Monday, December 21, 2009
New insights
Matthew 11:28-30 has always been one of my favorite scriptures, but yesterday as I read it, I found a new truth.
28 Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
29 Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.
30 For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.
I've always focused on the idea of the yoke--a way that Christ can share our burdens and make them easier. But yesterday in church, either the woman speaking skipped verse 29 or I wasn't listening closely, which is definitely a possibility, and without verse 29, I heard the truth that I was ready for.
I have a whole list of unwritten rules that carry way too much weight in my life, and I'm slowly trying to reframe them to healthier "rules". Two of those old rules are:
1. Don't get in the way.
2. Don't be a burden to anyone.
I can force myself to endure quite a lot in order to avoid burdening anyone else. As I heard verse 30, the thought came to me Christ can handle it. He can take on my burdens as well. That's not to say that what he did was easy, but I don't need to worry about "overloading" Him or pushing him over the edge. He can take it.
I'm the worst person in the world when it comes to asking for help, but it's nice to know that there is someone that won't feel overburdened by my requests.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Looking Forward
I'm old enough and experienced enough to really understand now that I have limitless opportunities to start over. Sure, there are consequences when I can't maintain my goals, but even those can't stop me from trying again. I am no longer crushed by failures or depression. I know that the difficult times are only temporary. I will get through it and there is something better on the other side.
Fibromyalgia has really been a wonderful gift. It reminds me that I need to care for myself physically, mentally, and spiritually. It lets me know if I've missed too many days at the gym. It lets me know if I've overloaded my schedule with things for other people, leaving no time to take care of me. It reminds me that I can do anything, I just can't do everything right now. It also reminds me to review my personal goals and desires and not get caught up trying to do and be what everyone else wants me to be. Fibromyalgia is my friend, a friend that asks me, actually demands, that I take care of myself. And when I don't, it reminds me, first gently, and then not so gently, sometimes forcing me to abandon any other plans to get the rest I need.
I really do not know what my future will hold. Right now I have work that I love and people that I love to work with. I hope to continue with that as long as possible, but I also know that if I am forced to do something else, somewhere else, I can find a way to make it work and find happiness in that.
I am so much more at peace than I was several years ago, and I'm really hoping that that continues into my future. I've learned a lot about who I am and what I want. Now I'm trying to live that life with integrity--to say and do, not what the world wants me to say or do, but what I know in my heart is part of who I am.
Awhile back I posted on one of my blogs about the theme songs of my life. I've had some special songs that carried me through difficult times and inspired me. I couldn't think of anything that really fit where I am in my life now. Then a few weeks later, I heard my song. I've actually known it for several years, but it had always been just a song, not a contender for one of the theme songs of my life. So here it is, and this is how I hope to live the rest of my life.
"I Am What I Am" from La Cage aux Folles
I am what I am
I am my own special creation.
So come take a look,
Give me the hook or the ovation.
It's my world that I want to take a little pride in,
My world, and it's not a place I have to hide in.
Life's not worth a damn,
'Til you can say, "Hey world, I am what I am."
I am what I am,
I don't want praise, I don't want pity.
I bang my own drum,
Some think it's noise, I think it's pretty.
And so what, if I love each feather and each spangle,
Why not try to see things from a diff'rent angle?
Your life is a sham 'til you can shout out loud
I am what I am!
I am what I am
And what I am needs no excuses.
I deal my own deck
Sometimes the ace, sometimes the deuces.
There's one life, and there's no return and no deposit;
One life, so it's time to open up your closet.
Life's not worth a damn 'til you can say,
"Hey world, I am what I am!"
I'm proud of the things I've accomplished, even if I'm not where the rest of the world thinks I should be. I am in a place that makes me happy. I am doing work that is important and that I love. It's not about what they think about me. It's about what I think about me. And I think I have a wonderful future ahead of me. This is going to be a great year. Happy Birthday to me!
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Looking Back
Today, I want to write about where I've been, the things I've done, and the experiences that brought me to the place that I am today.
My mother says that I was born 50 (or she might have said 40). The point is, I was very much an adult in a little kid's body. My mother was very young when I was born. She also tells people that sometimes she was the mother and sometimes I was. I was often far more comfortable around adults than other kids my age. I did very well in school and was always one of the favorites, mostly I think because I always obeyed all the rules. OK, there were a few times I didn't, but they were so traumatic for me that I just went back to doing what I was told. I couldn't understand people that didn't follow the rules.
High school was tough for me. I did well academically, but emotionally, I was a mess. I very clearly remember times when I could hardly wait for school to be over so I could go home, and then at home, I could hardly wait for the time to go to school, so I could get out of that situation. Don't get me wrong. I didn't have a horrible home life. My family did the best the could. I just had no skills for dealing with conflict, and there was a lot of conflict in our home at that time. Often after school I would take a nap until dinner. I do think that part of it was that I was tired. I also think that part of it was that I was avoiding having to deal with people.
College provided some of the best experiences of my life, but also some of the worst. I met people that opened my eyes and mind to things I had never considered. I also saw hypocrisy that appalled me. I met people who claimed to believe certain things, but their actions seemed completely opposite. Still stuck in my "obey the rules" thinking, it really shook me.
During college, I also met people and had experiences that helped me to discover who I really am and what I believe. Through music, I learned how to trust and to be open. I can't always apply it in other areas, but this was a start.
All my years in school also took a toll mentally and physically. The depression was finally diagnosed, but it would be many years before I really understood it and gained some control over it. Depression, hormonal imbalances, allergies and fibromyalgia all played a part in making my life miserable during those years. I believe that the allergies and fibromyalgia were present then, even though it was much later that they were finally diagnosed and I began treatment for them. But even in those dark days, there were moments of brightness, when I felt joy. I had some amazing experiences and loved the intellectual challenge of all of that.
Ten years ago, I was in the middle of a DMA program in Vocal Performance when I realized I just couldn't do it any more. I couldn't keep doing what everyone else thought I should be doing. And I couldn't keep pushing myself to such extremes physically. I quit school and took every little part time job I could get to get by. And I think there were a few years that I actually pushed myself even harder than when I had been in school. But I also paid off a huge amount of debt. And I started to learn about what I wanted and who I was.
I still have a huge balance to pay off on my student loans, but over the last few years, I've cut back on work to take care of myself more physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I've learned to say no. There is still a lot of guilt, but it doesn't feel as bad as when I push my body too far. I've learned to listen to my body, and most of the time, I'm able to adjust things to get the rest and care I need so that things don't get really bad. I had even lost a lot of weight and was happy most of the time. When I started letting the world tell me how to live my life and spend my time, that started to slip. I've gained back all of the weight, plus a few pounds, and I'm about 50-50 for good days and bad days. But, now I know what I need to do, and I'm starting over again. I've completely cut out the foods that I know I can't manage with moderation. And I'm going to the gym more regularly again. I'm also taking time to just be still.
This is a good time in my life. I'm not a little kid. I'm not the trying to figure out what I want in life. I'm not trying to prove to the world how successful I can be. I'm finding what makes me happy, where I want to be with my life, and I care a lot less about what other people think of me. Yes, it's true that what the world thinks will never be completely removed from my mind, but it bothers me a lot less these days.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Christians To Blame For Secular Christmas - ParentDish
Christians To Blame For Secular Christmas - ParentDish
Christians To Blame For Secular Christmas - ParentDish
Christians To Blame For Secular Christmas - ParentDish
Let's make Christmas more about remembering Christ and becoming more like him.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
My Day--My Life
I only pushed snooze twice this morning before finally turning the alarm off and the light on. I didn't really want to face the day yet, so instead of getting up, I grabbed my iPhone and checked the school closings on the news website. The list was huge, so I scrolled down to the R's to look for our district. I couldn't believe it when our district was on the list. I had to check the district website and my own school email before I felt OK about not getting ready for work. Then I was so excited I couldn't go back to sleep, so I got up with big plans to accomplish a lot today.
I tend to be wary of good news and check it out before I let myself get excited. I'm not sure why I do that, but it is a part of who I am. I also tend to get really excited about things early on and sometimes give myself too much to accomplish.
When I checked my email on my phone, I realized that I needed to immediately take care of something that I needed to do on the computer and not on the phone. A few hours later, I had checked Facebook (several times), Goodreads, and email and had caught up on all my blog reading. I had also found a great Christmas present idea on one of the blogs and worked on that for awhile too.
It's easy for me to get sucked into lots of other things which means I'm usually working on several projects at the same time. I will also almost always choose computer work (or play) over housework.
But, my bathroom floor really needed to be cleaned, so it cooked up a devious little plan with the toilet to get my attention. Maybe the washer was in on it too, I'm not sure. Anyway, when the toilet ran over, I handled it calmly and quickly grabbed the bleachable towels and threw them on the floor. They were super absorbent so it didn't take long to clean up the mess. The towels went straight from the floor to the washer and became the first load of laundry for the day. I figured that as long as I had to scrub the floor, I might as well do it right and clean the baseboards too. The toilet, floor, baseboards, and washer are all much happier now knowing that I still care about them.
I really handled the whole toilet thing quite well. Sometimes in life things happen that we wish didn't, and you can either do something about it or let it create bigger problems.
I also trimmed my nails today and put oil on my awful looking cuticles. Then I did several cleaning projects that involved getting my hands wet or needing to wash them several times.
Sometimes we try to do a good thing (the oil), and the rest if life undoes it. Actually that seems to be a theme in my life. The important part is that I tried. Maybe I'll try again just before bed.
Today I ran the dishwasher AND put the dishes away when it was done. Isn't there some law against that? Like the law that leftovers can't be thrown away immediately but must be refrigerated until fuzzy and then thrown away. Or the law that if you are folding towels while watching TV, you must hold each towel for a minimum if 2 minutes before actually folding it and picking up another.
I totally expected Murphy's law to kick in when I went out to shovel the snow. Here's the thing--I'm not supposed to have to shovel it. I rent and in the lease it says they will take care of snow removal. It doesn't say when. The first plow came through in the morning, but since the people whose garages are next to mine park outside of the garages, the plow didn't cut in to clean out the space in front if my garage. It's a good thing I didn't have to go to work today. There is no way I could have got the car out through the massive drift in front of the door. So this afternoon when there was only an hour of daylight left, I put on 3 pairs of pants, two sweaters, my coat, and two pairs of gloves and went out to shovel. I'm surprised I could move with all I was wearing to stay warm, but I got the job done. That was the point when I expected Murphy's law to kick in. The plow should have been there right as I finished, but it wasn't. It still hasn't come.
So what did I learn from this? Murphy doesn't have power over everything in my life! Yeah! This is also representative of how I deal with most hard things. I would rather do it myself than call to complain, or ask someone to help me. It's not always a good thing, but I have learned that there isn't much I can't do by myself if I really try.
So, that was my day. What did you do?
-- Posted from my iPhone
Monday, December 7, 2009
The Fibro Dilemmas
One of the best things to help the pain is exercise. Exercise releases endorphins which help kill the pain. Exercise also increases blood flow which helps to relax the muscles. However, there are some times when exercise is just too much and I end up feeling worse. Tonight I really want to go to the gym, but my leg is already bothering me and was hurting just walking. Do I go to the gym and fight through the first 30-40 minutes in pain? Yes, sometimes it takes that long for the good stuff to kick in. Or do I take a day off and rest?
Which brings me to the next dilemma--I need lots of rest and sleep, but if I stay in the same position too long, when I do move, there is a lot of stiffness and pain. Will going to bed early help me feel better tomorrow, or will too many hours in bed make me feel worse?
The hard part is that there isn't a formula for figuring out the right answers. Two situations that seem exactly the same could yield completely opposite results. That's the fun part of Fibromyalgia. Throw in the fact that with Fibro fog it is hard to think clearly, and it really becomes fun.
OK, enough complaining. Time for meds.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Dreams
Or, since most of the time the person tries to smother me, it could mean that I'm having trouble breathing through my nose and should take a decongestant before bed. I'm 90% sure that that is what it is. But still it makes me wonder.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Goodbye NaNoWriMo
1. My imagination needs the work out. I read a lot, and although that involves imagination, it is using someone else's creativity rather than my own. Nanowrimo reminds me of my own personal need to create and gives me a wonderful venue for that.
2. I could and probably should write all year, but the realities of life often push writing to the bottom of the list. For one month during Nanowrimo, I can let the other things be less important, and let this less developed talent take center stage.
3. It gives me a chance once a year to do something hard for no other reason than I want to.
4. The most important reason I still do nano is for the people. At first for me it really was about the writing, but now it is about relationships. Through forums and write-ins, I watched people of all ages and walks of life come together with a common goal. We encourage each other when we think we'll never make it. We comfort those whose real life challenges keep them from reaching their nano goals. We remind each other that it's not really about if we make 50000 or not (even though we all want it desperately.) It is about how we change and grow through the process. We cheer wildly and sing rousing versions of "We Are the Champions" in public places when people cross the finish line.
We do crazy things like a 28 hour write-in tour. No I didn't make the whole tour, but I had a great time.
Last night I even stayed out way too late to do the final countdown with my fellow writers.
To all those NaNoWriMo friends-- Congratulations on your victory. Whether you "won" or not, you faced a difficult task with courage (although some of my other friends might call it insanity) and did something amazing that most people are never even brave enough to try. See you tonight at the party!
-- Posted from my iPhone
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Happy Thanksgiving!
I've spent most of the day being lazy--sleeping, eating, a little writing, but basically taking it easy. And it needed it.
And now I start the part of my day where I really celebrate Thanksgiving. A week or two ago, I wrote about an email I had received about not taking Christ out of Christmas. Today I address the people that want to take Thanksgiving out of Thanksgiving. OK, probably no one really does, but I hate calling it Turkey Day. First of all, my family also has a turkey for Christmas and sometimes even for New Year's so calling Thanksgiving Day Turkey Day doesn't really make it a unique and special holiday. And, why do so many of us just eat turkey for the holidays. Turkey is a great low fat protein source that we could be eating year round.
And if I argue that we shouldn't have one day set aside just for Turkeys, perhaps I should remind myself that we shouldn't have just one day set aside for giving thanks either.
So, here are some things that I am thankful for. The list isn't complete, but it does contain things that are important to me at this moment.
I am thankful for music.
I am thankful for technology that allows me to connect with people across the world that share similar goals, values, and desires.
I am thankful for choices.
I am thankful for the chance to start over.
I am thankful for the blessing of seeing the world and all in it as inseparably connected.
I am thankful for people that reach out and share of their abundance.
I am thankful for a home, a bed to sleep in, food to eat. It's easy to compare what I have to what I want and feel deprived, but I have so much more than so many people in the world.
I am thankful that I was taught to love others regardless of whether or not I agree with the choices they make in their lives.
I am thankful for an example of giving without thought of the personal risk or consequences.
I am thankful for family and friends that love me, even when I am not being very lovable.
I am thankful for a job I love and a chance to share something I love with my students.
I am thankful for the beauty of nature, and the opportunity to remember that it doesn't have to be a sun-shiny day with bright flowers to be beautiful.
I am thankful for teachers, both those that teach as a profession, and those that have just been at the right place and the right time to help me learn something important.
Now I'm off to do more celebrating.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Thoughts for the day
If you don't have a plan, how can you change it?
-- Posted from my iPhone
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Winter solstice
I can't handle the dark anymore and I'm very much looking forward to longer days. I can handle the ice and snow if I have some sun.
Any suggestions for what I should do?
-- Posted from my iPhone
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Why the Christmas Gifts This Year Will Be Cheap (I Mean Inexpensive)
July--Purchased iPhone for my studio. Not cheap, but oh so worth it.
October--Car repairs. Stupid little things. The parts weren't much. It was the labor that made the bill so big.
--I had the furnace and furnace ducts cleaned. The same company also cleaned the bird's nest and all the backed up lint out of my dryer vent.
--Paid for the expensive, "empowered water" people to come clean my carpets. Yes, the carpets are cleaner and no chemicals were involved, but I'm not sure it's amazing enough to pay that price again.
November--The Dentist. At least it was only a cleaning, check-up and oral cancer screening. But $200??? And that was with the discount for paying that day. I should just be glad I can put off the crowns awhile longer. After reviewing my sleep study from couple of years ago, the dentist also recommended a splint to wear at night to help with the snoring. I said I'd wait on that. I sleep alone and the neighbors aren't banging on the walls yet.
--I still need to buy a plane ticket to WA which won't be cheap.
I'm really not complaining. Life is expensive. I know that. I just want you to know that your small and inexpensive, but meaningful gift was chosen because I am broke, not because I don't love you.
Pep talk
I hope you enjoy it. I'll try to comment more about it later.
http://www.nanowrimo.org/node/3457857
Friday, November 20, 2009
Putting Happy Back in My Holidays
When I was in college, somehow my birthday almost always fell during finals week. Happy Birthday! Not! My birthday month was connected with stress and sleep deprivation.
As I left school and began my life as a working professional, other stressors entered the December fun. How do I pay for the plane ticket home, or if I don't go home will they all be mad? What do I buy for family members that I only see once a year and don't really know all that well anymore? Oh yeah, and it can't cost very much. Then there were years when 1 or more of the grandparents were living with my parents and there were simply too many adults in the same house. When I couldn't handle the conversation (if you could call it that) I'd get up and go to the kitchen for some fudge. I ate a lot of fudge one year.
Then there is all the stress of holiday performances, both my own and those of my students. Then there are all the parties to go to, some of which I enjoy, but all of which take time that I wish I could use for other things.
OK, this post is not really about all the horrible things about the holidays. It's really about what I've been doing and what I'm planning to do this year to reclaim the joy of the holiday season and let go of some of the stress.
First we have to get through Thanksgiving. I'm doing things a little differently this year. OK, a lot different. I'm doing the eat-too-much-wonderful-food thing this week. And then I am spending Thanksgiving alone. No, please do not feel sorry for me and invite me over. I want to do this. I am choosing it. Rather than waiting for January 1, Thanksgiving Day is the day that I am starting a new phase of my life. And I will be celebrating quietly at home. I'm putting together a list of music that I want to list to that reminds me of all the wonderful things that I am thankful for. So far the list includes Mahler's "Ich bin der Welt abhanden gekommen"(I have a couple of really good performances of it that I will be listening to), John Denver's "It Amazes Me", and the Mormon Tabernacle Choir singing Mack Wilberg's setting of Oliver Wendell Holmes text," Thou Gracious God, Whose Mercy Lends". Feel free to send recommendations of other songs to add to the list.
I've decided not to let myself get stressed this December. My calendar is currently as full as I'm going to allow it to be. I'm emailing the family to find out what everybody needs and/or wants for Christmas. Then I at least have some ideas. I'm going to listen to Christmas music--good Christmas music--everyday. I might even decorate this year. If it's all still up in April, you can come over and help me put it away.
What I'm not going to do in December is let the sugar control my life. Yes I love it, but it really doesn't love me, and I'm pretty sure that the world doesn't love me much when I've had too much sugar. So, this year, the holidays are not going to be about food. I'm going to find other ways to celebrate that don't involve food, caffeine, or alcohol. I'm going to do things that make me happy.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Diversity
I spent this weekend with a huge and crazy group of writers. We come from many walks of life, but are united by our crazy desire to write a 50,000 word novel in the month of November. The people I was with this weekend were maybe a little crazier than most Nanowrimo participants. You see, we were on a 28 hour write-in tour. Yes, 28 hours of writing. Granted, most of us didn't do the whole tour, but most people were there for quite awhile.
But I'm not here to talk about Nanowrimo or the tour. This post is about diversity. Diversity has become the rallying cry of the liberals, and practically a swear word among the conservatives. I was reminded this weekend just how diverse my friends are.
At the first write-in stop I overheard an interesting conversation. Someone was complaining about a friend/relative's complete anti-gay stance and this person's complete lack of morals in his/her own life while they continued to stand in judgement of homosexuals. Then I heard, "Don't get me wrong, I really do like Christians, it's just..." and the rest doesn't really matter. I just found it quite amusing that in the middle of Lutheran Minnesota, I was a minority as a Christian in this group. I had never really considered their religious beliefs or affiliations. That is not what our relationships are based on.
My friends are my friends because we share common interests. That doesn't mean we agree on everything. We shouldn't. That would be boring. I am friends with writers because of our love of writing. I am friends with musicians because of our love of music. And in both of those groups, I meet a wide variety of people with extremely diverse lives and beliefs. It's not my job to make them see the world like I do. My job is to take them as they are and build a friendship from the things we have in common.
This week, I received a well intentioned email reminding me that I shouldn't succumb to the pressures of the world to say "Happy Holidays" instead of "Merry Christmas". I shouldn't let the world take Christ out of this holiday. I was both pleased that these people were sharing their beliefs and saddened that according to this email, wishing my Jewish friend and co-worker "Happy Holidays" was compromising my own beliefs. I grew up in a small isolated community where the majority of the people belonged to one Christian church. I knew there were "others" out there, but non-members tended to downplay that status focusing instead on other things. In this community I knew very few non-Christians. Merry Christmas was a greeting that made sense in this community. In my current community, I encounter people of many religions, or no religion. Part of being a community is respecting those differences. I know some Christians who would be very upset if someone wished them a "Happy Hanukkah" or invited them to a Winter Solstice party. I think "Happy Holidays" is a great way to say, "Hey I'm celebrating. I don't know what you are celebrating, but I wish you the best anyway." Anyway, that was the long way of saying, "Dear Christian friends, please don't get on my case if I slip up and say Happy Holidays, instead of Merry Christmas. I wish all of my friends peace and happiness."
(My internet keeps disconnecting. Is it God telling me not to post this, or Satan placing obstacles in the way of my doing what is right?)
Now on to an even touchier subject. This week two Facebook friends posted references to the Catholic church threatening to stop serving the homeless in DC if the city doesn't change a proposed same-sex marriage law. While I think it is sad, I also believe that the Catholic Church has the right to make that choice. Instead of complaining that they will stop giving, perhaps the rest of us can consider how we can give more.
I will defend the right of a church to choose whom they will serve, to determine what they consider sin, and to choose how much to include or not include homosexuals in their church meetings and rituals.
I will also stand with my gay friends in defense of their rights to be treated with dignity and fairness, including matters of marriage and domestic partnerships.
Is there anyone out there that isn't mad at me now?
Friday, November 13, 2009
Sleep
What does sleep mean to you? At different points in my life, it has meant different things.
In high school, when I was really depressed, it was both a response to the extreme fatigue accompanying the depression, and an escape from things I didn't want to deal with.
In college, sleep was for people that didn't have very much to accomplish--people that weren't concerned about their grades and weren't involved in too many things. I had a goal to get 8 hours of sleep for the 2 weeks before any major performance. I knew my body needed sleep, I just couldn't justify wasting the time, except when a performance was coming up. I remember many nights getting home from rehearsals after 10pm, doing homework, going to bed and then being down at the concert hall practing by 6am the next morning. That kind of schedule would kill me today.
I have fibromyalgia, a syndrome that is connected to poor sleep. If I don't get a sufficient amount of quality sleep, the pain, depression, fatigue, and other symptoms are much worse. This week I have gone to bed insanely early, leaving dishes in the sink and other housework undone, but I have felt so much better.
I also am an extremely creative dreamer and can often influence the direction my dreams take. I must admit, that sometimes I sleep because I really enjoy dreaming, even the really weird and bizarre dreams.
Here's a poem from John Fletcher that I absolutely love. I hope you do too.
Come, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving
Lock me in delight awhile;
Let some pleasing dream beguile
All my fancies; that from thence
I may feel an influence
All my powers of care bereaving.
Though but a shadow, but a sliding,
Let me know some little joy!
We that suffer long annoy
Are contented with a thought
Through an idle fancy wrought:
O let my joys have some abiding!
John Fletcher
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Choices
Sometimes choices are easy, like when one is obviously good and another is obviously bad and you're not tempted by the bad one at all. But most choices in life aren't like that. Even the ones that are obviously good or bad often have extenuating circumstances attached.
Sometimes a choice must be made and no option seems like the right one. We have to examine all the possibilities and choose the one that will cause the least damage, that will hurt others the least.
Sometimes a choice must be made between things that are good and right. These are the hardest, for me at least. For the last several weeks I have had to daily choose to do 1 of 3 things when I really want and need to do them all. They are not even things that I can choose to rotate. They all have to happen every day or I can't cope physically and emotionally with all that is thrown at me. But lately, it's getting hard to do even one. Yes, I've tried a little of each, but that doesn't seem to work either, so everyday, based on the circumstances of that day, I have to decide if I want to rest, exercise, or practice my singing. Maybe this seems trivial and not all that important to you, but it is to me.
Singing is not only related to my profession, but it feeds my soul. There are days that are bleak and depressing, but my through my practice time, I am able to find peace and experience beauty. I leave a better and happier person.
Exercise is also daily must in my life. Because of my fibromyalgia and other health issues, it is essential that I exercise every day. If I don't, I have more pain, more tension, and more fatigue. I also need exercise to balance my brain chemistry. When I don't exercise I have more anxiety, depression, and I'm far more easily annoyed at little things that I should be able to let go.
Fibromyalgia has as one of its symptoms/causes poor sleep. When the body doesn't get the rest it needs, there is more pain and generally more of all the other not so wonderful symptoms. So sleep and not pushing myself to hard is also important. How am I supposed to choose?
I know that part of what I am to learn in this life is how to choose wisely and move toward balance. I don't really think that there are right/wrong answers to most things that we must choose between. I think it's like the Kobayashi Maru test (from Star Trek), a no-win scenario. The test isn't about win or lose, it's about how you perform under pressure, what choices you make when there is no right way. I think that the only true failure is in not trying. So I keep doing the best I can, and hopefully something good will eventually come from it.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Overwhelmed
I saved the freak out for when I got home. It's a good thing I don't drink. As it is, my using food (especially sugar and chocolate) to self medicate may kill me almost as quickly as alcoholism. At least my chocolate binge tonight was dark chocolate. I had lots of flavanol antioxidants.
I can make it to Christmas break, I hope. I hate living like this, but I'm just going to have to do the most important stuff and let the rest slide. And take a lot of deep breaths.
-- Posted from my iPhone
Monday, November 2, 2009
Theme songs
To be honest, I can only think of two of them at the moment, but I want to share them with you. When I was in college, I discovered the musical The Secret Garden, and "Hold On" became my theme song. Sometimes I heard a dear friend sing it to me, and sometimes I was singing it to myself. Those were very dark years in my life. The only thing that kept me going was the hope that there was something better down the road. "Child, hold on, it's this day, not you, that's bound to go away."
The year 2000 was a major turning point in my life. "Hold On" was still my theme for a few more years, but soon it was replaced by "Defying Gravity" from Wicked. I felt energized and enthused and ready to take on the world. I was making my own choices, finding my own path and I no longer felt that I had to live up to the expectations of everyone else.
"Something has changed within me Something is not the same I'm through with playing by the rules Of someone else's game Too late for second-guessing Too late to go back to sleep It's time to trust my instincts Close my eyes: and leap!"
I'm still working on finding my own path, but "Defying Gravity" isn't really my theme song anymore. I'm not sure what is. I'm in a calmer place now, no longer fighting to survive, or fighting to live my own life.
I have some favorite songs, like Mahler's "Ich bin der Welt Abhanden Gekommen", but I'm not sure that I would really call it a theme song. And I love the Brahms, Strauss, and Puccini I'm working on now, but the despair and loss most of them present are also not where my life is now.
I'm not sure this is my theme song, but today it makes me happy. John Denver's "Sunshine on my Shoulders"
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high.
I love the sun and hope more sunny days are on the way.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
What will you do with your extra hour?
After 2 days of doing almost nothing, I think I overdid it a little yesterday. I cleaned most of the house, did some grocery shopping, and went over to the school to practice for awhile. It might not seem like much, but I think it was too much for me. I don't feel well this morning. Stupid!
So...I will probably use my extra hour this afternoon for an extra long nap.
Or...since it is the first day of NaNoWriMo, I might start work on my novel. I just have to decide which one I want to do. Should I do the one about shape-shifting dragons, time travel, and saving the world from a Dragon of Chaos with plans to rule the human race?
OR
Should I write about the girl with psi powers who was raised in a cult that abused her until she buried her talents so deep she may never again regain full control. She just found out that her biological father (that she never knew) is the man responsible for the war and he has plans for world domination. Only one person is powerful enough to stop him, and she can only do that if she finds a way to access and control her own gifts.
I was leaning toward the second idea since it is basically a re-telling of last year's story but from a different character's perspective. I know the world. I know the plot. I know the characters (and I'm excited to write last year's good guys as the people standing in her way). But, it's going to be really dark. That's good because it will help me write through some of my own darkness and frustration that I'm dealing with. It's bad because I don't know that I want to deal with depressing stuff all month. If I go with this option, I'll have to find a way to add some light scenes, maybe as memories or something.
The advantage of doing the dragon story is that I have pages and pages of character and plot notes, plus I really like the idea. The down side is that since this is my first work with these characters and their world, I don't really know them or how their world works yet.
Worst case scenario, I could write a book within a book. Whenever I get bored with one story, one of the characters can read a favorite novel.
Maybe I should just stop writing this and get to work on a novel.
-- Posted from my iPhone
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Plans derailed
I also didn't get to go to the gym, but did do some core work and stretching each day. It's not much, but it is better than nothing.
Since I haven't been miserable, I think it's probably just allergies and not anything contagious. I really did need some down time though, so hopefully this rest will help my immune system to keep fighting off all the germs that I can't avoid at school. But tomorrow, I really do need to return to the real world and get some work done.
-- Posted from my iPhone
Sunday, October 25, 2009
NaNoWriMo
Although NaNoWriMo doesn't officially start until Nov. 1, gearing up for it starts this week. On Wednesday and Friday I have writers' group/write-ins where we will do some discussing of our November plans and/or working on outlines, plot, etc. Thursday is the big kick off party.
If you don't hear from me for awhile, it's because I'm lost in the land of noveling. Hopefully, I'll remember to post a few updates here. If you are interested in knowing what all of this is about, or interested in joining the craziness, go to www.nanowrimo.org.
By the way, since the exercise journals were incredibly boring, I've decided to hide my exercise reports in other blogs. Just so you know, there has only been one day that I haven't done any exercise. The bad thing was, I didn't even realize it until the next morning.
Happy Noveling!
Friday, October 16, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Doing what needs to be done
Today I had the furnace, heating vents, and dryer vents cleaned. A bird's nest was completely blocking the dryer vent. No wonder the laundry was taking so long to dry.
Apparently I didn't get enough sleep last night. I took a 3 hour nap this afternoon.
I couldn't force myself to go to the gym tonight, but I really needed some exercise. Tonight I walked while reading, taking a break at the end of each chapter to do some speed walking, stretching, wall push ups, or core work. During those breaks I also checked my memorization on my German songs.
Even though I did a lot of sleeping today, I felt pretty good about the fact that I was able to get done what needed to be done.
During the next couple of long weekends, I need to get a few other things done that I've been putting off, like buying a new bed and getting the carpets cleaned. Sometimes you've just got to bite the bullet and do it.
-- Posted from my iPhone
Monday, October 12, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Exercise journal 10/10/09 & 10/11/09
Tonight I couldn't convince myself to get dressed again and go to the gym, so I just did dancing at home. I must still be tired, because I couldn't really get onto it tonight.
-- Posted from my iPhone
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Icebergs
As I'm sure you know, the part of the iceberg that is visible above the water is usually a very small percentage of the full iceberg. Although what is above the water line is dangerous, it is what is below the water line that is the real iceberg and because we cannot see it, it poses a greater risk.
I wish I could just reprint these illustrations for you, but I will do my best to describe them. When looking at the iceberg that is called "Tantrums", we see that the specific behaviors lying above the water line are screams without apparent cause, self-injurious, and destroys toys. If we respond only to those behaviors that we see, noone is going to be happy, and nothing will improve. If we look at and work with the underlying deficits, that part of the tantrums that lies below the water line of our iceberg, we have a chance of changing things for the better. Those underlying deficits are unable to communicate needs, emotional inconsistency, poor understanding of the situation, strong need for closure or sameness and low frustration tolerance. To be honest, if I were a parent dealing just with the specific behaviors described here, I would probably be an abusive parent. But looking at the underlying causes helps me to love this child more and look for ways to help him or her.
Let's move this concept beyond autism. Take for example the social/political situation in the middle east. It's very easy to condemn those horrible people and what they are doing to their neighbors based solely on religious differences, but when you take a look at the last few thousand years of history in that region, or even the last hundred years, the lines between the good guys and the bad guys become blurred. You start to understand why they feel wronged and why they feel entitled to the land and the government of the people.
And what about our health? How many of us go to the doctor because we want him/her to fix what is wrong, meaning make the pain or disease go away? Do we take the time and interest to ask why it may have occurred in the first place? Western medicine is improving in this area, but I think we have a long way to go.
I love my fibromyalgia and I bet you won't find many people that will say that. The reason I love it is because my body is constantly reminding me of what it needs. If I treat it with love and compassion, it is much kinder to me. It's very easy to treat the pain with meds, and the fatigue with sugar and caffeine, but it is a short term fix, and in the long run, makes things worse instead of better. When I am in pain, I need to look at why. Is my stress level too high? Have I missed too many workouts? (Endorphins are amazing.) Have I consumed too much sugar and/or caffeine or even carbohydrates in general? Although they help with the fatigue, they make the pain and inflammation much worse. If I'm tired or not sleeping well, I need to look at why? Is it the rebound from the sugar and caffeine? Have I missed my daily deep breathing exercises? Is my bed in dire need of replacement? The answer to that last one is a definite yes.
Finally, I need to be asking the question "Why?" more as I work with my students. It used to create great frustration when my very talented students wouldn't practice, but as I've come to understand some of the their reasons, it bothers me less. Rather than the lecture on how they'll never improve if they don't spend hours practicing, I now try to help them find ways to fit in whatever they can in their lives and we're all happier.
It is also easy to treat a vocal "symptom" without ever addressing the actual cause. Here's my favorite example and one that I'm constantly dealing with with my students. The [i] vowel can be a singer's best friend or their worst enemy. For those of you not familiar with IPA, I'm referring to the ee sound like in the word cheese. In fact, think of that horrible bright smiley word that photographers have you say to make you smile and you'll understand why choir directors hate this vowel. As it is normally spoken, it is very bright, shallow, and horizontal. If sung in the same manner, its sound jumps out of the texture of the music and doesn't blend well at all. Some choir directors will have students change all [i] sounds to [I] as in the word skin. Others use other ways to manipulate the sound of the group vowel. But what happens too often is that when kids come to me, I discover that their perception of the fix has totally destroyed anything even closely related to the [i] vowel. Often the kids are pulling their tongues way back. Yes, it does take the piercing sound out, but now the vowel jumps out of the texture in the other direction. You have beautiful clear sound, and then a really muffled swallowed [i] vowel breaks that line. In the choir teacher's defense, they cannot check how every student is interpretting their instructions. They just hear the overall result of the choir. When the choir [i] is what they want to hear, they assume that the individuals are creating it correctly.
The true and beautiful [i] sound is not achieved by changing the vowel or by pulling it back. It is achieved through making it vertical and releasing the tension in the jaw and tongue. That [i] is wonderfully resonant AND lines up with everything around it.
When a student seems to not even try when given new instructions, it's easy to decide that they don't care, that they are just oppositional by nature, or as one teacher decided about me, that there is just something wrong with the student. To be honest, there was something wrong, several somethings actually, but what was most damaging about her assessment was that it seemed to imply that I was hopelessly flawed and couldn't be fixed. It's easy to assign labels based on behavior. It takes more work, more time and more energy to find the underlying causes beneath those behaviors.
Although I started out this blog with icebergs as big, scary dangers, I think we also can use that metaphor for good things too. Is there something under that ice we see as good behavior, or is it just floating on the water with no real anchor beneath?
I think that one of the reasons that many people avoid organized religion is because of all the do's and don'ts. At some points in our development, both as cultures and individuals, we need list of behaviors that are and are not appropriate. Without something like that, civilization crumbles. However, getting to Heaven is not just about doing or not doing certain things. Many, many years ago, the final line to the Mormon children's song "I am a Child of God" read, "teach me all that I must know to live with him someday." At the recommendation of the prophet, the line was changed to "teach me all that I must do to live with him someday, " indicating that knowing the right things is not enough; we must do them. A former voice teacher told me something to the effect of knowing and not doing is the same as not knowing. Yes, doing is important. Knowing and doing are important, but I would suggest that even that is not enough. It's a great first step, but we must also understanding and become.
When Christ was asked about the most important commandment, he replied that there were two--Love god, and love your neighbors. Joseph Smith said, "teach them correct principles and they will govern themselves." Christ's love and Joseph Smith's principles are the iceberg. The do's and don'ts are the results, the visible portions above the waterline, or a least they should be. The bigger more important part is what is under (and behind and motivating) those behaviors. "Teach me all that I must be and understand" doesn't fit in the music, but I want to make sure that it fits in my life.
My new kitchen floor
Let me give you a little housekeeping history. My maternal grandmother was a stay at home mom. She was very involved in her church and community, but her number one job was feeding, clothing, and caring for her family and their home. She was an amazing cook and seamstress. I remember ironing sheets and pillow cases at her house, and I don't think she was just teaching me how to iron. I could be wrong about this, but I think she really did iron sheets.
My mother usually had at least one part-time job, not because she wanted to work, but because we needed the money. In addition to keeping her own home clean and beautiful, she often cleaned for other people. My father was an only child and had served in the Navy so he was also taught to clean. And my parents taught us to clean. Several years ago, my brother and his friend volunteered to clean the kitchen for my sister-in-law. For most men, that would mean doing the dishes and wiping off the counters. If I remember correctly, their day included scrubbing the walls with a bleach solution and alphabetizing the refrigerator. I remember one day when my dad told me to clean the bathroom and them come outside and help with whatever project he was doing. More than an hour later, he came back in to see why I hadn't come out yet, and I was still cleaning the bathroom. I don't remember for sure, but I think I was cleaning the light fixtures at that point. (OK, there is a possibility I was being more thorough than usually because I didn't want to go outside.)
As you can see, I have a lot of cleaning history. But my life is very different from that of my mother or my grandmother. I work full-time. I am self-employed, so with all the business side of things, I'm usually working a lot more than 40 hours a week. I also have chronic health problems. I could make myself sick trying to keep a house that my grandmother would appove of, or I can live with the "not as clean as I'd like it to be" and have a little sanity and less stress in my life. Yes, sometimes, like with the kitchen floor, things do get a little out of hand, but it hasn't killed me yet. And yes, it might bug me if I saw someone else's house looking like this. But the truth is I really am happier when I'm not so freaked out about how the house looks. The nice part is that I live alone and don't have a lot of people over, so I rarely feel the need to clean as part of "image management".
Those of you readers that are in my meal exchange group don't have to worry. I do clean the kitchen before I cook the food that I share with you. Not the bleach the walls and alphabetize the refrigerator clean, but clean enough that I'm not sending disgusting germs to your home.
I'd better wrap this up now, so I can go clean the floors. Yeah for Saturdays. Without them, nothing would get done.
They say that cleanliness is next to godliness, and to a certain point I agree. I also think that sometimes, like in the story of Mary and Martha, we need to do less cleaning and cooking and detail work and take the time to be with God.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Exercise journal 10/8/09
This morning I did stretches and core work. Tonight I walked around the house while reading. Not exactly good cardio, but at least I was moving.
-- Posted from my iPhone
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Exercise journal 10/7/09
-- Posted from my iPhone
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Exercise Journal 10/5/09 and 10/6/09
In fact, even though I haven't gone to the gym yet, I'm posting that I'm going and counting this as my practice journal for today. Now I have to go. It would be to embarrassing to print a retraction.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Love
The scripture on my "Scripture a Day" calendar for yesterday was Moroni 7:48. The proceeding verses discuss charity and closely parallel 1 Corithinians Chapter 13. After a discussion of what charity is and isn't, we get verse 48:
"Wherefore, my beloved brethren, pray unto the Father with all the energy of heart, that ye may be filled with this love, which he hath bestowed upon all who are true followers of his Son, Jesus Christ; that ye may become the sons of God; that when he shall appear we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is; that we may have this hope; that we may be purified even as he is pure. Amen."
I've always read this verse with each of the "that" phrases set apart by a semi-colon referring to what we are praying for. And I can still see very good arguments for that interpretation, but what about this? What if we are praying to be filled with the love, and because we are filled with the love the other things occur?
We become the sons (or daughters) of God, not through prayer, but through love, both His for us, and ours for Him and everyone else.
We shall be like him, not through prayer, but because we share the same love. We see him as he is because we see him through love.
We have hope, not through prayer, but through love. We can hope for these things because we understand his love for us.
We are purified and he is pure, not through prayer, but through love. Love is a purifier.
This is not a prayer bashing post. We still need to pray for that kind of love, but at this point in my life, I see the rest of the verse as results of love, not prayer directly.
Thoughts?
Differences and Similarities
At the school workshop, they spent quite a bit of time with the early childhood social interaction difficulties. Because I'm not a developing infant or toddler, nor do I work with them, I'm going to skip over that. One item that continues to be a problem through the teenage years, is the inability to read facial expressions and understanding what other people are feeling. I've always felt that I was pretty good at this. In fact, sometimes I feel what others feel too strongly. But thinking about facial expressions got me thinking about how I interpret the facial expression of my students on the autism spectrum. When most kids look bored and won't make eye contact, it means they are bored and/or not paying attention. I need to remember that autism spectrum kids aren't going to give me the same physical and facial feedback, but they still might be engaged. On a humorous note, one of the slides they showed that they use to test young children for autism is a smiley face picture and 4 candies with the question, "Which chocolate will Charlie take?" The idea is that the kids see "Charlie's" eyes looking up toward the Milky Way bar. Normal kids immediately know that that is the one he wants. Kids with autism can't figure it out. I hadn't figured it out by the time they explained it, because I was stuck on the fact that one of the candies was "Smarties" and those are not chocolate. I was so thrown by this and the question about chocolate that I hadn't even looked at Charlie's eyes.
As they discussed social difficulties for older students, I did see some similarities in my own life, but my diagnosis is social anxiety. They talked about how if asked to work on a group project, kids on the autism spectrum have trouble participating. They either take over the whole thing, or don't do anything. That is so me. Although as a teacher I can see the benefits of group work, as a student I despised it. I can be a leader or a follower, but I'm just now at this point in my life learning how to be a team player, an equal with those around me.
Again, related to my social anxiety, I understand the person with autism that has difficulty building and maintaining relationships. It's all about knowing how to play the game, and people with social anxiety or autism spectrum disorders don't understand all the rules of the game. It doesn't mean we can't have relationships, but it does mean that it's harder than the difficulty the rest of the world has with relationships.
In the area of communication/comprehension, the area that fascinated me with regards to my own experience was echolalic speech. Some kids can parrot back impressive information, but don't really understand the information or how to use it in a different context. I have an excellent memory for factual memorization and therefore graduated at the top of my class. I don't know that I would do as well in today's education system where so much is about applying the knowledge. I can give you the facts, but have more difficulty in applying it to new situations. That's why word problems were so tough for me in math. The funny part here is that I really do feel like I am a good voice teacher and teaching voice is all about applying the facts to different situations since no two students have the same issues or respond in the same ways.
They talked a lot about how concrete autism spectrum kids are in their communication. They don't understand metaphor, sarcasm, etc. Metaphors, imagery, and sarcasm are my life, although I'm trying to cut back on the sarcasm. This is one area where I have no understanding of what these kids are experiencing. Metaphors and imagery is how I take the meaningless facts and make them mean something. So much of singing is seeing beyond the the words written on the page. I don't know how to talk interpretation without asking, "What do you think this imagery means? What do you think the character feels?" Yes, I know that these kids feel, but how do I go about getting them to understand what a character is feeling? And when I put it that way, I realize that it's the same as with any other kid--you have to relate it to something they do understand. I still don't know what to do though about kids that don't get metaphors and imagery.
Believe it or not, social interaction and communication were the two areas that I didn't have much in common with those on the autism spectrum. Sensory issues, however, are very easy for me to understand. I have fibromyalgia. There are many theories about why it develops and what it is, but basically it boils down to hypersensitivity. If my door is open at night, I will sometime wake up when the fridge motor kicks on. Sometimes the sound of the fridge running is more sound than my body wants to deal with. Sounds that are normal to the rest of the world are physically painful to me. I never go to the pepfests at school. I'm all about school spirit, but all those people and all that noise in one room is just too much for me. Socks drive me nuts if the seams aren't lined up the right way, but even worse, is not wearing socks. At the workshop, they mentioned that kids with autism often won't wear socks or shoes because they don't like how they feel. Socks feel better for me than all the other stuff I feel if they are not there. They also said autism kids are sometimes tip toe walkers. When barefoot, I actually walk mostly on my heals trying to keep my toes off the floor.
Other difficulties related to autism that I also understand all too well:
- Inflexibility. See the world in very "black and white" terms; concrete understanding of rules. --
- I'm getting much better at this, but I used to be very rule bound, rigid and inflexible about many things.
- Easily feel overwhelmed or anxious.
- Unexpected changes or events cause extreme anxiety--I don't usually have the melt downs that happen with autism kids when they encounter unexpected changes, but I do experience a lot of internal anxiety. Again, I'm learning to deal with this and am much better than I was even 10 years ago.
My main point in all of this, was not to tell you more than you probably wanted to know about my life. The point is, if all we see is the differences, it becomes "them" and "us". (Black and white thinking, by the way.) We can't understand people and we can't love them until we see that there are a lot of ways that we are very similar.
At the neurology lecture these were two bullet points on a slide about ADHD:
- Kids with ADHD need structure, firm limits, and lots of positive reinforcement.
- What if an entire school could have that kind of approach?
I am for whatever programs we can have in our schools to help kids with ASD or ADHD succeed. However, I also see the difficulty my choir director colleagues have in teaching to the special needs of each of the students when there are, for example, 90 Freshmen girls in the same room. My situation is different. I work mostly one on one with the kids. I'm in the perfect position to give them instruction tailored to the way they learn. Although it was pushed to the bottom of a long to do list, I'm still very interested in doing some kind of a formal study on voice instruction for students on the autism spectrum disorder.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Exercise journal 10/2/09
-- Posted from my iPhone
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Exercise Journal 9/30/09
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Exercise Journal 9/28/09
My notes are missing
Here's what you can you can look forward to in the next week or so.
Differences: In a video shown at the autism workshop, one man with autism said something about wishing the world would stop viewing autism as a disability and see it as a difference. I will write a little about differences, but also how many similarities I saw when comparing my experiences with those of people with autism.
Behaviors vs. Deficits: We received great diagrams showing how the behavior problems are really just the tip of the iceberg. We see the behavior problems in autism because there are deficits and it is those deficits that need addressing. If they are addressed, the behavior issues improve. I'm of the opinion that this is not just about autism. So often we look at the outside appearance or the behavior and judge/react based on that, when really we need to look deeper if we are to truly understand and help people.
Balance and Interconnectedness: I am fascinated by the chemistry of the brain. I'm also fascinated with how our attempt to "fix" one thing often throws off another. Unfortunately this applies to life as well.
So, as soon as I find my notes, you'll hear more about all of that.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Exercise Journal 9/27/09
The Sabbath
Today I've been thinking a lot about the Sabbath. For me, first and foremost, the Sabbath is about rest--literal rest as in relaxation, rest from the world, rest from the craziness and business that fills almost every minute of the rest of my week. I've become very protective of my Sundays because I know I need that rest in order to function the rest of the week.
Here are some interesting quotes from the Bible Dictionary:
- On the Sabbath the daily sacrifices were doubled...
- The Sabbath was a holy day before the giving of the Law, even from the earliest times...
- ...the Sabbath is an eternal principle...
- The existence of a weekly holy day is a most important safeguard; it leaves a constant reminder to the individulal of his need for spiritual sustenance and his duty before God...
- The change from observing the last day of the week to the first day of the week is not so important as is the concept and principle of the Sabbath. In either case, the Sabbath was symbolic of the mighty works of God, i.e., the creation of the earth, the deliverance of Israel from Egypt, and the resurrection of Jesus from the dead.
On the Sabbath the daily sacrifices were doubled...
We often fall into thinking of Sabbath observance as all the things we shouldn't do on Sunday, but the Sabbath is also a time to refocus on the spiritual things that sometimes get lost in the rest of the week. I like the idea of doubling the sacrifice. We no longer do animal sacrifice, but in what areas can I double my attempts at spirituality? This blog is actually one of the ways I can double my sacrifice. I can take the time that I would like to "rest" to contemplate and write about spiritual things. I think doubling our sacrifices can also refer to fulfilling our callings. Those certainly are sacrifices of time and energy, but help us refocus on what is important.
...the Sabbath is an eternal principle...
When defining eternal principles, most people would refer to the fact that the principle has always existed, and will always exist, that the way we apply it might change, but the fundmental concept does not and will not. I also like to add the eternal principles are also usually universal ones, meaning that it doesn't just apply to the lives of faithful church members, but the world also acknowledges its existence and usefulness. For example, most business that really thrive work with the principle of tithing; giving back to the world keeps the money coming in.
Academia has long recognized the value of the principle of the sabbath. Teachers take sabbaticals to rest, to learn new things, to focus on personal or professional projects, or to recharge, and come back better teachers.
The existence of a weekly holy day is a most important safeguard; it leaves a constant reminder to the individulal of his need for spiritual sustenance and his duty before God..
For me, the sabbath is not just a reminder of my need for spiritual sustenance, but a reminder to care for my body as well. It's a time for re-evaluation. Are the things I've been doing still working? How can I improve? The sabbath is a time to sit back and regroup and think about what I need to change.
the Sabbath was symbolic
I love the idea of the Sabbath being a symbol. I love symbols. There are the very obvious (and/or revealed) symbols of the Sabbath, but what deeper meaning lies in this concept that I have yet to discover? The wonderful thing about symbols is that their meaning can change or broaden as we bring new life experiences to our examination of that symbol. What do the things I do (or don't do) on the Sabbath represent?
Which brings me to the concept of the ox in the mire. My family used this expression whenever there was something we would rather not do on Sunday, but it had to be done anyway. The idea is that although it was work, pulling out the ox was acceptable on the Sabbath. What does the ox in the mire represent? The ox was a very valuable and necessary piece of property. The loss of and ox could lead to the loss of the way you provide for your family. They probably didn't think about it this way, but I like to think that it was acceptable to remove the ox because of the psychological stress (and some physical too) that the ox would experience if it was to stay stuck until after the Sabbath. And what about the stress of the people that had to see or listen to the struggling ox? Sometimes, there are just things that must be done.
I had 2 oxen today. I spent about 3 1/2 hours at school today getting things organized for Monday morning. First of all, it was not stuff that I had put off doing to do something fun instead; I just didn't have enough time for everything last week. Secondly, had I not done it, I would have had my Sunday 6PM anxiety attack contemplating all the things that I didn't get done. So, it's not the way I want to spend a Sunday, but it was necessary and it puts me in a better position for getting through this week in one piece, and hopefully having a more restful Sunday next week.
The second ox was my bathroom. "Mire" isn't much of a stretch. With my allergies and other sensitivities, mold, mildew, dust, etc. are not good. Again, it was a judgement call I made based on my physical and psychological health. The rest of the house really needs to be cleaned as well, but getting the bathroom done allowed me to relax a little. I don't feel as overwhelmed about all the things that have to happen this week.
So, today wasn't a restful Sunday in the way I would have liked it to be, but it was a chance to think about sacred things, re-evaluate my life, and focus on making things better.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Exercise journal 9/26/09
Friday, September 25, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Exercise journal 9/24/09
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Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Exercise Journal 9/21/09
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Exercise journal 9/19/09
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Friday, September 18, 2009
Finding Balance
My life is far more balanced than it has ever been. I'm happier. I'm a better teacher. I feel better. I've been really pleased with my recent goals to do at least some singing practice and exercise every day. Somedays it's very little, but it's something and I feel good about it. In those areas of my life I'm doing a much better job.
I'm also getting better at limiting work. OK, considering the hours I've put in in the last couple of weeks, it doesn't look like it, but let me tell you about some of my new successes. First, I set limits as to how late I would teach and decided not to teach on Saturdays. I've set general guidelines before, but if a student I really wanted to work with needed a time that was inconvenient for me, I would let them have that time. For the first time ever, I was able to fill my school day schedule the way I wanted it. That allows me to be pickier about the after school lessons. Today I also noticed when I was getting tired and made a list of the things that I didn't get to so I can do them at some other time. In the past, I would just stay and work and make myself sick.
Now to the areas I'm not doing so well in. I think I either ate out or stopped at the grocery store for a ready to eat meal nearly every day this week. This is not good for my budget or my diet. But, until I get even better at limiting my work and stopping when I start to get tired, it's not going to change. Sometimes by the time I leave work I just don't have the energy to go home and cook. And if I just don't eat, I get sick. Also, in that exhausted state, the foods I usually want are not usually the ones that I know my body really needs. I've managed to stay pretty good about getting my minimum of 5 fruits and veggies a day, but the sugar and fat consumption has been out of control. Yes, I know I quit, but a couple of weeks ago I thought that one cookie wouldn't hurt. Someone please remind me that this is one area of my life that I can't work for moderation, but need to just completely avoid that garbage.
The thing is, I'm an addict. I know that in the long run I feel much worse from all the sugar, etc., but when I don't feel well, there is nothing and I mean nothing that makes me feel as good. And it's not even the chemical reaction from the sugar. It's the process of eating. I feel better before the sugar has even hit my stomach.
So, if I can manage to get the exercising, practicing, and eating all working well at the same time, what else in my life is going to fall out of balance?
Several years ago, the theme of a church meeting I attended was "Finding Balance". The first 2 speakers were 20 years old (give or take a year) and ensured us that balance was totally possible if we just did A,B, and C. The next speakers were a couple with small children who told us that balance was difficult but something that should be possible. At this point, I was rather discouraged instead of inspired. The last speaker was older and had had much more life experience. His was the council I needed to hear. He said that when he noticed that he was spending too much time with work and not enough with th family, that he would shift his focus more to his family. Then he would notice that he wasn't doing all he should with his church assignment,so he'd shift focus again and on and on. Some on the congregation may have been discouraged to hear that this man we all respected couldn't manage to get his life in balance. I found it refreshing. To me, he was saying, "It's not going to be perfect. Just keep trying."
So, I'm going to follow that advice and do the only thing I really can do and just keep trying.
Exercise journal 9/18/09
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Thursday, September 17, 2009
Exercise journal 9/17/09
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Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Exercise journal 9/15/09
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Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Exercise Journal 9/14/09
Sunday, September 13, 2009
The weight of repentance
Today, however, I learned something. I got on the scale and was frustrated to see that because of all the "treats" last week, I had gained back a few of the pounds I had worked hard to lose. And that's when it hit me. What I did to lose those pounds was good, but bad choices this week took me back to where I was before. Repentance is a change of heart. True, full repentance means not going back to the same things. But does that mean we should just give up if we mess up? We talk so much about repentance and I got the idea it was a one time thing (although sometimes a long, painful process) per sin. But course correction counts too. Repentance is a continual process of adjusting our lives and bringing them into line with where we want to be.
For me, right now, repentance is like perfection--I can't get there. Repentance is changed (past tense). I am changing (a current, ongoing process).
So, for now my goal is to do better. I don't have to be perfect. I just need to be moving in the right direction. Here's an idea for a book title: "Baby Steps all the Way to the Celestial Kingdom."
Plans for November
For the last several years I have been a participant in National Novel Writing Month. If you go to nanowrimo.org and click on "About" you can learn more about it. Basically, the goal is to write a 50,000 word novel in one month. One of the things I love about it is that because you have to write so quickly, you have to give up perfection and just get the words written. It's very freeing for me to turn off the internal editors and just write for fun. Yes, a lot of it is garbage, but occassionally you get in the zone and come up with something really good.
So, what are you doing in November? Do you want to join the craziness?
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Workshops
I'm also looking at going to a lecture on the 25th about the role of nutrition in treating ADD, ADHD, and autism. I've already learned a lot about nutrition and ADD from reading Daniel G. Amen's books and it has made a major difference in my life, when I eat when and what I know I should. When I get a little stressed out and then eat way too much junk, like I did this week, life is not as good. I've got to get back on track.
Even if these workshops just tell me stuff I already know, I'm excited for the opportunity to review and think about how to apply it all again.
Exercise Journal 9/12/09
Exercise Journal 9/11/09
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Goals, Baby Steps, and Accountability
Here's my plan:
On my fridge I have a list of 15 things that need to happen every day. Some are individual items and some are categories. For example, journaling and blogging count as the same item. I can't count it twice just because I blogged and wrote in my paper and pen journal. I started with a goal to do at least 3 items on the list everyday. I've gradually increased it to 7 items, but there are days that I do many more than that. Occasionally I even get the whole list. The important part is that I only have to do 7. Yes, there are days that it doesn't happen, but for the most part 7 is easy now, so I might be moving up to 8 soon.
The other great part is that I don't have to go all out with most of these. I can check off "doing the laundry" if I fold a few towels. The important part here is that I do some part of these items. Sometimes my scripture reading is one verse and sometimes that one verse leads to research on a topic and I take an hour to study. With all of these categories, doing a little usually gets me going and I can get more done than if I think about how big the task is and how long it will take to do it completely and perfectly.
So that's goals and baby steps. Now on to accountability. If I feel like I have to report to someone on something they want me to do, I end up resenting it. If I report on something that I want and am motivated to do, it keeps me on task. I recently started a practice journal on my other blog www.jmrvoicenotes.com. I want my students to practice more and at least make contact with their music every day. Since I want to do that too, I decided to blog about my practice so the students could check up on me and see if I'm doing what I said I would. Being accountable to friends is one thing, but being accountable to your students really puts the pressure on, in a good way. So far, I've done something everyday, and like the checklist on my fridge, the little things often lead to bigger things.
Based on the success of the practice journal model, I'm going to make myself accountable for something else on this blog--exercise. You wouldn't know it from looking at me, but I actually love to exercise. The problem is that by the time I take care of everything else, I often don't have the energy to get to the gym, let alone work out. So, I'm going with baby steps again. I get credit for exercising if I do any of these things: stretch, cardio at the gym, weights at the gym or home, physical therapy exercises, hallway laps between lessons, or dancing. Yes, I dance for exercise. No, you will never see it. I have the heart of a dancer, but even when I was really skinny, my body is just not proportioned well for dancing. I also have coordination issues. But, I love it, it's fun, and if the shades are closed I can do anything I want.
So my friends, there it is. The exercise journal might be kind of boring, so feel free to just notice that I did it and then skip it. However, if you see several paragraphs, you might want to check it out. I might have had a brilliant insight.
Monday, September 7, 2009
The Courage to Teach
I just finished reading The Courage to Teach by Parker Palmer. When I was just a few pages into it, I looked back at the original publication date (1998) and wondered how I missed reading this amazing book in the 10+ years that it's been out. It's been said that when the student is ready, the teacher appears (possibly a Buddist proverb; I can't find anything definite.) And I was definitely ready for this book.
I'm not going to do a book review, since I'm sure you can find better ones elsewhere, but I am going to share some of the things that tied in very well with where I am in my life right now. On page 10 he says, "This book builds on a simple premise: good teaching cannot be reduced to technique; good teaching comes from the identity and integrity of the teacher."
Integrity has always been something I've worked for, but I feel like I'm embracing it more now. And I'm embracing it in a way that is new for me. In the past, in my life, I've tended to lean towards this definition of integrity: "firm adherance to a code of esp. moral or artistic values."
There is nothing particularly wrong with that, except that the values I was adhering to belonged to other people. The integrity Palmer talks about, and what I've been leaning towards now, is "the quality or state of being complete or undivided." It's understanding what my personal code of values is and living all parts of my life that way. It's knowing who I am and allowing that true identity to come through in my interactions with others, rather than responding the way I think they want me to respond.
Palmer also addressed the issue of paradox. We live in a society that works with either/or, black/white, yes/no dichotomies. However, much of what we know to be true involves paradox, seemingly contradictory ideas, that nevertheless are true and exist together. The concepts of justice and mercy create a paradox. How can they both exist? And yet this is the foundation on which the plan of salvation is built. Or in singing, look at chiaroscuro. It doesn't refer to somewhere between a bright and a dark sound. It refers to embracing both of those characteristics at the same time to find a balanced sound.
Finally, Palmer discusses subject-centered learning. In traditional teacher-centered learning, the teacher stands as an expert between the learners and subject. Everything the students know of the subject comes from the expert. They don't actually have access to the subject itself. He has some great diagrams you should check out if this isn't making sense the way I explain it. He instead advocates subject-centered learning, where we are all learners and have access to the subject itself. The teacher then functions more as a facilitator rather than an expert. You really do need to read his explanations on this. I'm just hoping to use this model more in my teaching. I think I've had some of it in the past. For example, I feel like I help students discover how to sing, and show them how to access their voices, rather that "teaching" them to sing.
It's a great book, so if you're looking for something to read, definitely check it out. I also recommend his book, "A Hidden Wholeness".
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Listening to my body
One of the most difficult challenges for me in dealing with fibromyalgia is pacing. On the bad days, you feel so awful that you don't get much done beyond what is absolutely required, and some days you can't do that. So when you have a good day, the tendency is to want to catch up. I feel fine so why shouldn't I do a,b, and c. And maybe d-p as well. Overdoing leads to more bad days. I know that, so why can't I do something about it.
My body is my friend. It does give me subtle warnings telling me when to back off and relax. If I do that, life is good. If I quit listening to my body, it has to yell louder and do whatever it can to get my attention.
One of my goals for this school year is to listen to my body more. I need to set limits on what I can do, even on those things I love to do. I've already scheduled the last lessons of the day for the school year. I'm not taking any students later than the ones that are already on the schedule. It's a start.
I'm looking forward to this long weekend. Yes, I have a lot to do, but nothing I have to do on someone else's timetable, so I plan to take lots of breaks.