I’ve been feeling a little out of sorts lately for a lot of reasons. I’ve got a great new job, but I’m not traveling and I’m home doing a lot of administrative stuff until I get placed on a project. It’s great getting paid, but I’m getting a little bored and am missing human interaction. I’m also lonely because work provides a lot of my people interaction. I generally travel four days a week, have intense interactions with people at work, and then I’m home for three days. That normally suits me well, but I’ve been home for the better part of two months and I am bored, lonely, and a little depressed.
Category: Feelings
BEARing Anger
A purple haired Valkyrie rushed to my defense, unleashing her anger on the man who had not taken my subtle attempts to rebuff him seriously. I watched in both awe and disbelief as my daughter delivered a tongue-lashing to the rough looking man who had attempted to pick me up. I’d been brought up to believe that displays of anger were unbecoming and unladylike, but it seems I’d managed to raise a daughter who believed in expressing her anger even if it meant screaming F* you at the top of her lungs in a parking lot.
Surrender, Compassion, and Acceptance: Learning Ereshkigal’s Lessons
During my darkest moments, I was called to venture into the underworld and meet Ereshkigal. From her I learned lessons of surrender, compassion, and acceptance.
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Housework as Meditation
Growing up I hated housework as it seemed like some arbitrary punishment that my mother foisted upon us every Saturday. Some of it made sense like washing the dishes, but other things like dusting an already polished surface made no sense at all. I grew to hate housework more when I grew up and got married because it seemed as if I was the maid picking up after a houseful of slobs. My now ex-husband thought that if you cooked you should also do dishes and since I always cooked, I was supposed to always do the dishes. And once the kids got old enough to walk, it felt like I was following them around with a pail and shovel.
Counting My Blissings
The bad news put a damper on our entire weekend and it was hard to enjoy our good news and the time off because we have no clue how we’re going to resolve this issue. We’ve tried multiple times to resolve it ourselves in the past and apparently have failed, so we’ve pretty much decided it’s time to bring in professionals, but who? I spent most of the weekend online researching firms who might be able to help us and getting more and more confused. It’s Sunday evening and I’m still not sure who we’re going to go with, but the one thing that became more and more clear to me as the weekend wore on was that I could not let this area of my life define who I am as a person. Because I was stressed out and angry over this, I snapped at my daughter and made her feel bad about myself, I didn’t enjoy the time that Sean was home over the weekend, and I sat and moped instead of being productive. I spun these big spider webs of horror about all the things that could go wrong. All of them are legit, but they will only happen if I choose to be a victim and not address this head on.
The other thing I realized that I was doing the one thing that I said I wouldn’t do and that was to focus on the negative instead of all the wonderful things going on in my life. I don’t often take time to sit down and make a list of all the things that are right with my life and that I should be grateful for. So here goes:- We have a roof over our heads, food to eat, a car to get us to work, and the essentials of life. Reading the newspaper and looking around, this is a huge blessing that we all to often take for granted.
- John survived his heart attack and is well on the road to recovery. He got the green light to go back to work on Monday.
- I have two healthy and smart kids who are kind, responsible, and for the most part respectful.
- John and I both have jobs that pay the bills and where we are appreciated and respected for what we bring to the table.
- I have people at work who believe in me, support me, and will go to bat for me. That means a whole lot.
- Not to brag, but I’m intelligent, hard working, and I bring a lot to whatever organization I work for.
- I am a kind person who tries to do her best every day and make people’s lives a little easier. I’m certainly not always perfect and there are a lot of times where I’m thoughtless, but I keep trying to do my best.
I have my health. Although I’m not in perfect health, I’m working on it and getting better every day. Trying is half the battle and eventually I will get in good shape.- I’m loved by my family and friends.
- My incredibly awesome dog Luke who loves me and believes in me no matter what.
So no matter what is going wrong with my life, there is a wonderful bliss in knowing that there are things going right.
Driving Miss Bliss
Teaching my son to drive was a hair raising (and graying) experience. It seemed as if I was constantly screeching at him to slow down, not drive so close to the parked cars, not stop so fast, not, not, not. Looking back, I realize that was exactly the wrong way to inspire confidence and teach him to be a good driver. However, at the time I was incredibly freaked out about the thought of my 16 year old son behind the wheel of a 3,500 lb chunk of steel. I kept envisioning us getting sandwiched under a semi like some scene from a high speed chase.
Four years later that perspective seems pretty silly as I’m realizing that even though I wasn’t behind the wheel and my foot couldn’t reach the gas pedal (unless you count the imaginary one I kept stomping on), I was still in control. I controlled when he went driving because I had to be in the car with him and I controlled the route that we were driving on.
Cat is a very cautious driver who takes her responsibilities seriously and she is realistic in her estimate of her skills. We went driving last night and she did a very nice job at stopping at the stop signs, signalling, and overall being a conscientious driver. We even went to a nearby parking lot to practice fishtailing, but the gods of winter driving were not very cooperative and every time she slammed on the brakes to try and fishtail, we glided gently to a stop.Thanksblissing
- All four of us having jobs so that we can pay the bills.
- Being able to put the kids through college so that they can get good jobs in the future.
- Having a roof over our heads and food to eat.
- Having people who love us to share our lives with.
Critters like Luke, Chester, Amedeus, and the like.- Having had a father for my childhood and a significant part of my adult life. Unfortunately, there are a lot of people who don’t have the opportunity to have their father around as they grow into adulthood.
- Having a car that runs and gets us where we need to go.
- Having our holiday our way. We have always had a very low key holiday with just the four of us and that has been an incredible blessing because we’ve been able to leave the dishes, eat when we want to, and not worry about entertaining other people.
- Kids who understand what it is like to not have a lot who are thoughtful of other people.
Here’s hoping that all of you had an absolutely spectacular Thanksgiving.
Painful Bliss
Someone posted two very painful comments on my blog today that were personal attacks generated by something someone close to me had posted on a public message board. One of the comments was that I should kill myself and then the world should have bliss. My initial reaction was to curl up and cry both because someone would make such a painful and fairly random attack and because someone I loved had put personal information that could be used to hurt me on a public forum. My loved one’s intent was not to hurt my feelings and I’m sure that he had no clue that the comment would get back to me, but it is still very painful.
I have to admit that I started questioning myself after reading these comments because there was just enough truth in them to make me feel bad about myself. I started questioning my motives, my self worth, and everything about myself. I started feeling distinctly unlovable and as if there was no one in the world that cared about me.
That got old really quick and I realized that I had a choice at this moment in time: I could choose to let what some random person who didn’t know me impact me and shake me to my very core or I could choose to shake it off and feel compassion for someone with such obviously low self esteem. I realized that the person I was dealing with was obviously a troll who got some kind of pleasure out of attacking someone he/she doesn’t even know via the Internet. What kind of sick and twisted upbringing did this person have that they believe it is acceptable to randomly attack others? How much self loathing does this person have that the only way for him/her to feel good about themselves is to attack other people?
I choose to take my lesson from the gentleman in the concentration camp who in the midst of such horror and pain chose to thank god for not making him like the concentration camp guards who enjoyed inflicting pain on other people. I give thanks and count my blissings that I am a compassionate and loving person who believes in working towards betting the world instead of attacking other people. It is really hard to show compassion in the face of such an attack, but I have a choice and I choose to show compassion both toward the person who posted the attack and on the person who posted personal information online.
However, despite my compassionate bliss, I am not above posting a picture of the nasty little person who did this and I will not open up myself to such public attacks again and have chosen to turn on comment moderation so I will be reviewing all comments before they are posted.
Compassionate Bliss
Unfortunately for the people I love and those around me, I am one of the most impatient people on the planet and I get easily irritated when people take too long, when they disappoint me, or when I’m under stress and just generally in a bad mood. This has always been one of my weaknesses and something I’m trying hard to tame so that I can enjoy smoother relationships with those around me.
One of the most successful techniques I’m using recently is a technique I learned from the book “Ten Zen Seconds.” You find a phrase and slow your breathing down so that as you take a five second deep breath in you say the first part of the phrase and as you exhale you say the second part of the phrase. There are many good phrases in the book and you are encouraged to come up with your own. I tried “I am blissful” for a while, but it didn’t seem to work for me as it seemed too forced as if I was expecting results without doing the work.
The phrase I’ve found that works much better for me in stressful situations and brings me to a deep place of bliss is “I am compassionate.” Every time I find myself getting irritated and out of sorts, I take deep breaths and breathe “I am compassionate.” It is amazing the deep feeling of calm and bliss that encompasses me at this reminder to be compassionate. What I’ve also found is that this forces me to think about the other person’s point of view and see things through their eyes. Once I’ve done that, it’s very hard to go back and feel irritated again.
I was in the resale shop the other day and there are very few clothes available for larger women and there was a woman just standing in front of the one rack that had the clothes I wanted to look at. I tried wandering around the store and coming back, but even after perusing the rest of the store, she was still there and I found myself getting more and more irritated that she was right where I wanted to be. I finally started taking deep breaths and reminding myself that I am compassionate. It took a few minutes before the feeling of compassion sunk in, but then I started realizing that she was in the same place that I was: not being able to fit into “normal size” clothes, not wanting to spend tons of money on clothes, and wanting to look nice. The compassion finally took hold and I was able to smile at her and to feel real compassion.
Compassion is also not something I feel easily when people chatter on and on about things I really don’t care about and unfortunately, my 17 year old daughter often talks about her favorite bands, people at school, and other subjects that I don’t find scintillating. We’ve had a number of blowups lately because I got irritated with her chatter and asked her to be quiet. Being the sensitive sort that she is—and the fact that I probably didn’t ask too nicely—led to her feelings being hurt. I carried the irritation with her and my guilt over hurting her feelings into the next several hours until I remembered to breathe my compassion and as I started my deep breathing I was able to put myself in her shoes and realize that she wasn’t sharing everything with me to irritate me or to annoy me, she genuinely wanted to share what was going on in her life with me and maybe get some advice. Once I realized that, I was able to feel compassion for what I’d once viewed as really irritating behavior.
However, that led to my feeling a lot of guilt and beating myself up over my own feelings of having been less than kind to my daughter. Deep breaths and more compassion helped me to realize that I needed to exercise compassion towards myself as well as others and I was able to take a step back and see that I was feeling stressed out about my job (my company has been undergoing a lot of RIFs), my inability to quickly find a new job, and the feeling that there was always too much month at the end of the paycheck. Once I was able to realize what was really causing my irritation and stress, I was able to show compassion to myself as well.
Compassion is also something you need to feel for those who may have done you wrong. My boss and I are like oil and water and add in the fact that she is a very inexperienced manager who has no skills when it comes to managing overachievers and it is a very combustible situation. It lead to a pretty nasty blowup a few weeks ago, but once the situation had cleared and she set up a meeting to discuss it, I was able to breathe deeply and feel compassion for her and the situation that she is in.
One thing I’ve learned is that feeling compassion doesn’t invalidate my own feelings. I still have the right to be angry, irritated, and to my own opinions. What compassion does is let me see someone else’s point of view and realize that they really aren’t trying to irritate me, they’re trying to express themselves the best way they know how and that sometimes I need to get beyond the words and the behavior that is irritating me and realize that they are people too and that maybe we can find common ground.
So what exactly is compassionate bliss? It is the deep feeling of bliss that comes from exercising compassion for your fellow man. For seeing them as a fellow traveler on the road of life who might need a helping hand or someone to listen. There is a deep sense of satisfaction and bliss from getting out of yourself and becoming part of the larger world.
Pet Bliss
- Lay at the top of the stairs and watch the front door
- Eat
- Rush to the window to bark at the dog walking by
- Bark at the squirrels
- Eat
- Sleep on mom’s bed
- Walk a patrol around the house to make sure nothing is out of place
- Eat
- Sleep on the couch
- Look out the window
Lucky for me, Luke is always up for a morning snuggle before we actually start the day. He crawls up next to me and pushes his head underneath my hand so that I’ll pet him. I stroke his fur and feel a calmness flow through my entire body as I realize that at this moment in time, I don’t care about anything except feeling Luke’s soft rust and white fur beneath my fingers as I gently stroke him. I rub his ears and he rolls over, obviously wanting me to rub his belly before we get up and face the day. A few good rubs and he’s out of bed and walking over to the door, looking at me to tell me I need to open the door. I get out of bed and we both start our day.
Luke’s always on hand to meet me at the end of the day and I look forward to our evening
snuggle time just as much as our morning snuggles. After dinner, I’ll sit downstairs with hubby and the kids reading or watching TV and Luke always snuggles up next to me. Sometimes he’s content just to sit there and other times, he’s more demanding and clearly expresses his desire to be petted.
There’s a deep sense of calm that envelops both of us whenever I pet my sweet dog. As I stroke his soft and silky fur, I feel him relax beneath my fingers and I feel calmness and a deep sense of bliss envelop me. Amazing, how such a little thing can make all right in two creatures’ worlds.

