On Transformation and the Dark Night (Blog #870)

This afternoon I continued painting the bathroom I started painting yesterday. It’s coming along. Today I rolled on a second coat, and the walls went from being one-coat-blah to there-we-go-that’s-nice. The more I paint, the more I’m reminded of the lessons it teaches. For one thing, nothing happens all at once. There’s always a process. One coat, two coats, sometimes three (all these coats get paint on me). For another, every process involves waiting. I always want to get projects done in one day, but painting goes better when you don’t–because the paint needs time to dry. Plus, whenever you walk away from something, you can come back to it later with a new perspective.

For as many rooms as I’ve painted over the years, I’m continually amazed by The Process. Both before the first brushstroke and after the last one, I stare at a room in amazement. Before I think, This is such a mess. How am I going to do this? After I think, Wow! I did it. This is SO MUCH better. Suddenly all the hard work and long hours become worth it.

Hard work and long hours are the only way I’ve found to turn a room around, by the way. You’ve simply got to put in the time and you’ve got to break a sweat (or pay someone else to) if you want solid results. Knowing this, I still get overwhelmed. Just today I thought, I’m never going to get this bathroom done. But then I reminded myself that in that moment it wasn’t my job to paint the entire bathroom. Rather, in that moment it was my job to paint the square foot of wall in front of me. Just that one square foot. So that’s what I did. Over and over again, I concentrated on the section of wall in front of me, and–eventually–I covered the whole room. This is how I’ve written 870 consecutive blogs (including tonight’s)–one blog at a time.

As I was painting today I thought a lot about change (for obvious reasons). Stephan Hoeller points out that there are three types of change–cyclical change (as in the seasons), linear change (as in growing older or trading in one vehicle or outfit for another), and transformational change (as in a caterpillar becoming a butterfly). Transformational change involves the death of an old life (the caterpillar) and the birth of a new one (the butterfly). Sticking with the house metaphor, transformational change would involve knocking down old walls and putting up new ones. (At the very least painting a wall and rearranging, or better yet, buying all new furniture–preferably nothing cheap from IKEA unless, of course, you’re in college). Hoeller says this is really why we’re down here on planet earth–not to learn something, but to transform–though few of us are willing to put in the hard work and time required to do so.

Jesus said, “Behold, all things are become new,” and I would say this is the test as to whether the process of transformation (not just linear change) has begun in your life. Is EVERYTHING at least starting to look different than it used to? Robert Ohotto explains it this way. When you have a pattern of behavior (let’s say you’re a perfectionist or a people pleaser), that pattern touches every relationship in your life. Because that pattern CREATED every relationship in your life. Well, let’s say you wake up one day and have the little thought, I’d like to stop being such a hard ass about everything, or I’d like to stop giving a shit what everyone else thinks of me. If you’re serious–whoops! This means that everything your perfectionist or people pleaser created–every relationship–now has to shift, perhaps crumble, in order to make room for more productive patterns and their subsequent creations to step in.

So look out.

This shift in relationships (to other people, to money, to yourself) is what has traditionally been referred to as The Dark Night of the Soul and what Ohotto calls The Dark Night of the Ego (because what’s dark for your soul?). Quite frankly, it’s the process I’ve been going through these last five plus years, and, although it’s a necessary part of transformation, it’s not fun. It’s why I say the truth will set you free (sort of) and why I say I don’t recommend this path. In truth, I do recommend it, but transformation is an ugly and uncomfortable business, and I’d like to be ever clear about that. In the Bible, Jonah was three days in the belly of the whale, and Christ was three days in the grave. Before the Phoenix rose anew from the ashes, it dis-integrated into ashes. Hoeller says before a caterpillar becomes a butterfly, it becomes “a black goo.” Ohotto says before you can become SOMEBODY, you must first become NOBODY. So the point has been made time and time again–death precedes life.

I don’t like this any more than you do.

[One last thing. In terms of tonight’s photo, which features me holding a sign that says, “Be awesome today,” I feel like I need to add–like, no pressure.]

Quotes from CoCo (Marcus)

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For all of the things life takes away, it gives so much more in return. Whether we realize it or not, there’s always grace available.

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There’s Still Life to Live (Blog #652)

Currently it’s 11:00 at night, and I’m in Nashville with my friend Bonnie and her family. Bonnie’s daughter-in-law and my friend Mallory is turning 30 tomorrow–well, in an hour–so we’re here celebrating. This morning I got up at 8:30 to pack and get ready for all this. I even did a set of my knee rehab exercises before Bonnie picked me up at 11:00. Y’all, Bonnie’s got this cool little convertible, a Volkswagen, and I normally love, love, love riding in it. However, things were a little cramped today, since we traveled with Bonnie’s grand-dog in the backseat, and then there was all our luggage.

Oh yeah, and I just had knee surgery.

The trip was about eight hours. Honestly, all that time in the car was rough on my leg. As a general rule, it feels restless, and it didn’t help today that I was scrunched up like a push-in accordion. That being said, Bonnie and I had plenty of time to talk, and I was even able to read and take a nap. Plus, we stopped a few times for fuel and food, which gave me a chance to stretch. Hell, we had lunch at IKEA in Memphis, and since the food court was in the middle of the freaking warehouse-sized store, I got my slow-cardio in for the day. Slow-cardio because I’m still walking like a one-legged pirate. And whereas I teased Bonnie about making a crippled limp all over God’s green earth for lunch, I probably needed it, since I ate chocolate cake for dessert.

This evening we hung out with Bonnie’s boys (one of whom is married to Mallory), Mallory, and Mallory’s parents. This morning I seriously considered backing out of trip. The whole getting ready process really wore me out. Plus, life has been a lot lately, and it’s taking everything I’ve got just to do my daily rehab exercises and–literally and figuratively–put one foot in front of the other. Anyway, everyone tonight was great. They didn’t ask a thing of me, just let me hang out and even do my rehab exercises in the middle of the living room. And–and, and, and–when I leaned on the handrail to their stairs and broke it, they didn’t even make a big deal about it. Rather, they simply wanted to know if I was okay (I was).

Mallory’s mom said, “I guess we’re not ADA (Americans with Disabilities Act) compliant anymore.”

Now it’s close to midnight, and we’re back at Bonnie’s son Tim’s house, which is up two flights of stairs. The good news is that I can actually go up and down them without “too” much trouble, and a week ago this wouldn’t have been the case. Earlier I was thinking of some of my other trips to Nashville in the last couple of years, and I know there were times I didn’t feel great then either–just having gotten over the flu or whatever. But I wouldn’t trade the memories of those trips for anything. My point is that despite my body’s current challenges, I’m glad I’m here. Sure, my chips are down, but there’s still life to live.

Now, in an effort to take care of myself, I’m going to get ready for bed.

Quotes from CoCo (Marcus)

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Stop buying your own bullshit.

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