain might get....OR, I can order my life plan around what will best support my brain's health and healing, even if that means putting some things on hold that I want to do.

Reality can be a real pain in the ass sometimes...lol...and PTSD is definitely a reality that bites pretty hard, indeed. But this truth finally clarifies the Pro v. Con list that I need to make...the pros and cons of a life plan that best supports my brain's healing.

Yup...that's the list, indeed!

Free Will

I have had several experiences recently to observe "free will" in motion, and I have come to believe that how Free Will has been defined no longer fits with what I have observed. Free Will is generally accepted to mean our God given right to make choices for ourselves, but I don't think that is what Free Will means, at all...or was ever intended to mean.

The ability to make choices for ourselves is called Self Will...and has nothing whatsoever to do with Free Will.

The person who refused medical treatment after passing out from heat exhaustion (possibly heat stroke) was exercising Self Will. And, even more profoundly, the diabetic who uses insulin in such a way that he continues to eat whatever and anything he wants because he doesn't want to give up the foods that brought on the diabetes in the first place is also exercising Self Will.

Both of these men were making choices for themselves, but the choices were contrary to anything positive or life supporting. I don't know the first man well enough to understand the deeper motivation, although I do know that he is stubborn to a fault (which seems like an addiction to one's pride or self image). But I do know that the second man is emotionally addicted to the foods that are going to pug him into a diabetic coma (and eventually kill him).

How can any choice that is made to satisfy self-pride or to feed an addiction be considered free will?

It seems to me that choices made to feed any form of addiction is a will that is actually in bondage, a slave to the addiction...and there is nothing free about a will that makes choices out of fear or that support a slave master's agenda.

Self Will is making decisions based on what we want because the self image or addiction coerces us to make that choice. Free Will is a will that is free...and that has nothing at all to do with the convoluted way this concept has been contorted.

I think that a will that is free is a will that is aligned with God's Will. I used to feel confined by this notion, but now I understand that God's Will for me is nothing more than the life purpose encoded in my DNA, and woven through my spirit...so why would I want to make any other choice than what will support this amazing gift of life that I have been blessed to receive?

Freedom is the quintessential struggle of human civilizations throughout the entirety of human history....freedom of mind...freedom of spirit...and, yes, even freedom of choice. But just because we may have the freedom to make a choice, does that, then, mean that any and all choices are equally valid and OK to make?

Each of us must answer this question for ourselves, of course...but I no longer want my will to be a slave (particularly to my fear of what other people think and say about me behind my back). I want a free will, a will that is free to make the best choices possible to suppprt my spirit's purpose on this earth...to align as completely as possible with God's will for me.

I do not think this will be an easy path to walk...but I am going to walk it anyway...

Snopes

I am generally careful about information that I share, but I reshared something a few weeks back that prompted a (very grateful) "Snopes.com" alert message from a friend. I am ready to adopt a "no share policy with anything I find in Facebool...lol...but an even deeper problem has evolved, because in this ever-evolving technological world,  I don't know if credible information sources exist, at all...but, even more problematic thsn this is, how did Snopes.com become the "go-to" place for the fact-checking truth?

I did some snooping on Snopes, and what I found (if I can trust the source that dropped the low-down snoops on Snopes) is that it was started by a husband and wife who donned the Fact-Checking super cape all on their own. But what I found most interesting is that this husband used to be a great big online spoofer himself...lol...yet, now he and his wife are the go-to source for all truth and Facebook facts?

Snopes isn't the only place for facts to be checked, as my conservative friends who believe Snopes to be left-wing biased have educated me on the real fact-checking source of truth. I can never remember the name of these other sites, so I guess that makes me a left-winging truth seeker...lol.

After researching Snopes.com, I honestly don't care how many awards they've won for their myth busting sleuth and truth work...it's a problem for me that our culture has turned this online spoofing husband and his wife into the end-all and be-all of fact-checking gurus!

Which leads me back to the fundamental problem of not knowing how to trust the information that invisibly  bombards my mind every single day....both inside and outside of Facebook!

I don't have any good solutions at this point, just the awareness of how fragile the credibility of truth and information is these days.

Inspiration

I think for most people, when we think of the word "inspiration," warm and fuzzy images and feelings come to mind...the "positive" sources of inspiration. But I have just had an epiphany about inspiration, one that helps me to see that any experience (positive or negative) can serve as a source of inspiration.

Yes, even negative life experiences can inspire.

This may seem like a no-brainer stating of the obvious, but (for me) it changes everything. Because when I get the wind kicked out of me (metaphorically speaking), I tend to gasp for air for a very long, long time...when I should actually be looking for how to breathe again...meaning, how to be inspired.

Looking for the inspiration from experiences that kick the wind out of me transforms the emotional experience immediately.

As I look back over the course of my life through this new lens, it is like looking at a completely different terrain. I can see clearly how choices that I made were inspired by both positive and negative experiences. I don't feel grateful at all for the difficult journey, but I think that's what's so enlivening about this epiphany. I don't ever need to feel grateful for a given experience...but I can acknowledge that it absolutely inspired me to make certain choices about me and my life.

Why is it that I have been invisibly taught that inspiration arises only from the warm and fuzzy experiences in life?

The most recent emergence of inspiration involves the non-profit piping society I created last year. The creation of which (in and of itself) was inspired by the personally devastating collapse of the pipe band that I had first began to learn how to play the bagpipes. But my decision to move forward with the piping society (rather than dissolving) by adding the promotion of awareness of how bagpiping can be used as music therapy for Veterans eith PTSD is directly inspired by several "negative" experiences I've had this past year. Had I not experienced them, I would not ever have been inspired to change the direction of the piping society's mission. And, I never have to feel grateful for the painful life experiences, either!

Inspiration versus Gratitude.

The new wave of Positive Psychology is centered and focused on gratitude. A daily gratitude journal is part of the program as a way of training the brain to look for gratitude. The problem (for me) is that I am never going to feel grateful for something crappy happening to me, ever. So tying to "force" my brain to find the crumbs of gratitude along the path of doom and destruction quite honestly feels obnoxious and abusive to my spirit.

The bottom line truth is that I DON'T feel grateful when bad things happen...and i'm not ever going to...but these bad things can still inspire me to make adjustments and corrections to my life direction.

This epiphany occurred when I found a Facebook meme about how if a person is in my life, that's because they inspire me in some way. And my very first internal response was, "Well, then I need to clean house, because there's a whole lot of people who don't inspire me, at all!" And, that's when the epiphany transformed the way that I think (and feel) about inspiration.

I can be inspired by an experience, even when I am in great personal pain! Inspiration is nothing more than breathing...breathing through the pain...breathing through the hard truth and acceptance of what is...and breathing in new possibilities while exhaling the toxic byproducts of what is no longer useful for the body, mind, and spirit.

Inspiration is the way we stay alive.

So now I am looking for the inspiration in all of my experiences (especially the ones that feel hurtful and difficult), and I am already starting to breathe life back into my journey...without feeling bad or guilty about my inability to feel gratitude for the crappy things that people do to one another. 

And I don't know why, but this new way of thinking about inspiration has allowed me to begin to feel more joy about what I am doing in my life, even when I am certain that the people around me will remain publicly critical and undermining my efforts behind the scenes...I no longer care about what they do...because all of their crappy negativity is what is inspiring me to personal greatness...lol.

I am not ever going to feel grateful for the crappy things that happen...but I do feel grateful that I can still be inspired by even the most challenging of life's lessons imposed upon my journey...so, breathe on...beeathe on, Iindeed!

Public vs. Private Space

My recent focus of attention on the way Facebook uses NON-Facebook-related personal information to sell advertising (i.e., make money off of my personal information about me and my friends) has caused a lot of internal conversation. But, this morning I was able to see a clear distinction between what fundamentally constitutes public versus private.

The bottom line is this: the only absolutely personal information is that which I store within my own mind...the memory that is stored and the thoughts that I think about them. That's it. This is the only 100% guaranteed personal information. Period.

As soon as I have shared this personal information in any form whatsoever external to my mind's thought form, I have moved the personal into a world with public access. I have been running on the faulty assumption that shared information can remain fundamentally personal. It doesn't...because the only information that remains fundamentally personal is that which never leaves the boundaries of my internal thoughts and memories. 

And, the parallel truth to this is the fact that once I have made a choice to release my personal information into the external (i.e., the world of public access), all information is up for negotiation of one form or another.

Shared personal information is tricky business, indeed!

If I write my personal thoughts in a journal, it is personal information, but it is held within a public form that needs to be respected as personal by every other person in the world in order to remain personal. But this does not always happen...diaries are all too often read by people who were never given permission to read them.

The same is true with "private" conversations. I can have what I consider to be an exclusive conversation (or experience) between me and another person, but I have still made this information or experience accessible by the public world, so I must "trust" other people to respect my boundaries of privacy...which is precisely the problem.

Shared information or experiences create multiple guardians of the boundary around the information/experience...and everyone must agree to the same rules of protection in order for information (or  experience) can remain personal.

I am never going to agree with the rules by which social media plays...and they are clearly not playing by my rules.

I no longer believe that information released into the world of public access can be protected as personal....because I live in a world where the boundaries of privacy have exploded to a point that the only safeguards that exist to protect my personal privacy is to NEVER let it leave the terrain of internally stored thoughts and memories. Period.

As nauseating as this fact is, every single word I speak and write becomes publically shared information into the world of public access. Well, fine. Knowing this fact empowers me to make choices more wisely. BUT...this fact does not mean (or can not be reasonably extrapolated to mean) that this "publically shared" information becomes part of the Public Domain!

Social media has taken the liberty of redefing personal information stored in a publically accessible form as public domain...free to be used in whatever way they can make the most money!

Just because I have shared internally private thoughts into the world of public access does not mean that it does not remain personal!

My diary retains its personal rights...my created art retains its personal rights...and, certainly, anything that I store onto my personal storage devices (thumb drives, personal computers/tablets, and smart phones) should also retain its personal rights....yet, social media has completely erased all boundaries around this personal information!

Cogito ergo sum.

I am thinking back to my intro philosophy course, and Descartes' powerful insight...cogito ergo sum...I think, therefore, I am. For René Descates, this truth meant that a person can prove their existence by and through the awareness of their thoughts...powerful stuff, indeed.

But he may have been more right than he ever could have possibly known, because this morning's clarification of the definitive fundamental boundary between public and personal remains one's ability think internally, privately, in solitude and exclusion of every other human being on earth...because this is the only realm where one truly exists in unnegotiated wholeness.

I think, therefore I am whole and completely in control of my personal information and experience.

I don't know what that would look like in Latin...lol...but I do know what it feels like within my being. And I, for one, will become a much better guardian of my own personal information.

Solo vs. Social

I am beginning to see a pattern emerge in my life. It's not a huge epiphany, by any means, but I am surprised by how prevalent it is. The pattern has to do with my anxiety levels when I am by myself, versus when I am with others.

When I am feeling relatively "safe and secure," I prefer to be and do things just with myself...and I tend to feel irritable and "stressed" to be around other people. This is my strongly solitude oriented introvert nature, and this has always been my preference.There have been some wonderdully rare exceptions to this natural tendency, like when I was part of "The Herd" at the Grand Canyon. But, I am an introvert by nature...always have been.

However...the greater the real or perceived threat (or risk of threat) that my brain experiences, the more stressed and anxious I feel when I am alone...and the mere presence of another person (whether I know them, or not) can usually calm down the anxiety to a more manageable level.

When I am anxious, I tend to seek the presence of another person...and, usually in a very panicked frame of mind.

However, as a piper, this paradox is playing out in all kinds of new ways. With piping, I have found great enjoyment to be and play with other pipers, which is just so contrary to my introverted nature. But, I still feel irritable and stressed to be around people, so I have to work out the dissonance that my brain is experiencing.

The other interesting stressor is the invisible (self-imposed) pressure that I feel to play well enough and fast enough to be able to play with other pipers. Meaning, the enjoyment that I experience when I am playing with other pipers is so much greater than the irritability that I feel like a teenager who absolutely can't wait to get my driver's license, or turn 18, or turn 21.

I have never in my life felt so compelled to be with other people.

And the most interesting fact about all of this is how when faced with the very real possibility that my brain may not ever let me play with other pipers, I may be relegated to solo piping only, and I'm not sure that I experience enough joy as a solo piper to warrant how much time and effort learning this beast of an instrument actually takes!

Playing with other pipers is more motivating than playing on my own?

In some ways, I don't quite recognize this new person who is emerging. But when I step back and look at the pattern (with this new information added by my piping experience), I may have tendencies to prefer the solitude of introvertism...but I also have a strong need for social interaction. Yet, my brain has some needs and requirements for a safe environment in order for it to let me relax and enjoy the social interaction that I crave...so it's a balancing act, indeed!

I have some absolutely lovely and wonderdul friendships that I value and cherish, women who accept me as I am, quirks and all. But I am also very much looking forward to having more positive social exchanges with people in general...which is something that I never, ever thought I would say.

Piping has changed my life in more ways than one, and I am honestly very grateful that I feel so compelled to seek out a group of pipers that I can play with, because I don't want to end up as crazy cat lady hermit...lol.

Ah, life is a journey, and what an amazing journey it is!

Ideals

I attended a Flag Day Ceremony today, and what catches in my mind are the symbols and ideals that give form to the nation's flag. It was quite an interesting history of the changes the flag has made through time...beginning before the nation was independent and sovereign.

But what saddens my heart is how the symbols and ideals that formed and created this nation feel empty and meaningless in practice. WWI and WWII veterans...THEY understand the meaning of the ideals, but I do not see this in everyday practice....particularly with the younger generations whose minds have been inculcated with social media before it has been taught to question and make informed choices.

I don't understand why more people aren't upset by the privacy violations of social media (particularly Facebook), or the slow erosions of our civil liberties in the name of "homeland security."

I have been told to lead an exemplary life so that I don't have to worry about what is being monitored. I've been told to not be driven by fear. I've been told that God's in charge, but I can just as emphatically report that God might be In Charge....but God is not in charge of Facebook, that is for certain!

There are so many wonderful aspects of social media that I think people don't understand the moral compass that guides it. Mark Zuckerberg is no paragon of moral virtue. This is a man whose first major social media success was the creation of a website called "Hot or Not." People's photos were posted (without their knowledge or permission), and then people voted if the people were "Hot" or "Not (Hot)." This is the early roots of Facebook, so I am not surprised by the creepy way Facebook lurks through the pieces of my life for a way to make money.

Facebook is NOT my friend.

I recently watched a video about Facebook, where the person uses the metaphor of Facebook as a friend. I love this metaphor, because it clarifies hiw insidious it's invasion is.

If Facebook were a friend, this friend would come into my home (whether I'm there, or not) to search through my stuff. Facebook would go onto my computer and read all of my emails to find any tidbit of information that it could sell to sleezy advertisers. Facebook would go through my personsl address book and retrieve personal information about all of my friends (without their permission, as well) to use in advertisements to make money...me and my friends, of course receive nothing.

If Facebook were a friend, it would use my computer's camera and microphone to listen in on what I am saying, what I'm watching on TV, what I'm listening to...then sell that information, again, to advertisers forbits own monetary gain (never mine).

If Facebook were a friend, it would search through the history of every single website I've visited for information to sell...as well as any other applications that I may be using.

I would never allow this kind of "friend" into my home, but that's exactly what we all do when we align ourselves with Facebook.

Facebook is no one's friend.

Facebook isn't the only problem, of course...but I am just amazed by how complacent the vast majority of people have become about personal rights and civil liberties. We read books like George Orwell's1984, and we say we would never allow that, but we have. And I can't help but wonder what our founding fathers would think about what we as a nation have done to the personal rights and civil liberties that was bought with the blood of many generations of true patriots.

The idealism of our nation is being sold off in tiny bits of personal information to greedy advertisers and corporate control, but the frightening truth is that we have all granted permission for this idealistic erosion to take place each and every time we accept the terms of service agreements by Facebook and other traffickers of human information.

I am not ashamed of my life, and I am certainly not afraid of what these creepy vendors will find when they lurk through the pieces of my life. But I am outraged by the arrogance of people like Mark Zuckerberg (as well as our government) who think they are somehow entitled to do with my life in whatever manner they chooses...regardless of my privacy rights.

I have deleted Facebook applications from my phone, but this is far from the last of my efforts to protect my rights. I suppose if the rest of the world wants to relinquish them, then that is their choice to do so....but it will no longer be mine.

Once relinquished, it is no easy thing to get our personal rights and civil liberties back.

I am an idealistic person, so priciples and symbols of our nation's idealism are important to me. I don't have a good answer yet for this problem...but I am searching for one...so, I will find one....I will absolutely find one.

Reilly

My cousin and his wife have two dogs, and one of them is named "Reilly." He's a spirited little scrapper, but he doesn't "warm up" quickly with new people, and he gets skittish when an unfamiliar person tries to touch his head or neck.

Reilly is who he is, and he had started to accept my presence when I was here last month. But when I returned to my dad's a few days ago, I was amazed by how excited he was to see me...no barking at all, tail wagging, and even jumping up at my leg to encourage AND let me pet his head...I was shocked!

But not all change is meant to last.

Now that I've been here for a few days, his old skittish behavior has kicked back in, and he won't let me go near his head! It's just fascinating to me how a little bit of excitement seemed to help him to momentarily "forget" that he's supposed to be skittish when I tried to pet his head!

What was it about Reilly's excitement to see me that opened up a new set of behaviors for him?

This also makes me wonder about human anxiety. Does a jolt of excitement help the neurotic humans get past whatever fears or anxieties that we have, too?

I am intrigued now...Reilly's behavior has captured my curiosity and attention.

But, don't worry, Reilly...I won't be ringing bells, sticking you with electrodes, or making you cling to wire monkey moms to get your food...lol...but I will be watching you! 

I'll also be watching my own behavior, of course...because I am absolutely fascinated by how a little bit of excitement seemed to apparently change his entire brain chemistry.

Perhaps our behaviors are not as "hard wired" as we thought!

Of Tides and Seasons

When you are a goal-oriented person (as I clearly am...lol), there is a tendency to feel like no progress is being made during "slower" periods of progress. For me, this tendency may be stronger than most, so I am still processing the disappointment I am experiencing to be "here," when the goal was for me to already be "there."

My time management system probably is the most quintessential "me" of anything that I do. I don't just have a goal (and the requisite "To do" list that manages that goal attainment). When something is added to my calendar, it is preceded by this: (-). And when I have completed that task, the vertical line signifying completion ends up looking like this: (+).

Yes, every task that I complete, symbolically turns a "negative" into a "positive."

And, I absolutely love to look back through the previous weeks and months to see all of those little "positives" applauding my effort and motivating me to turn even just one more "negative" into a "positive."

I never said my system was a "healthy" system...lol...but, it's my system, and it works really well for me...up until the point that I can't convert the "negatives" fast enough. And that's when my system breaks down...and all of that negativity begins to build pressure...and the more pressure there is, the more stressed out I feel...but, also the more disappointed I feel, as well.

Yup, every system has its breaking point...lol.

Shakespeare in Love is one of my all-time favorite movies. And, there is this one scene when Collin Ferth's character is trying to get his newly wed wife on to the ship to the Americas (and away from William Shakespeare)...so, he makes this grand statement about how "the tide waits for no man!" (As Viola is making her fast exit out the other side of the carriage and into the theater...lol). Collin Ferth is great...lol.

But, if it is true that the tide waits for no man (which, of course, it is...because Collin Ferth said so...lol), then it is just as true that the summer season in Nova Scotia waits for no woman, her bagpipes, and her crazy traveling cat...lol.

As I sit here at my dad's home staring at a calendar filled will all of these unconverted "negatives" (feeling like I have somehow reneged on the promise I made to my mom to pipe for her on her birthday this year), the only thing that matters is a daughter's deep disappointment...and the uncomforting knowlwdge that even if I made quick repairs and a beeline to Nova Scotia, the summer season would already be nearly over...and the winter storms would be quickly on my heels for the whole trip back to Arizona.

There is not a lot of comfort for me on this day of seasonal truth combined with a broken down time management system filled with unmerciful negatives awaiting their conversion...lol.

Well, it's just a delay...a delay that my mom would absolutely want me to take...a delay that gives me the gift of time with Denny, and a whole new calendar of delicious negatives to turn into positives...lol.

But, I think I need to come up with a better system...one that doesn't leave me feeling so utterly drained and disappointed...or symbolically creating so much "negativity" when they don't get converted fast enough. But, that's what this new open-ended life is all about...creating a new life management system.

As for now, I will trudge on over to the trailer place for some facts and information, because that is one negative that I can turn into enough positive energy to lighten the load of a daughter's disappointment...and, because I know that my mom knows just how much my heart and spirit are working to get up to Nova Scotia to pipe for her.

I'm sorry, Mom...I've done my best to get there. But, I promise that I WILL pipe for you on your birthday. It may be from here in the American Southwest, but the piping will be from my soul, not my geography, so you will hear me even if I am here, and not (yet) there.

Mission Control

I've been thinking about how I make decisions in my life (particularly when there are significant safety issues at stake), and I think the perfect metaphor is NASA's Mission Control.

Mission Control isn't a single person, it's actuallyy an entire community of experts that focus on only one part of the mission. And when everything is coming down to the final decision of "Go" or "No Go," every single expert has to give a "Go," in order for the mission to move forward. Or, another way of saying this is that it only takes ONE "No Go" to cancel the entire mission.

This has really helped me to quell the internal pressure to push on toward my easterly destination...because I have some quite valid reasons for why I have delayed the Nova Scotia mission. But, I am still very aware of the pressure to continue on, regardless of the risks involved.

I wonder if the person who gives a "No Go" for a Shuttle mission feels pressured to give a "Go," simply because everyone has worked so hard to get the mission to that point. Does the person to the left or right shove an elbow in their side (or kick them under the control desk) with an abruptly murmered, "Just give the "Go" already!"

It takes a great deal of personal fortitude to be the person who makes the judgment call to cancel a Shuttle mission. But I also think it takes just as much personal fortitude to cancel a personal mission, as well. Cancel the immediate plan, not scrap the whole mission...delay to make necessary adjustments and repairs.

But this is precisely what I'm doing. The part of me that's "in charge" of safety concerns has delayed the mission, and the part thatvs in charge of financing the mission concurs...lol. Not a permanent kibosh, but I definitely will need some time to get everything researched so that decisions can be made...and then it will take time to implement those decisions once they've been made.

So Mission Control has cooled the jets, and I am relieved that this decision has removed the pressure to trudge on through the concerns, even if my concerns are based in personal anxieties stemming from inexperience and incomplete confidence.

I can make the right judgment call...even when that decision disappoints other parts of me. Disappointment is part of the risk that we take (when such a large mission is at stake).

So, I'm collecting information...and that is still working toward the goal, so I am perfectly content to step back and let this part of me take over for a while, because part of the pool of information to process involves the real-life experience learned since I've been out on the road on what I will call the "shake down" phase.

Mission Control is still in charge...lol...and I have an appointment tomorrow to meet with the trailer people for more information about the brakes, so it's all in motion...including the consequnces of each and every choice made along the way.

I am looking forward to the "Go," but I'm not going to force it...lol

The Plan

Preparing for this journey, the "worst case scenario" plan has been to take it one day at a time...one mile at a time...enjoy the journey along the way...and if the car crapped out, then I would simply settle in to wherever I was, find work, save up for the car repairs, then trudge on once I was prepared to do so.

The plan is still the plan in motion...I just wasn't expecting to be stopped in my tracks so quickly.

I'm very glad that I have taken my time during this first part of the journey...to work out the bugs...and also to let the aging car settle in to a new normal towing two thousand extra pounds, because I am close enough to all of the support resources that I both need and trust (while I get the car repairs and trailer upgrade completed).

It's all good...I'm safe...Sarra's safe...the car & trailer are in good hands...and we're living the dream already.

Am I disappointed that I need to take this extra time so soon along the journey? Absolutely...but living the open-ended life is all about responding to what's immediately in front of me, and letting go of the self-imposed arbitrary deadlines, so that's precisely what I'm doing...slowly...grieving a bit along the way...and embracing the joy that I am already living each day.

This trip to Nova Scotia isn't just about Nova Scotia...it's all about the journey of discovery along the way. And I don't want to circumvent that by simply cutting a beeline path to the Atlantic Northeast. So, I just need to continue to follow the plan, because it's a good plan....and it's the plan that will eventually GET me to Nova Scotia...lol.

What's immediately in front of me is a large financial output that's necessary for the journey to continue...then save up again for the gas money east. I'm not deterred from the vision, I'm just temporarily detoured, which is not the same thing at all.

Life is unpredictable, and so is the journey along the way. I am looking for the unexpected gifts that await discovery along this detour, because I am certain they will present themselves once the disappointment has worked itself through its own timing and process.

Expectation shapes reality.

So, the most immediate gift is to be able to spend more time with Denny...and, even if that is the only gift that emerges, then it is worth whatever time I will need to take care of business and prepare for the next season of change.

Of course, I am quite anxious to explore everything that Nova Scotia has to offer, but I am not in a hurry to get there. It's just like "having the sex" and "playing the tunes" lol...I really do want to enjoy all of the visits with friends and family along the way.

So, I guess I have another opportunity to once again let go of my expectations, and simply let the joy unfold before me...

Expectations

I had an interesting experience tonight while I was piping. I stopped trying to play a tune, and just started to play the notes...not scales, but just playing whatever notes I felt like playing...and it was lovely, absolutely lovely.

I am still learning how to let go of my self-imposed expectations.

Learning to play the bagpipes feels a lot like dating...lol. In the dating world, the focus (for many people) is all about the sex. Everyone wants to have the sex...lol...so they meet, compare chemistry & compatibility, then quickly end up having the sex.And, with the bagpipes, the focus is on the tunes....everyone wants to play the tunes...lol...so the first thing we do (when we pick up our set of bagpipes) is try to play the tunes.

I've been all about the tunes...lol.

Having the sex...or playing the tunes...it's all the same process. It's all about getting to where you want to get as quickly as possible.

Tonight I was able to let go of the expectation that the goal of playing the bagpipes was all about the sex...uh, I mean the playing of the tunes...lol. (That's one mixed metaphor that I want to keep separate...lol). And, all joking aside, it felt amazing...because I started to develop a real relationship with the bagpipes. So, once we are both ready to start playing the tunes, we will understand each other in a way that will make the playing so much richer and meaningful....just the like having of the sex in dating...lol.

Who knew that dating and bagpipes had so much in common? lol...

But, in all seriousnessn I have a lot to learn about letting go of the expectations I place upon myself...which is why I have created this open-ended life...but, change does not happen immediately, even when it is actively sought.

In the mean time, I'm very much looking forward to tomorrow night's playing of the notes...and, I guess the only question that remains unanswered is whether I should bring a bottle of wine and shave my legs...lol.