On Working with Your Body (Blog #815)

I spent today with my friends Aaron and Kate. We were originally going to hang out on a river somewhere, but the weather didn’t cooperate. So instead we ended up with several other friends and acquaintances eating pizza and drinking Bloody Marys, and then later eating Mexican food and drinking margaritas. Y’all, this was an all-day affair, and I can’t tell you how currently stuffed I am. Stuffed with bad decisions. Seriously, I just got home thirty minutes ago, and my stomach is still cramping. I keep apologizing to my body. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just got carried away.

I just said I made bad decisions, but the truth is that I needed today. Most days I’m so uptight. Even when I don’t have a schedule, I make one. I make myself read, make myself write. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy these things. I’m no martyr. Still, I push, push, push. But today there wasn’t any pushing, other than carbohydrates and liquids down my throat. Instead, there was just story-telling and laughter. Nothing serious. Everything lighthearted. Just what the doctor ordered.

Well, everything lighthearted–and TUMS.

I’ve mentioned before that my neck and shoulder have bothered me for months. In short, although they’re not awful, they are really tight and sore. I get a lot of headaches. I can’t tell you how frustrating this is, especially since I’ve tried SO MANY THINGS in an attempt to feel better. Alas, healing continues to be a journey. That being said, this morning I woke up with a stiff neck and tried something different. First, I did my best to relax. This is difficult to explain, but my default, even when lying down is often to hold a certain amount of tension. So I tried relaxing–letting go–ten percent, twenty percent. I kept telling myself, Just give in a little. Nothing bad is going to happen.

Next I tried having a conversation with my body. I‘m going to be spending time with friends today and would like to not get a headache. I’d like to just have fun. Would you mind letting go? Could we try that? And whereas the relaxing and the dialoguing (monologuing) weren’t lightening-flash, Hallelujah-chorus moments, I do think they helped. I went all afternoon and most the evening without even thinking about my neck or shoulders. So maybe my body listened. Eight hours without a undue tension. This is a big deal for me. Granted, I have some tension now, but still.

Things could be much worse.

Now it’s nine at night, and I’m feeling better. My insulin has kicked in, and I’m not cramping anymore. Even the tension in my neck I just mentioned has slacked off a bit. The “big lesson” for me today is that my body is a living, breathing, moving, intelligent thing. So often I think of any tension I carry, any problem I have, as this static, solid thing. As if my body were carved out of a piece of stone and were completely unwilling and unable to change. But more and more I’m learning that my body is something softer (and no, that’s not just because I eat pizza), something wiser, something that’s on my side. Something that’s willing to work with me if I’m willing to work with it.

Quotes from CoCo (Marcus)

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There’s nothing wrong with taking a damn nap.

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My Inner Drive (Blog #438)

This afternoon I trudged my way through a novel I wasn’t in love with but wanted to finish just to say I did. (I finished reading a book today. There–that was satisfying.) My main beef with the book was that every chapter was told from the perspective of a different character. (I hate that.) It felt schizophrenic, akin to eight of your family members trying to tell the same story at the dinner table. I kept thinking, Who’s talking NOW? I really thought about putting the book away, pretending I’d never picked it up, but it had a really cool (like really cool) cover, so I thought, There’s gotta be something good in here SOMEWHERE. And there was something good–it was the story of a kid who lives with his gay father and his partner, and there were a few really beautiful moments. So it’s not like it was a total waste of time.

This evening I ate dinner with some friends and dance students before we had a lesson. Y’all, we honest-to-god sat around a dining room table. Like Donna Reed or Father Knows Best. It was adorable. We talked to each other. No one reached for their phone. We used spoons. It was so–so–sophisticated. Then after we danced, I visited my friends that I house sat for last week. They just got a new sound system, and for a while we simply sat and listened to blues music, shot the shit. I can’t tell you how nice both these experiences were–dinner with friends, bonding. I’m often so focused on being productive, thinking, What do I have to do next?, that I don’t slow down to soak life in or let it relax me in the process.

Something about relaxing. I’m not sure I know how to do that. Let’s just say I don’t, since everything is nearly always a to-do list item. (That’s fun for some people, right?) Like right now I’m sitting in a chair, pretty comfortable, but I’m not RELAXED. Rather, I’m thinking about how I “need” to get this blog done so I can let the dog out then fall down in bed. So many days it feels like that, that my body has “had it,” and yet I force it to go-go-go a little or a lot more.

No wonder it won’t relax.

Reading what I just wrote, I’m going to try to do something about it. Blog earlier, blog shorter. Take a nap. Not push myself so fucking much. I’m really not sure when that started, my inner DRIVE. My therapist says that I have everything I need to be successful, that those things won’t go away just because I don’t push every day. She says I could take a year off–hell, five–and everything I need will still be there, that I could gear down and still get where I’m going. And yet it FEELS like I have to arrive and arrive now. I really would like to take my therapist’s message to heart, to stop acting like every item on my mental calendar is an emergency. WE HAVE TO READ A BOOK THEN MAKE A BANK DEPOSIT! So this is something I’m working on, slowing down from the inside out, learning how and when to stop-stop-stop.

Quotes from CoCo (Marcus)

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There’s nothing you can do to change the seasons or hurry them along.

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