Truth?

Heyooo. I didn't really do it today, I tried to do nothing but I started to fall asleep. I probably got 45 seconds of REAL nothing in- besides weird falling-asleep-thoughts. And then I tried to do truth- so instead of trying to recall, I am going to take 3 big breaths now, and do my truth NOW.


What am I feeling?
stomach-ache. exhaustion (theme). headache (i have been having wine every night- :-/). overheated. tired. tired. my ears feel weird. i feel nervous.
I am nervous about all the things I still have to do. I am nervous that the girl who is subletting my apartment in a few days has not gotten back to me about her exact move-in day and ....

what is painful?
the idea that everything is going to crumble.

What story?
I am scared that this girl is going to scam me, for no reason (there is nothing for her to gain by screwing me over) but I am afraid that she is just going to drop off the face of the earth. I am afraid that I will be tired for the rest of my life, and that today's and this week's fatigue will ruin my life and make me irritable and depressed till the day I die.

Is this working. NO

What would work better: This girl should be getting back to me, but it is finals and she is in law school. I will figure it out. The worst that happens is they have to deal with my shit. I will get sleep. If I want sleep tonight, I can get it, I suggest I don't go out to dinner with a friend again- it drags the night on.

Ah- very nice.

Scumbag: Hello scumbag. The one who, despite only had 1.5 glasses of wine last night, has a headache this morning. The one who could have spent the morning writing part of her paper, but flounced around instead. The one who didn't exercise today, and the one who hasn't even found boxes yet for her move-out in two days (omg, i just had a an anxiety pang). I wish you compassion. I GIVE you compassion. may you be well, may you be happy, may you be free from suffering. May you sleep well tonight.

<3 - Your Wholesome Twin



Good Book:

Truth Potion #02

So, I have but 5 minutes to write- In a break in between class (last school class ever. maybe of my life. hopefully) and my babysitting job- I got an iced coffee, walked back to my apt to recharge my computer, and made myself a Turkey Sandwich. Whats better than a Turkey Sandwich, I ask? I even capitalize "Turkey Sandwich". I wonder if my priorities are in order.

But, after I ate my Sandwich while watching "Dr. Drew's Sober House" on VH1, and had some Dagoba Organic chocolate (74%, if you were wondering), I decided that I had time enough to doing some Nothing/Truth. So I simply turned off the TV, picked my legs up onto the couch, and closed my eyes. I thought about what it would feel like to be a cat again, since apparently that works.

Why Pretending to Be a Cat Works:
1. They are selfish in the best way.
2. They have absolutely NO worries.
3. They take care of themselves (see #1.)
4. They stretch
5. They nap
6. They won't do anything they don't want to do
7. I would argue that they are very zen (as are most animals, but if you had to compare a cat and a dog.. cats are happier in "stillness")

So I pretended to be a cat, and I repeated "This is MY time" to myself. hummmdidliUm. And it worked pretty well actually- I mean, of course I had my thoughts and my mind trailed off, but eventually I started feeling my breath go in and out - and was breathing very deeply. And then this thing happened that only happens when I breath very deeply in one of these times ("meditation attempts") or when I have a fever. Now, take from that what you will. I have no idea, but it is the sensation of not really being in my body, but being VERY much in my body and also of being very far away (tiny) and very HUGE and slow (can't explain). And by the end of my 15 minutes I was feeling this way- and so I asked my little tiny faraway body, and my very huge face :

What am I feeling right now?
Not very much actually....I am feeling very small and very big. I am feeling an achey head. I am feeling my foot is falling asleep. I am feeling hunger pangs even though I just ate- which is annoying.
Ok, so I guess I am feeling annoyed. That when I listen to my body and eat the right amount- I then get hungry 5 minutes later.
What is painful? Hunger, kind of. My head. It is painful, I guess, to be annoyed with ones hunger signals and not feel like they know if they are eating enough or too much. Ugh.
What is the story I am telling: That I don't know how to feed myself, that I will get starving within 1 hour and never be able to find food again- and starve and die. Or, that I am messed up. Or that I will never feel satiated. Or.... any miriad of worries that I am not, actually, being good to my body with food.
Is this story working: No, because its stupid and stressful.
What is a better story? Um, that I am wonderful for sitting down (however in front of the tv) and eating a wholesome Turkey Sandwich, iced coffee, dark chocolate and that I am good to my body and feed it all the time, and don't overeat that often. And I am not THAT hungry, and if I need to eat more before I go babysit, I CAN- you stupid dingbat!!!!!! DUH.

Now- "Offer compassion to your inner scum bag" (forgot to do this yesterday)

Dear Inner Scumbag,
The one who is obsessed with eating, the one who didn't help that woman on the street when she fell, the one who sneaks out of class early, and avoided making eye contact with my teacher at the end of today's last class even though she was kindly smiling at me because I felt guilty. The one who procrastinates EVERYTHING and relies on her parents for EVERYTHING. The one who is too easily persuaded to get a second glass of wine, the one who refuses to go to the gym and then complains that no real bras fit me in the world. The one who can only keep her room clean for 2 days and who accidentally but kind of just carelessly let two people think they could sublet our apartment this summer when we actually had chosen two other people- but never let the first two know till it was very late for them. Her. She is trying. She DOES have good intentions mostly, and she acts out of overwhelm and desperation. I offer you compassion.
May you be well, May You be Happy. May you be free from suffering.

YIKES BIKES I AM LATEEEE!

Pretending to Be a Cat (thats the opposite of truth)

I tried to squeeze in nothingness + truth yesterday but the idea of taking the TIME to sit down and write a blog about it stressed me out too much. So I didn't.

Phew. But- I did a mini version yesterday and- also- yoga helped me IMMEASURABLY. Normally I cannot get out of my head during yoga but I managed to be able to enjoy myself despite the slew of things I had waiting for me at the other end of the yoga session.

I pretended to be a cat.

And just moved around however the hell I liked. And when I would think of what list of tasks and to-dos and the concert last night I had waiting for me. I imagined what a cat would think if it had to deal with the same things- and said "Who cares". I imagined myself on a windowsill- able to nap at any given moment. Doing stretchy yoga things because I wanted to and because I was agile and cool. So strangely... it worked.

But back to nothingness + truth: I didn't really give myself a good strong dose of nothingness (unless you include spurts of it in yoga). But I did take like 7 desperate breaths with my eyes closed sitting at my computer with my heart pounding, and my body achingly tired from having to wake up at the crack of dawn to babysit. I think that sometimes (or, often) a quiet mind has something to do with being to tired to be able to worry or think. I used to go to a very intuitive acupuncturist last year- who would always ask me: "What are you dealing with!? Your body is freaking out! What are you so worried about???" And what I have never forgotten is "I am feeling so much stress in your body, but I think that you are so exhausted that you aren't even acknowledging it or able to care". I think that is a little of how it is now... which is bad.

But I sat there and asked myself the Truth questions:
What am I feeling? Exhausted. Overwhelmed. Anxious. Tired. Embarrassed.
What hurts? My head. My eyes. Embarrassment.
What painful story am I telling? That I will not be able to finish all my papers or pack up my things before I have to move out. My agents also think I am crazy for popping into today and being so out of it because I am exhausted. Because of this I will not be able to graduate this May and also my mom will hate me for making things more difficult with the apartment. My agents will regret the day they signed me. I won't fit in time to exercise, so I won't fit into my clothes anymore and I will have to buy all new clothes- which is bad for so many reasons. I will never find a new apartment in July and will have to live at home, on the streets or in a ?????. I will never find a reasonably priced plan ticket from Marseille at the end of my France bike trip and I'll have to stay there, except I won't be able to because I never became an Irish citizen even though I could and should and therefore have no EU passport.

Is this story helping? No. I don't actually truly believe these things will happen. But if I examine everything I am feeling and all the worry and embarrassment I feel. THAT story is why. The possibility of THAT story, above, is why I feel stress.

Is there a better story I can tell? Yes. Here it is:

I will finish my papers, I will just turn them in late. I will pack up my stuff in one morning, its not that hard, and if I don't I will stuff it in my closet. Deal with it. My agents are nice and if they truly think I am strange and strung out they will STILL want me to work, for their own sake. $$$$$$$. If I don't exercise my clothes will still fit. My bras just won't. And I will find an apartment, because I have to and my parents will help me find one and move. Someone in my class just showed me a website that tells you when your flights drop and there is still time to get Irish Citizenship before the close the offer. I hope.

I had best calm down. Why on earth would we tell ourselves the most stressful story possible???

Merp.

Menu Item 1: Nothingness Overview

Here is an overview for Menu Item 1: Nothingness.

My favorite quote from this Chapter: "Do nothing with Pride and Gusto"

1. Put up no vacancy sign. Meaning, make sure you are completely unavailable to everybody except for yourself for at least 15 minutes a day.

2. Let the Body Vacate: Either sit comfortably, or perform some repetitive and mindless action like doing the dishes, walking etc, or watch some natural motion like water, fire, clouds.

3. Let the Mind Vacate: Watch your thoughts on a a ticker tape, as traffic, as a waterfall or a parade. Whatever helps you see them as separate from yourself.

4. Learn to return: Remember the way you felt during a very peaceful moment in your life. Recall the sensation of relaxation and ease, and go there in your mind. (like me... with sneezing... ?)

Nothingness Day 7

As the first week comes to a close I would hope that I was a little bit better at doing nothing.

I realized that thoughts are not as concrete as a word ticker. They often arise in vague associations or pictures or words that I "hear" and do not see. So when I put them into words, it is a double step, which seems laborious. But I guess, it is worth it if only to see our thoughts. The goal of this step is to become the "watcher", and instead of identifying with our thoughts, be able to see that they are separate from us, and therefore hold less power over us.

I thought today as my mind flitted about I thought of that saying "The mind is a terrible master, but a wonderful servant". I look forward to my mind being my little minion servant. Thinking up brilliant things for me while I relax by the water without a worry in the world. But, now, I am just trying to very clearly learn that my mind is not my master.

I don't remember quite what my thoughts were today except that there were a lot of them- and many included me wanting to eat and thinking of food. I also had thoughts of a random pair of Asian sisters who were associated with and manipulating a lot of my concrete thoughts. It was... strange... I don't know what that was all about. But I did also get a jolt of anxiety over me wanting to start an internet business and not having any idea what to do and another JOLT over knowing that I have hours and hours of work on a paper to do and have zero motivation to begin. But I felt that and decided to just focus on the feelings and respond with (Who Cares) (Oh Well).

In her other book, she suggests those 15 minutes to be a relaxation time when you do "nothing" but instead of complete nothing, she recommends a list of potential mantras to settle yourself down: "I work very hard and I deserve to relax" was the one I remember latching onto.

I also tried to technique that other people talk about today where you just feel your body and go into the sensation of being alive. Feel what there is to feel without judgement. It definitely takes you into the moment, and I think it will be one of my methods from now on. I think also, that that is what the SNEEZING did to me the other days. It would make me shoot into my body (in a good way) and just silently be there for a while until fervent thoughts would bounce around again.

I think the long and short is that it doesn't matter what happens in your designated nothingness time as much as it matters that you commit to doing it. Whether you are completely zen and able to think about nothing, worry about all the things you have to do and only manage to "look at"5% of your thoughts, or you have Asian sisters accompanying your thoughts (still confused) all that matters is that you commit. Get comfortable with at least TRYING to do nothing.

She says if you cannot do it for more than 3 minutes after a week, to start asking yourself "Why am I uncomfortable doing nothing" and see what pops up. I will reserve that for the days when nothing seems to work. Other than that, tomorrow I am onto adding "Truths" onto my nothingness.

Tomorrow I will do my 15 minutes and then answer questions... that I have to write down from the audio book. I tried to buy the hard copy in Barnes and Noble yesterday but they don't have it in stock! ARGH!

But they are getting us in touch with what is true in our life or any given situation or feeling. "What am I feeling?", etc.

Anyway...

bye.

Nothingness Day 6- advil

This is what my Ticker Looks Like  .When I actually use it. Which I seem to NOT do anymore.

I did my fake bed meditation today again, which might not prove to be the best. For some reason my mind runs all over the place. Some of the more common thoughts I tried to watch today were:

I need advil

Oh- thats a great idea for a blog!!

I wonder if I'll sneeze?

I wonder if I set my alarm correctly?

Turns out I did NOT set my alarm correctly- and in the end, about 7 minutes after it would have been over I thought

I really hope this is over soon

This CAN'T be right...

I am going to check

And sure enough!

Also, I did sneeze again, at two different times, and it without fail made me still and feel the 'space'. I even tried to imagine what my body feels like after sneezing to kind of jump-start my zen. It half worked.

Also, at the end (when it was already pat 15 minutes but I didn't know) I just stretched like a squiggly worm in my bed- which then gave me a good minute or two of calm and stillness before I thought
This is ABSURD. I AM CHECKING THE CLOCK.

So I guess my mind goes in spurts of peacefulness and agitation. "Oh well."

Nothingness Day 5- double WHAM & a sneeze

Agh- its nearly tomorrow. And I am writing to you from my desk- eating turkey jerky, whole grain cookies and kombucha.

But, that is slightly beside the point. Today was day Number 5 of the Joy Diet. I am still in 'Phase Nothingness'- and so I set out to do nothing in my (fake***) bed after only about 40 minutes after waking.


Back to my Nothingness. I had been wondering if my miraculously slow thoughts were due to my EXTENSIVE exhaustion these past 4 days. I had not been sleeping as sound-ly or long-ly as I normally require and desire (what a weird sentence) (I DID just have 2.5 glasses of prosecco with my friends uptown) (though, in a 2.5 hour period of time, mind you) (My former English teachers would bow their heads in sadness and shame) ("You can't USE PARENTHESES THIS WAY") (suck it.)

Anyway, the point is- maybe my great and quick success in meditating was due to exhaustion.' Of COURSE i relaxed... My body wanted to fall asleep!'

Well last night I got 9 hours of sleep- and today actually was a bit harder- but I still tried.

Weird Tidbit: Yesterday morning I set my alarm for 10:37 a.m. because I lay down at 10:21 and needed an extra minute just for safety's sake. And this morning, when I lay down.... I looked at my clock and it said... 10:21 am. my alarm was set for 10:37 and would go off then.... SO STRANGE. I didn't force that at all. The first two days my accidental Nothingness time was 17 minutes. The second two days I lay down on my (fake) bed at exactly 10:21.
WTF!?

But in any event- strange as the time parallels have been- I lay down watching my thought: "Weird Weird Weird" till it faded. I didn't really do as precise of a job watching my thoughts today- I don't know why. I wasn't really seeing them on ticker tape as I was imagining them in the center, and me in the space around them- which is a bit too abstract and I think why it failed to stay consistent. When I tried to imagine my thoughts as a rapid waterfall as she suggests, they were existing outside of the waterfall and the waterfall was clear. Pointless.

I was battling my own thoughts- trying to experience the "space" around them half unsuccessfully when I Sneexed violently three times. My body and mind were still.

The sneezing shocked me into real, serious nothingness. I then felt very strongly the space IN my body. Sneezing, the secret to zen.

Then later- I actually spent time at Central park and committed 15 more minutes, because I felt unhappy with my 15 minutes in bed before (besides the sneezing). I got a little bench by the water and sat there staring at the lake. I don't remember specifics- except the literal wind-blow, sparkling ripples in the water by this gnarly-rooted tree was very peaceful. And then that smiley indian girl sitting on the ground behind my bench playing loud Indian music on her BOOM BOX. I listened to my ipod on the Album Julie and Julia (very nice) (and lake-y)- but whenever the music would get quiet on my iPod, I would hear the silent sitar in the background. Now really I am not upset about this- if I can't laugh at the Indian woman, her boom box, and my fervent desire to the space around my very own news-ticker-mind, then what CAN I laugh at!?!? So, even still, I tried to breathe into the 'space'. Not perfect, yet. But life isn't about being perfect. (Yet...)

Its about sitting at your desk, post-prosecco, and bingeing on peppered Turkey Jerky.
ho ho. ha ha ha. (a real kind of yoga)

juuuuuust kidding
life isn't about jerky!

***(My fake bed, is a mattress set on top of two VERY WOBBLY ikea shelving units that together are the EXACT size of a mattress. There are two that go lengthwise- so as I lie in bed there is essentially a crack running along my spine underneath the mattress. My "handy" mother and I bought them because we wanted to also get this bookcase to fit next to my "bed", in my mini room, in my old apartment. If I bought a real bed-frame, it would have been one inch too long- and therefore block my pigmy closet too much. So- I have no real bed.

When I had friends over watching "Twilight" in my bed a few months ago, we heard a large CRACK below us, and it was one of the two shelving units BREAKING. To make matters more treacherous, in January I got a nice, thick wool rug... but it doesn't reach ALL the way under BOTH of my vertical shelving units, only one of them, so one of the shelving units (the one that is not broken) that is on the rug is sitting a good 3/4 inch above the broken one that is also lower by another 1/2 inch because... its BROKEN. So... my mattress is sitting on two shelves that are completely different heights. No wonder I have trouble falling to sleep. Also, I'm lucky that I don't have a boyfriend. And my non-existent boyfriend is lucky I don't have a boyfriend because my bed would not be our friend.

Yea, you read it mom. But, I still want a real bed. Not for my non-existent boyfriend, though. For ME.)