How to be mentally tough

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Why I am strong and everything will be OKAY…

  1. I am balancing my emotions with logic
  2. I am focussing on what I can control
  3. I am actively problem solving
  4. I am CHOOSING productive behaviour
  5. I am confident in my ability to ADAPT TO CHANGE
  6. I am facing my fears (and acknowledging them without letting them hold me back)
  7. I am LEARNING from my mistakes
  8. I acknowledge and address my weaknesses rather than masking them
  9. I bounce back from failure as it is a helpful learning process
  10. I see life’s hardships as OPPORTUNITIES FOR GROWTH
  11. I am balancing SELF ACCEPTANCE with SELF IMPROVEMENT
  12. I am focussing on improving my skills rather than showing them off
  13. I genuinely celebrate other people’s successes
  14. I am living according to MY VALUES
  15. I am living an AUTHENTIC life being honest and true
  16. I accept full RESPONSIBILITY for MY CHOICES (including how I respond to people and circumstances)
  17. My self worth depends on WHO I AM not just what I achieve
  18. I am practicing DELAYED GRATIFICATION for long term benefits
  19. I am constantly learning from everyone and everything around me
  20. I’m a REALISTIC OPTIMIST
  21. I am feeling and expressing GRATITUDE every day

With thanks to Steven Benna for his 21 signs you’re mentally stronger than average article.

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I suspect

that familiarity dissipates diplomacy in a marriage and that is what sets it on a path to destruction. Wounds to ego become too deep and too many for vulnerability and connection.

I also suspect that renewed tact may help to rescue it, all else being equal.

One can also move past an intractable marriage diplomatically. Hats off to those who do.

It shouldn’t hurt to be alone

But it does.

I’ve been away from here for months – that probably makes me an arsehole. Sorry.

New job, blah blah, big personal life changes, blah de blah, but no excuses. The name of this blog is apt, no? 😉

I’m sitting here alone wondering how I got ‘here’ and where everything is leading, and what it all means, and why the f*ck I seem so fundamentally ill equipped to be in my own company.

How cliché, right?  – unadulterated navel gazing as the year ticker is about to click up.

happy new yearI’ve been lectured on the difference between loneliness and being alone, but I haven’t been able to separate the two very well. If you’ve cracked that, or even if you’re stymied like me, I’d appreciate hearing about it.

I’m decidedly not sorry at all for being alone. An AirAsia plane went down two days ago. Who the f*ck am I to feel sorry for myself?! So I’m not.

I’m just lonely. And confused by why I can’t seem to enjoy my own company.

Maybe it has something to do with a difficult childhood and genetics that have paved the way for a perfect storm of biochemical imbalance. But why should the act of being alone feel like taking an elevator down thirty two floors to the depression basement? Perhaps being alone could be a buoying and freeing experience? Like jumping off the roof of a building as in The Matrix and realising you’re okay? Maybe. I’ve felt moments of that, and gratitude for glorious independence from the weight of compromise and people pleasing.

Maybe the reason I suck at being alone has something to do with how much I suck at being with others.

I’m either a crazy workaholic with manic social calendar or sit sadly by myself in quiet and isolation, paralysed by some kind of fear I can’t quite put my finger on.

If I were Goldilocks I’d run back and forth between the icy cold and piping hot bowls ‘ouch ouching’ all the way instead of settling for the safer middling option.

goldilocks 3 bowlsWhy a person of extremes? Born into it perhaps. Molded by a life of extreme events. I crave the adrenaline and excitement and the counterpoint of solitude because I can’t sprint all of the time. But the solitude is often an uneasy break from life and is rarely for pleasure. The ‘safe’ option seems worse though – living in moderation seems to provoke greater anxiety and disquiet than all the terror of being alone.

Spiritual leaders, mental health experts, self-help gurus chant about the importance of ‘balance’ but I don’t know how to be alone only a little. I’m either with you or I’m not. I’m either in the company of others or I’m not. Dividing time equally has been an elusive accomplishment.

Maybe trading a life partner for independence (and possibly a chance at a ‘better’ relationship) is just running on a hamster wheel and whatever I do the chances for moments of joy will be the same depending on my capacity for gratitude.

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Maybe it’s supposed to hurt a lot to be alone. And it’s supposed to hurt a lot to be with others. Maybe that’s a fact of living to accept as the down payment on a chance at those fleeting moments of tender connection and sweet independence.

The real problem could be my low tolerance for the trade offs. An emotional greed for more ups than downs has created a false sense of entitlement.

So here’s a different kind of new year’s cheers –

Here’s to 2015, a year that will be lonely, and difficult, and painful, and fast paced, and exciting, and interconnected, and here’s to acceptance of its peaks and valleys as they are, rather than as I would wish them to be.

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Hi ho

crossroadsI’ve been away on secondment and truthfully quite sh*t at multi-tasking. Sorry for being absent awhile. New posts to come.

Doing another job for a few months has me wondering about purpose and contribution. How do you decide where best to direct your efforts?

I’m at a crossroads… anyone care to join me there for a picnic? 😉

More soon and thanks for keeping me entertained with your posts while I’ve been travelling!

On procrastination

“Writing is 90% procrastination. It is a matter of doing everything you can to avoid writing, until it is about four in the morning and you reach the point where you have to write.” ~ Paul Rudnick

“Writing is 90% procrastination. It is a matter of doing everything you can to avoid writing, until it is about four in the morning and you reach the point where you have to write.” ~ Paul Rudnick

Awhile back I stumbled onto a quick fix that works quite well. You’ve likely heard of it, but have you applied it?

The secret?

Lower your standards and keep going.

If writing is about ego gratification you may be squirming at the prospect. Who wants to write sh*t for the sake of pen to paper?

I do, because I’ve learned that writing as practice and process is the foundation of quality writing.

So start scribbling shite on your pages, dear friends. Eventually you’ll polish some of those turds and find yourself with something pretty great.

Or you could do laundry, listen to music, reorganize the cupboards, read news, and all the while imagine what a great writer you’ll be… someday… when you finally start writing.

A writer writes. An egotist fantasises about the life of writing.

Which will you be?

Related post on procrastination

You know you’re old when staying up all night makes you feel old

fun at every ageBrilliant all nighter with friends, wine, and laughs. Today I’m bloody knackered. I managed to make it through the radio show, with the added challenge of tackling a new studio system. And now, despite looming deadlines, I feel dead to the world. How did I do this for several consecutive nights in my twenties?! While I rest my haggard old bones and nurse my ego, I remind myself of all the wisdom gained from those years of idiocy and experimentation. Sure, partying two nights in a row is now beyond me, but I know how to party well when I do make it out. 😉