Your Best Is Good Enough (Blog #852)

This afternoon I saw my chiropractor, the one who works with the mental/emotional/energetic causes of physical problems. This continues to be a trip. Today was my third appointment, and the man’s gotten more done with me than a handful of other chiropractors have in six times the visits. For the longest time I’ve been constantly aware of tension in my neck. And whereas it’s still there, now there are days I don’t even think about it. This is progress. This is good progress. That being said, the guy’s methods are weird.

I say weird but I only mean they’re weird compared to most medical people’s methods. I’ve spent a lot of time in the alternative healing community, and I’ve seen some really strange shit. Compared to that stuff, my chiropractor’s methods are really quite benign. Today he used muscle testing to get at the underlying emotions behind my long-time struggle with sinus infections. The positive word that came up (the emotion I feel before a sinus infection) was RELIABLE. The negative emotion (during and after a sinus infection) was INADEQUATE. Phew. There’s a can of worms. The last two years, which have been full of medical tests (that have basically said I’m healthy as a horse), have been filled with my trying to decide whether or not me and my body are reliable or inadequate.

The jury’s still out.

In truth, inadequacy is a pervasive emotion for me. Recently I blogged about my feeling like not enough, and I suppose this is the same thing. There’s a scene in Mr. Holland’s Opus when a former student of Mr. Holland’s, now a grownup, is shutting down Mr. Holland’s music program due to budget cuts. He says, “We’re doing the best we can, Mr. Holland,” and Mr. Holland yells, “Your best is not good enough!” Both of these characters are firmly entrenched in my psyche, the part of me that says, “Dammit, I’m doing everything I know to do,” and the part that is always demanding more. You know, The Perfectionist. The Hard Ass.

The one who’s real fun at parties.

This afternoon I read Transforming Fate into Destiny: A New Dialogue with Your Soul by Robert Ohotto. It’s glorious. Read it and give it to all your friends for Christmas. But really. In a New Age/Self-Help culture that claims you can manifest or have whatever you want, this book is a breath of fresh air. Robert explains that, yes, we can create magnificent things in our lives. Each of us is more powerful than we give ourselves credit for. However, each of us also came into this life understanding that there would be certain limitations (or boundaries, I love a good boundary), so we have to work within those fated guidelines.

For example, no matter what I put on my vision board, I’m never going to be the first female President of the United States. (Crap.) Because I’m a man. Likewise, I’ll never be straight (sorry, ladies), be six-foot-two (dang), look or sing like Zac Efron (dang again), or have different parents. Because my sexuality, height, looks, and parents have already been decided. And so have yours.

So get over it.

Now, what I do with what’s already been decided, that’s a different story. As I understand it, if I do nothing but sit on the couch every day and eat bonbons, that’s my choice. However, in choosing to not be an active, conscious participant in my life, not only will I not mature, but I’ll also feel as if my life is out of my control. Jung said, “Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will run you life and you will call it fate.” Robert says, “If you don’t access direction from within, your life will be directed from without.” (Oh snap.) However, if I choose or anyone chooses to do The Hard Work and grow the eff up, well, now we’re cooking with gas. My therapist says her job is to support me in reaching my highest potential, and your highest potential is another way of talking about your destiny. What’s actually possible for YOU? Not that guy over there, but you. What, exactly, is inside you that’s eager, waiting, and willing to be born?

This, of course, is the million dollar question, and only the gods and your soul have the answer.

Also–fair warning–because all things worth having require sacrifice (of your time, talents, and ego), should you choose to pursue your highest potential, some days are really gonna suck.

I still recommend it.

Getting back to my chiropractor’s weird ways, I repeat, they’re only weird because they’re not conventional. It’s becoming more in vogue to discuss the mind-body-soul connection, but in my experience, it’s mostly lip service. I mean, when I get a headache, give me a Tylenol. And yet I know there’s more to it. This is what I’ve run into hundreds of times along The Path. This is what you’ll run into when reaching for your highest potential or working to transform your fate into destiny. You’ll know there’s more inside you that’s wanting to come out. But because your path is different from everyone else’s, it will feel weird, you’ll question it, and you’ll feel inadequate.

Keep going. You are not alone. Your best is good enough.

Quotes from CoCo (Marcus)

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A mantra: Not an asshole, not a doormat.

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On the Mend (Blog #219)

Last night I slept on the futon because my back has been hurting for several months and I’ve been wondering if the mattress I’ve been sleeping on since moving in with my parents is to blame. As my dad said, “It’s only a hundred years old.” Honestly, the futon is pretty old too, but just like I’ve been squirting garlic water and everything else up my nose to try to rid myself of a sinus infection, I’ve decided I have to try something. I don’t think it’s a completely off-base idea, since my back didn’t hurt for the two weeks I was traveling and not sleeping on the hundred-year-old mattress. So we’ll see how it goes. Tonight I’m planning to rotate to the waterbed I slept in growing up (which wasn’t warm enough to sleep in last night). Considering it’s a twin-size and I’m more of a full-size boy (well, some would say a queen), I’ll probably be blogging about it tomorrow.

So get excited.

This afternoon I went to a coffee shop to work on a friend’s blog, but I spent most my time thinking about that fact that I was drinking green tea instead of a cheeseburger and fries. This is one of the things I hate about being on a diet–even though I started the diet to help my body heal and not to drop pounds, calories and weight still become a mental obsession. What’s worse, despite the fact that I’ve spent the last year eating pretty much whatever the hell I’ve wanted, for the last few days, whenever I’ve seen someone drinking a mocha or eating something with cheese wrapped in a white tortilla, I’ve instantly assumed the moral high ground. How could they? That’s SO bad for you. I’m guessing all this will get better as the diet becomes more routine and I learn to not take myself so freaking seriously.

A big positive to the diet, however, is that after only four days, I already feel better. Maybe it’s the garlic-up-my-nose thing or a combination of the two strategies, but I’ve stopped coughing up dark mucus and blood every morning, which I’m taking as a sign of improvement. Plus, you know how you take your health for granted? Like, when you feel well you don’t spend all day thinking, God, I feel like a million dollars–I just love breathing! But when you’re sick you can’t think of anything else; every thought from sunup to sundown is just one big ain’t-it-awful. Well, after a few hours at the coffee shop today, I realized I hadn’t thought about being sick one time. So maybe I’m on the mend.

Maybe.

In the middle of my work, a lady asked if it would bother me if she and her friends convened nearby. Imaging they wouldn’t make much noise, I said, “Why, are you having a dance party?”

“No,” she said, “but sometimes we can be a little loud.”

That’s considerate, I thought.

Well.

A LITTLE LOUD? Y’all, it was like they were at Chippendale’s–a bunch of middle-aged women hooping and hollering. Cackling. (Cackling is actually the word I was looking for.) It was obnoxious. That being said, I just gave up carbohydrates, so everything is obnoxious. Anyway, I put my headphones in for a while, then eventually moved to a different area.

A little loud. Sheesh.

When I finished working on my friend’s blog, I spent about an hour reading a book my friend Amber loaned me–The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin. It’s about–well–ways to happier, and the author suggests making a list of hallmarks by which to live your life, pithy things like, “Be Marcus!” or “Stop taking yourself so freaking seriously.” So today I wrote down several from the book to “try on for size,” but my favorite was, “People give what they have to give.” This reminds me of the sentiment, “People are doing the best they can,” but I like it better because to me it’s more compassionate. Whenever I hear someone is doing the best they can, I always think, Yeah, but they SHOULD be doing better. I always picture Mr. Holland in Mr. Holland’s Opus screaming, “Your best is not good enough!” But people giving what they have to give reminds me that if someone is passing out something I don’t like (rudeness, nasty looks, uh, cackling), it may be because that’s all they have to give. Put another way, even if they’re being a total shit, it’s probably because that’s the best they’ve been given.

I guess we all do the best with what we’ve got. I mean, if I really knew a better way to heal my sinuses, be on a diet, or not get irritated with a bunch of middle-aged ladies, I’d do it. Maybe one day I will. For now, things are the way the are. Still, I continue to experiment in various ways, like moving myself from bed to bed hoping something will make a difference for my back. Perhaps we all experiment like this, trying everything under the sun to fix our problems until either something works and we feel better or we give up. Answers are nice, of course, but I’m learning that even trying to heal is an act in self-care and self-compassion. And I’m starting to believe that being on the mend has less to do with what’s going on in your external world and more to do with what’s going on in your internal one. This, of course, is where true healing happens, the place we learn first to give to ourselves, then later give to others.

Quotes from CoCo (Marcus)

"Why should anyone be embarrassed about the truth?"