Numb

I get depressed a lot. A lot. Nothing in particular, unless there is. Sometimes I can point at something specific provoking the sadness. Usually, it’s just there.

When the sadness hits, I think of it as I do my allergies. I just have to ride this out and I’ll feel better again soon.

I see the world around me filled with opportunities to numb myself to the pain. I reject this.

I will not be numb. I will not self-medicate by purchasing a new Thing, watching TV or drinking myself into a stupor. I won’t seek the emotional high of a praise service nor will I wallow in the depths of my feelings of hopelessness.

I will continue to do what I do. I will do the work. I have Things to make. There are books to write. There are shows to create.

AND a house to clean. No procrastinating. Time to get to work.

Mastery

Buddhist teachers will instruct their students, “If you encounter the Buddha on the road, kill him.”

Killing the Buddha is the idea that if I think I have things figured out, I must immediately reject that idea. I do not have things figured out. I do not know as much as I think I do. I still have room to grow.

If one encounters the Buddha and does not kill him, stagnation tends to be the result. Dogma and strict adherence, if not worship, of my “total” knowledge holds me back. I cannot grow. I cannot fill Life with my being.

There is always more. The apprentice might not understand this. The master does.

Death Is Coming

Richard Beck’s post on the pornography of death prompts this thought. Richard talks about how any real conversation or encounter with death is not permissible in polite society. Hence the word pornography. We try to run from this thing. We try to hide it from ourselves.

It won’t work.

Death is. Death comes to everyone. Some see it as an enemy. The ultimate uncontrollable thing. It is a goad, a mocker, a cynic.

What if Death’s a coach?

What if Death walks beside us, daily, asking if what we’re up to is really what we want to be up to? And are we working our passions as hard as they deserve?

This is my new image of Death. Death is a coach. He roots me on. He’s urging me to be myself, fully, totally. To not spend any moment on that which isn’t worthy of me.

My fortieth birthday is two months off, so Death is not likely to come for me just yet. But that he is nearer now than he was is evident in so many subtle ways.

My legs and back respond completely differently to any use at all exercise. What I choose to eat changes my body more unavoidably than it did. My relationships with those who are just entering adulthood have changed. These kids are completely in my lawn. Love ‘em, but seriously, what they think is important is just so…

So reminiscent of what I thought was important…

wait for it…

when I was their age.

There. I said it. I’m officially old.

Death isn’t right around the corner, I don’t think. But he’s there.

And he’s rooting for me. Cheering me on. When he comes, he wants me. He wants the real me. Not some poorly constructed mash-up of me plus everyone I want to please.

He wants me. Pure me.

And I intend for that to be exactly what he gets.

Terror

You know that feeling where you lie awake knowing exactly what you want to do but you also know it’s crazy?

Or that feeling when you’re on the way to work but you know you ought to be working on something else – something more meaningful?

Or that feeling even as you’re doing the laundry that there’s something you ought to be doing and you know specifically what it is but you’re not doing it?

Yeah. That.

I’m a writer and a performer. I experience and share the human experience through those things. The training I’ve received as an improviser is the most spiritual and humanizing stuff I’ve ever experienced.

My teacher is amazing. I have not been able to study with him for years, specifically because I live in Tulsa, Oklahoma. He lives in LA and often teaches in NYC.

I feel a real pull to go study with him. To become more fully a channel for the transcendent in a way that is only accessible when doing something like improv.

I can’t explain this. I account justify it in any monetary terms. I have no idea how, exactly, I’d pull it off.

But I want to. I want to study with a master of my craft and grow from that.

And I feel terror.

This terror is the feeling anyone feels when desire runs wild and the sense we have of self-control goes away. I cannot exert my will over this. I am therefore afraid of it.

In my experience, that’s a sign that I have to follow. If you’re afraid, you have to do it. Fear is the great direction-finder. It’s what tell us what we’re supposed to do next.

More on this as it unfolds. But there’s a change in the air. It’s terrifying, but it’s also exciting.

Eight Hugs a Day

Great new video from TED.

The molecular vehicle of morality, and the best way to make sure we’ve got plenty of it.

 

God and the Self

Disclaimer: Again, the idea of God in terms of this blog is a metaphor. While we take the concept of God seriously, we do not take it literally. That said…

Any exploration of the God idea is ultimately an exploration of oneself. Even given a literal deity, there is no unambiguous message from God which we can compare notes with to correct our misapprehensions. So the only thing we are really talking about when we talk about God is ourselves.

When we hear someone talking about the world God wants us to live in, we’re hearing that person’s ideals about life.

When we hear someone speak about what God is calling them to, we’re hearing the deep desires of that person’s heart.

When we hear someone speak of how God judges us, or how God refrains from judging us, again, we’re hearing the true voice of that person.

I learn nothing about God when you speak of him. I learn volumes about you.

So we reflect: what do our spoken and unspoken statements about God communicate? Sometimes I talk of God with words. Sometimes I talk of God with my actions. What am I saying? What goals am I claiming for myself? What am I revealing, however inadvertently, about my own prejudices and biases?

And if I’m not communicating accurately, what do I need to change to begin to do so?

Don’t Talk About the Exercise

When I take or teach an improv class frequently there will be someone who narrates what they are doing through the exercise they’ve been given. These narrations usually go like this:

“I’m doing this wrong.”
“I’m no good at speaking.”
“I’m no good at singing.”
“I don’t know what to do.”
“Well, here I am, doing this thing I was told to do. Don’t know why.”
“I’m sorry, I did that wrong.”

And so on.

When this happens, my teacher, Gary, will say, “Don’t talk about the exercise.

In order to talk about the exercise, we stop actually doing the exercise. We cannot do both. We cannot examine what we’re doing, comment on it or assess it while we’re doing it. So our task, while we’re doing the exercise, is simply to do it. To finish it. To reserve any comment on it for a post-exercise debriefing.

As we contemplate Who We Are and What We’re Meant To Do the talking gets in the way, too. There is a way in which we feel a pull to serve. There is something we know we are good at, something we know we’ve served others successfully while doing. This is the thing to focus on. It’s why we’re here.

So… how to not talk about the exercise:

One, we need to shut up and just let the work speak for itself. If we’re constantly talking about what we’re going to do and what we’re going to achieve, we’re delaying that achievement. Why stop to talk about where we’re going when we’re in the middle of our work?

Let’s just get it finished and then shout from the rooftops what we accomplished.

That’s not to say we shouldn’t share our goals with someone. It’s good to have that mastermind group. Nothing worthwhile is ever done alone. Nothing is done without a community being involved, even if that community is small to begin with. Once we’ve taken a specific time to lay out those plans, though, we must shut up and get moving. That is, until the specifically planned meeting to assess progress.

Which brings us to two, we cannot assess our progress while we’re doing a thing. If we see that what we’re doing is obviously headed for a train wreck, we stop. We take a deep breath. Then we assess. If we continue working while assessing our progress we’re just distracting ourselves.

And, finally, three, usually the talking just increases our stress level. If we have a task to perform and we know how to do it, the thing to do is finish. If we have a task we don’t know how to do, the thing to do is to learn to do it. Which, of course, we can. (It’s ’cause we’re brilliant.)

To sum up, like my girlfriend used to say, “Less talk. More action.” That’s how things get done.

Recipe for a Great Mood

Anyone else get to the point some days when you just don’t feel right? You find yourself snapping at a coworker, friend or family member.

Friend: “Can I borrow your pen?”
Me: “I HATE YOU!!!”
Friend: “Someone needs a nap.”

Maybe it’s depression. Maybe it’s anger or frustration. Stress of deadlines? There comes a point when your mood is not something you can consciously control.

So what to do?

Understand that your emotions are chemical reactions in your brain. They can’t be directly controlled. If you feel bad, you feel bad. The first thing to do is acknowledge that, yeah, I feel bad and it’s interfering with my day.

Lots of us struggle with this first step. We sit around pretending things are fine. We’re ok. Everything’s ok. “How are you today, Justin?” “I’m fine.”

No, I’m not. I feel pulled in a dozen directions and don’t know what to get done first!

Or something.

Admit it. We feel bad. Now we can move to step two.

Understand that the emotions you have, while not under your direct control, are definitely under your indirect influence. What you actively do does directly influence your emotions. So if you’re feeling bad, stressed, whatever, immediately stop whatever it is you’re doing.

Ok, yes, it might be that you’re at a meeting and can’t just walk out. Or you’re in your car and it’s rush hour. You can still mentally stop what you’re doing. Well, sort of.

The brain doesn’t shut off. It never stops, unless you’re dead. So you can’t exactly stop what you’re doing, but you can do something different. If you’re in a meeting, doodle. Get some paper out and doodle. Count tiles. Modify a drinking game to be appropriate to work. Every time the presenter says “action item” I take a sip of water.

Or just recall the last time you were really laughing, with friends or whatever, and let that memory run in the background while you stay in that meeting.

The point is to get your mind doing something else, even if it’s in addition to what it needs to be doing. The more absurd and inappropriate, the better. Just don’t get yourself fired!

If you’re able to get up and move, this process just got a lot easier. If you’re at your desk and things are not going well, you can tell you’re losing productivity to your mood, get up. Immediately get up. Go to the bathroom. Go to the break room. Go for a walk around the office and see what everyone else is doing.

I used to do this last one when I worked in accounting for a telecom company several years back. I’d get up, walk around, maybe say hi to a coworker as I passed. I’d notice what they were all doing, which was usually nothing. One of the most eye-opening experiences I have had was walking past the office of the Director of Accounting, one step down from the CFO, and seeing – guess what – on her monitor.

No. Not Porn.

Ebay. E – freaking – bay. And there I’d been, moments before, a little worried about whether I was working fast enough.

If you work at home it’s even easier. Put on some music you love, turn it up, and make it Karaoke night at your home office. Dance, baby! Sing at the top of your lungs. Yeah, sure the dog will look at you like you’re about to feed them and the cat will look at you like you’re crazy, but when is that not the case?

Invite the rest of the crew to join you in your impromptu dance party. They’ll do it, or not. You will still feel better.

The point, again, is to make sure you deliberately alter what you’re doing.

“But I have to get this done right now!”

You will lose more time to a bad mood than you will to fixing it.

Really, truly. If you’re in a bad mood for most of the day you will be less productive than if you spent five minutes redirecting your actions to something more Joy-inducing.

Some mistakes with this that I’ll warn you about.

One, using your car to dance while singing along with the radio during rush hour. Probably would cause a wreck. My father used to do this. Scared the crap out of us. Bad idea.

Two, failing to get back to work. Sometimes you just feel so good you can’t get back to the task for the day. Remember, your goal is increased productivity so you can be finished faster. It’s easy to let this kind of mood-enhancement turn into laziness, believe me, I know. Bad idea.

Three, trying to figure out what action you were doing that made you feel bad in the first place. My brighter readers will have picked up on the fact that, if what you do shapes your mood, then your bad mood was shaped by something you did. Don’t waste time trying to figure out what it was and don’t judge yourself. This will just worsen your mood and make you even less productive. Bad idea.

Four, actually drinking when playing the meeting drinking game. It will show up in your breath, your eyes and in the random giggling coming from your end of the table. Bad idea.

Now put some great music on and get back to work, slacker.

JK! BFF 4eva!

Excuses

From the documentary Comedian, a word from Jerry Seinfeld…

“Every comedian’s got an excuse… I make no excuses. I just wasn’t good.”

I heard that and for some reason it hit me: I have lived a life of excuses. Every time I have an idea and fail to act on it, I make an excuse. When I perform at less than my best, I make an excuse.

Sometimes you have to have a little grace for yourself, right? If we screw up, we admit it, make no excuses, take a deep breath and move forward.

No excuses.

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