Tuesday, January 26, 2021
Mental Health
Tuesday, January 19, 2021
Instant Coffee
I remember my gateway into liking coffee. Pop and I would go to Coffee Hound in town and get a caramel latte, sit and talk about everything and nothing. Those moments were vastly important for connection and as a byproduct I grew to understand that there was a difference between the coffee available during fellowship time at church and something more...artisanal. Coffee was a lifeblood for a lot of folks I knew, but I hadn't understood that it could be good.
Forever and a year ago, Andy bought me an espresso maker. It might have been for our anniversary or my birthday--Andy does not tend to give things on the "right" day because he's so genuinely excited to give things--but in typical Andy-magic fashion, he found an incredible deal on Craig's List or some such. At first, I remember thinking that this was just going to take up our limited counter space. And yet, after we got past the learning curve, I loved having it in our home. I made a lot of cappuccino, and we wore that machine into the ground, having tried a few outlets for repair and finding that fixing it was going to cost as much as a new one.We switched to using a French press after that, since Andy had been given a swanky R2D2 one for Christmas one year. We ground beans each time, and eventually managed to break this one, too.
THEN, I learned how to make drip coffee. It was all completely backwards, but that was the way of it. And, yes, we did run that machine into the ground as well.
...and literally as I write this, I'm drinking instant coffee from Aldi.
That was the flavor I wanted today. Our normal French press has cleanup involved: pulling out the bag of beans and the grinder, grinding the beans, getting the kettle going, transferring the grounds to the French press, waiting, and disposing of the grounds after. It is a richer cup and normally worth the steps, to be certain, but just not what I wanted in the moment while cranking through my class readings (and taking a break for writing). Instant is fast--just microwaving some water and throw in a spoonful--and the only cleanup is putting the jar back in the cupboard afterwards. Moreover, I wanted the comfort of something that tasted artificial.
It's in a similar vein, I think, of craving a particular dessert, finding that delight and emotional connection toward a particular indulgence and flavor. There is something reassuring in the occasional artificial. Homemade macaroni and cheese is fantastic; yet, there are days where the blue box is exactly the flavor I'm looking for. Maybe it harkens back to something about childhood, where it was such a treat to get a Happy Meal for supper. We had homecooked meals made with love and fresh ingredients, still there is comfort in the immediacy and that particular flavor that is probably mostly preservatives. Or salt. Or both. Or maybe it's an existential break, to not have to question whether something is "real" for a moment.
Or maybe it's just coffee.
Tuesday, January 12, 2021
Managing Uncertainty
I was having a conversation with a friend the other day, discussing 2020 and all that implies. Naturally, in this conversation living through a pandemic and naming the different changes and feelings associated with it took center stage. Some parts of this conversation were very familiar, that I had had conversations with other persons that followed a similar theme.
Here are the main points and commonalities I want to highlight: everything was changing so quickly from day to day, which included new limitations, new data, new insights, and overall an unpredictability into their lives that they were not used to. Things that they had taken for granted--such as being able to go to a coffee shop or pop over to a grocery store for something they needed for a recipe--now had extra steps or were impossible or a number of other complications.
In short, their lives now had a significant level of uncertainty to them. The security of their worldview, all of the pieces that they may have taken for granted were now put into question. Right now, we can't plan a vacation because we don't know if travel will be an option. Our favorite restaurant might not be open today or have limited hours. For those with school-age children, it's in the air whether classes will happen in person or online or some mix of both. Hell, my first day of classes for the new semester has already been canceled. How can anyone plan for all these different possibilities? We've lost the certainty and the security of tomorrow.
*Insert Rueful Laughter Here*
Folks, that's what it's like to live with a chronic illness. I'm so sorry that you understand now, but I'm also glad for the forced empathy. It's one of those places where I need empathy but it takes a lot of energy to explain. That doom sense? I'm used to it which means I'm oddly poised to be successful in navigating it in this context, too. It doesn't make it easy, necessarily, just...familiar. I don't trust tomorrow to be there. I struggle planning out long-term in the future--I can dream, but I can't plan. I'm accustomed to that loss, and as a result I function more flexibly with "normalcy" and "autonomy" upended. I honor the feeling, but I don't tend to linger in it quite so long as I once did. Even the feelings of isolation, that we cannot meet in person, that feeling was a huge part of my experience while I was convalescing.
To be put in some examples:
- I have no idea what my body is going to do tomorrow. I could be trying to go to the grocery story and blow an ostomy bag, need to turn around and change my clothes, and then feel miserable for the rest of the day, regardless of what other plans I might have had for the day.
- Similarly, when I wake up to a low spoon count, the day has to adapt to that, regardless of the goals I had for the day or the people that I let down by changing plans. It's an emotional minefield. Consider the emotions in telling family members that you cannot visit them and the complicated feelings that can invoke but take away the pandemic as a clear reason why, where well-intentioned folks ask "are you sure?" and dig that knife just a bit deeper.
- I cannot plan long-term because I don't trust tomorrow to be there. I could have another flare up next month that knocks me out of nursing school. I'm stable in a lot of good ways so I don't find this likely but the world can change in a moment--unlikely is not the same as impossible.
- Feeling isolated because I cannot meet people where they are, and I did not always have the chutzpah to ask them to meet me. I had a few dedicated persons that reached out to me, but I lost contact with a lot of people that year. At least with the pandemic there are enough other people feeling isolated that I would say folks are on-the-whole more responsive to online options and there are more opportunities, even as folks are still sorting out when/how to ask.
I've heard a number of folks talking about "returning to normal," where they don't have to worry about getting sick or spreading illness to their loved ones--there are some people that this absolutely IS their normal. The weight of that is difficult to carry. And if you feel an unmet need of empathy, that's par for the course, too. We can get better at handling the baggage as time goes or we can make the stubborn single-trip-in-with-the-groceries-even-if-it-kills-us kind of white-knuckled striving through this event.
What skills and what empathy we choose to take out of it, that's purely up to us. And it may not start as something productive, maybe taking years to turn into a good something. It's okay to feel bad and upset with the circumstances. It's possible to accept that you feel upset/frustrated/displaced/uncertain AND accept those circumstances at the same time. Both can exist in the same space, and those emotions need to be honored. In these ways--what we take and how we grow and whom we've lost--it's never over for any of us.
Tuesday, January 5, 2021
What is Rest?
What is rest?
I don't know.
Roll credits! That was the shortest blog post ever.
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...Okay, so that is still an accurate summary, but I do have a talent for talking about nothing for a while, when I choose to do so.
I'm nearly to the end of my break, with classes starting up again in another week. A month gone already. I entered into it with both relief and trepidation. Relief because nursing school and all else has been thrilling but also exhausting, particularly with a pandemic thrown in; there was a bit of manic laughter after submitting my last final. Trepidation because historically having time off is brilliant for the first two days, and then after that I begin to feel uncomfortable, where being idle for too long reminds me too much of time spent convalescing post health debacles. That does not bode well for my mental state in those moments, where trying to find rest is oddly counterproductive.
So what to do about that? Mostly, I have been intentionally observant in this time. From previous experience, I find that scheduling a few pieces in gives enough structure to meet the threshold of not too idle, so I sprinkled in a something at least every three days, so there was at least a something. These included two online Bob Ross Paint-a-Long parties, D&D, a handful of catch-up calls, a few household projects, writing time slated around Luna's schedule, Discord-enabled Civilization games, Skype Sequence games with my parents, joined Zumba Zooms, and fit in a few other things here and there.
And then there was also binge-watching some TV, a couple of carefully chosen video games, browsing for new memes, and longish walks with Luna sprinkled in the gaps. The greatest surprise was reading seven books and finding the sheer joy of reading for fun again. Reading without feeling guilty about not spending my time on my studies or something else, that's a feeling I had definitely forgotten.
I don't think I can put a fence around what "rest" looks like--it's a feeling as much as it is an action. I can only attempt to describe the outward appearance of the right set of circumstances for my own experience of these particular feelings. My rest looks like being the appropriate amount of busy, but the kinds of busy feel vastly different. More importantly, I have the ability to set my own schedule--that's what seems to be the true marker of what is a quiet day verses a relaxing day. Watching a movie and reading a book and going for a walk are common themes, though sometimes an intense workout, being in a group of friends (virtually or otherwise as the world allows), or meeting new people are a much stronger effect. For me, the same activity on a different day is not as restful as it would be on another, which seems...odd.
However, I've also been trying to quantify how much of the day on my own schedule "counts" toward rest. Sometimes, I think that it's more the absence of a major stressor. But even with that in my case absence of multiple major stressors with the presences of some minor good ones seems to be the sweet spot.
So long story short, I feel that what counts as rest might have trends for certain folks, but how much energy is regained or how much time is needed or what activity is best seems to all be a moving target. And that's simply not how I've thought of rest before. There are patterns of certain activities working for me better than others, and there are trends about timing. Yet, I feel that relaxing requires either a specific kind of openness or a specific kind of self-awareness OR sufficient practice to have figured out patterns anyway.
I have some pieces honed nicely, but I daresay there's always room for improvement.
- What you need for relaxation can be a moving target, where certain things can work better on certain days with certain situations.
- It takes a level of practice/self-awareness to get good at relaxing.
- It's okay to give yourself the freedom to explore these things.