How My Friends Make Me Feel Loved and Appreciated

I’ve written many blog posts about things I dislike in human interactions. Although those posts almost always also contain alternatives to the things I dislike, one of my best friends encouraged me to write a post focusing more on the things I’d like to see from those who want to be my friend. Many of these come from my dog Sawyer as he was the best friend I’ve ever had, treated me wonderfully, and taught me a lot about friendship during our eleven years together. No surprise, then, that my best human friends do many of the same things that Sawyer did for me. Here are the ways I feel most loved and appreciated by my closest friends.

  1. They listen to me. This is huge for me. I don’t say a lot around most humans, and I often need room to air out my ideas when I do speak, so I appreciate anyone who gives me the space to do so and then considers what I say. Bonus points if they let me know when something I say impacts them positively.
  2. They feel comfortable with quiet presence. Talking is optional with me, and I generally prefer silence. It’s much easier for me to feel calm and stay in the present moment when I don’t have to think about what someone else has said or what to say in response. I always love seeing how calm and alive someone becomes when they fully relax into the moment.
  3. They are gentle with me. I thrive on gentleness and safety. If I step out of line, my close friends let me know in a civil way, and I do the same for them. Having spent so much of my life around folks who would escalate a mild situation into an intense situation and an already intense situation into an explosive situation, I have deep appreciation for those who choose the peaceful path instead.
  4. They give me space as needed. Because I get overwhelmed easily, I need lots of space. One-on-one interactions are my favorite, and small groups with only a few other humans are about all I care to be deeply involved with at this point. I also love breaks from conversation, especially when I’m feeling tired, have nothing to say, or am having trouble understanding even simple things that someone else says. Every time I return from a break, I always feel better and can navigate the situation more smoothly and comfortably.
  5. They give me attention as needed. As much as I love space, I do value attention from and quality time with those close to me. Whether someone has asked me something about myself or is trying to help me get through a rough season, I appreciate them keeping the focus on me as long as I’m still talking, especially when I’m already feeling upset and don’t want to feel worse by hearing about other painful experiences. Also, although I like some space to talk about myself, I feel most comfortable talking about things we are both interested in, and it seems they also do.
  6. They speak life into me and others. I feel best when my friends and I are lifting each other up with our words. I also love it when they are either doing the same for those who aren’t within earshot or simply avoid talking about them when they’re not around. It’s amazing how much even one kind word can lift someone’s spirits and make a bad day a little easier to bear.
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Why I Love Routines

This past weekend was weird. Each day featured something upsetting, whether big or small. Since there were plenty of good things surrounding the upsetting things, it turned out to be an ok weekend. Still, it reminded me of the critically important role that routines play in my life.

I may be the most routine-focused human I know. Nearly everything I do involves some kind of routine. That’s how I’ve developed and improved my skills at juggling, unicycling, emotional intelligence, and everything else. The good routines I’ve developed have allowed me to bounce back pretty well and enjoy the good moments that happen during the difficult times. When I felt super upset at some of the more painful things from this weekend, I couldn’t think straight or enjoy anything pleasant that did happen. Once the emotions settled down and I did some fun things, I could either appreciate the good that was happening at the time or that had happened in the midst of some great unpleasantness.

Unfortunately, I experience a lot of stress when my routines are disrupted. The worst days are the ones that most interfere with my morning and nighttime routines. It’s so much harder to start the day off well or bring it to a smooth landing if either of those routines get disrupted or have to be cut extremely short. I have an even harder time if I get hardly any time to myself or my hobbies in the middle part of the day. In contrast, when my morning and nighttime routines unfold as usual, even the most painful occurrences in between don’t seem nearly as bad. Sometimes I even forget about a painful event by the time I get into bed. That’s how powerful my routines are.

In addition to my usual routines, I also throw in more nice things as needed to recover from unusually difficult experiences or several painful experiences in a short span of time. This is mostly reserved for days in which everything seems to go wrong. When I have weeks or even months like that, I need lots of extra nice things over many days to recover. While this has turned into excess in the past, it doesn’t seem to do so anymore. For example, when I’m feeling majorly stressed due to repeated unpleasant occurrences, I’ll often eat some of my favorite unhealthy foods for a bit of comfort. Even when I eat a lot of that food, I still find it easy to resume my normal healthy eating habits once I feel better. That’s such a nice change of pace from past behaviors.

Routines have been absolutely essential in the time since my dog Sawyer’s death. The day he died, the routines we shared immediately went away. His absence and the absence of our routines left a huge hole in my life. To compensate, I started some new routines later that day and over the next few months, many of which I still do. These routines both honor him, keep his memory fresh within me, and ease the pain I’ve felt for over two years now. Even on busy days in which I’m far from home and have hardly any spare time, I make sure to do some version of those daily routines to keep me on track and prevent me from regressing in my healing journey. Whether or not anyone else understands or approves of them, I’m going to keep doing these routines until I no longer feel the need for them.

I can’t imagine my life without good routines. The familiarity and consistency they bring to a world that is largely unknown and scary provide me with a great deal of comfort. Most of the routines I have now weren’t always in place as they gradually arose in response to particular needs. As my needs have changed, so have my routines. However they change in the future, they will always involve plenty of rest, relaxation, self-care, and self-love across each area of my life (physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual). I have no idea what that will look like in the future, but I hope that whatever happens, I can develop new routines and adapt my existing ones to keep moving me into a better life situation.

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Two Different Responses

For as long as I can remember, I have gotten in trouble for making the exact same kinds of jokes that others have gotten praised for making. Someone known for saying blunt, often cruel things will make a joke at someone else’s expense and those around will laugh, including the person who is the butt of the joke. I’ll then make a related joke and get met with either silence, scorn, or one followed by the other. Why? Let’s explore this.

I suspect it has to do with how I usually act and what I normally say around others, whether I know them well or not. Because I’m known for saying little and sticking to nicer things when I do speak, a joke that seems to come at someone else’s expense is shocking and out of character for me. In contrast, someone who is known for blurting out whatever they’re thinking is expected to say those kinds of jokes and so is rewarded with laughter or even praise. I’ve experienced this enough times to believe that folks who normally are outgoing and assertive can get away with saying more than folks who are normally quiet and passive.

This is largely why I’ve stopped making those kinds of jokes, using sarcasm, pretending to be upset when I’m really not, etc. That and the fact that I’ve grown to dislike mean-spirited humor in general, whether I’m on the giving, receiving, or witnessing end. If that were the only issue here, I’d be fine with it. However, there is a deeper problem that still plagues me despite all the work I’ve done on it.

That problem is how difficult this makes it for me to set boundaries. For an assertive person, setting a boundary is expected, normal, and accepted. For a passive person, setting a boundary is unexpected, abnormal, and rejected. This is why assertive people can easily set and maintain boundaries while I’ve often been on the receiving end of hostility when I’ve attempted to set a boundary, stand up for myself, or anything else along those lines. No matter how politely, calmly, and civilly I’ve done it, I’ve almost always been accused of being cruel, mean, ungrateful, or been told “You come with too many rules.” Those who speak in a blunt, direct way can get away with plenty that I, with my more reserved, shy speaking style never can.

Aside from the above experiences, there are other issues when it comes to setting and maintaining boundaries. One of them is caring more about someone else’s emotional state than my own. Much of this comes from knowing how much others have hurt me emotionally and not wanting to do that to anyone else. Another huge one is the fear of getting hurt if I speak up, as happened so often in my upbringing when I attempted to stand up for myself. Some practice with safe humans in safe situations has helped. Swing dancing has helped me a lot with this. When I ask someone to dance, they almost always accept, but occasionally will decline. That used to a hurt me a lot, and now it doesn’t hurt me at all. I’ve also gotten confident enough to decline dances without feeling bad about it. Seeing that doing this hasn’t destroyed or even harmed my interactions with anyone has been a huge relief and allows me to keep at it. I hope that continued practice will allow me to do this in more areas, especially the ones that are difficult and painful right now.

I’ve written before about how good my dog Sawyer was at boundaries. After our friendship was solidified, we could say or do anything and always knew we still loved each other. With all he taught me about boundaries and other important things in life, I can use a lot of that to up my boundaries game. That’s still a struggle for me because I’m not used to it. My whole life consists of habits and routines. When I’m doing something that I’ve done many times, it flows easily and I feel good. With new things, there is often stress, frustration, overwhelm, and a lack of interest in continuing it until I’ve practiced it enough to make it easy (or at least easier than it was initially). While I wish I could more easily adapt to new things, I love the fact that I can practice enough things to have my bases covered in several areas of life. Given how many things I’ve excelled at despite thinking I’d never be able to do them at all, I feel confident that continued practice will improve my ability to set and maintain boundaries in a kind way and avoid trying to appease those who are never going to treat me well. Here’s hoping.

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Self-Care Through Beard Care

Although I’ve had a full beard since late 2016 and sported a few full beards before then, it’s only recently that I’ve gotten interested in proper beard care. What I didn’t expect to find here was a connection between beard care and self-care. Here’s what I’ve experienced thus far.

This has been a gradual process. It started when I felt sufficiently unsatisfied with how my beard looked that I knew some changes were in order. I thought back to how my beard used to look, what made it look that way, and what I could change to bring that look back. After searching YouTube for advice, I also started brushing my beard differently (including brushing it while still in the shower), letting it grow more by trimming it less often, using scissors instead of an electric trimmer to trim my mustache, and switching to a beard wash instead of using normal body wash. Those simple changes have made my beard look and feel much better than it has in a long time. It’s still early, so I’m certain that with continued care, my beard will get even healthier.

It helps that several things I was already doing (at least some of the time) for my own health also improved my beard health. The most helpful ones were eating good food, improving my sleep, and getting good at eliminating lots of stress while effectively managing that which remains. It took time to figure out what to do in those areas, especially with my emotions. Since I’ve healed so much of the pain around my dog Sawyer’s death, I now have much more time and energy to take good care of myself in other areas, including caring for my beard.

Anytime I’ve made huge changes in my life, I only did so when things got bad enough to make the pain of change smaller than the pain of staying the same. That seems to be how I make all major changes in my life, and it appears to be the case for most other humans as well. Why make huge changes if everything is going well? In addition to that being unnecessary, there are also the risks that such changes will make things worse and that returning to the previous position won’t be possible. In contrast, when enough things are going badly, it’s worth experimenting to see what can be improved. Such situations almost always have at least a few areas that are clearly in need of improvement, and starting there tends to make things dramatically better.

There is also the issue of being comfortable with the way things are. As long as they aren’t excessively painful, there’s a tendency to keep things the same. I can overcome that to some extent by making small changes, as I’ve done for many years. However, sometimes that only works to temporarily relieve some uncomfortable symptoms of a deeper problem. The dietary changes I made a few months ago only came after about a week of gastrointestinal discomfort that my usual methods of treating failed to fix. Once I made some major changes, the symptoms went away, and, I hope, the underlying issues also did. Since my health has gotten much better over the last few months while sticking to healthy eating more often than not, I believe I’m in the clear here. I hope I can learn to make important changes before things go way off the rails.

As my beard continues to look and feel better, so do I. I’m enjoying the scents, rituals, experimentation, and improvements in the health of my beard. Beyond all of that, this is another form of self-care, which always makes me feel good. It’s nice to take care of myself and feel even a small amount of self-love. I first realized the connection to self-care when I noticed myself looking forward to caring for my beard each day and feeling happier afterward. That was a welcome observation. Additionally, since I never paid much attention to beard care until recently, I’ve never seen the full potential of my beard. It’ll still take a while for me to learn how to properly care for it and for it to settle into the form I prefer. I look forward to seeing what it looks like when that happens. Until then, I’ll keep enjoying this journey and the benefits that come from taking good care of myself.

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My Take on Punishment

I’ve thought a lot about punishment over the last few years. There are a lot of different perspectives on this subject, and discussions around it often become heated in a hurry. Here is my take on punishment.

To start, what I mean by “punishment” is causing someone pain because they’ve done something one dislikes. I see punishment as being about revenge, not about instilling good behavior, good virtues, or any other similar justification for punishing someone. All of those can be brought about without punishment. Cases where punishment seems to work inevitably involve the person who is being punished either being shown a better way to do something or figuring out one on their own. Anyone who’s taught enough things to enough people knows that when somebody is doing something counterproductive, it’s often because they simply don’t know a better way to do it. Without knowing a better way, they will either continue trying one or more bad ways of doing that thing or they’ll give up entirely. When shown a better way, they embrace it and give up their previous approach. That is positive behavioral change without punishment, and it’s something I do whenever I assist someone with juggling, unicycling, or anything else I know a great deal about. Instead of punishing them for making mistakes, I compliment them on what they’re doing well, gently point out something that will improve what they’re doing, and celebrate with them when they succeed. This keeps everyone involved feeling good and wanting to continue instead of feeling upset and wanting to quit.

Many people fear making mistakes because they’ve been punished for doing so. If the punishments were especially severe and frequent, this can result in such a huge fear of failure that they worry excessively even in simple situations, do almost nothing without permission where no permission is actually needed, and intentionally aim so low that they get hardly anything accomplished. Also, one of the biggest problems with punishing someone for making mistakes is the fact that mistakes are an inevitable part of the learning process. Thus, punishing someone for making mistakes discourages them from learning and improving at whatever they’re working on.

Along with being punished for making mistakes, almost everyone has gotten punished at some point in their lives for breaking rules despite never being told what the rules were. This applies to adults and kids alike. In fact, there are so many rules in the adult world that nobody can name them all or even know how many there are, and yet adults are still routinely given harsh punishments for breaking those rules that almost nobody knows exist. Of all the reasons given for punishing someone, doing so because they broke a rule that they were never told about has to be one of the cruelest.

Additionally, punishment sometimes results in more unwanted behavior. Many folks have lied out of fear of being punished for admitting when they’ve messed up, saying that they need help, crying, or even simply telling someone that they feel upset. Others become violent and run roughshod over everyone else. Some individuals resort to abuse in certain situations and people pleasing in others. In many cases, it also makes those at risk of being punished for particular kinds of behavior think up increasingly clever ways to avoid getting caught instead of avoiding that behavior. It would be much better for both them and the person wanting to punish them if they instead sat down together, found out why one of them did something troublesome, and worked together to solve the underlying problems. Then their relationship would improve, and they would see any negative behavior automatically go from unhealthy to healthy in a lasting way without the constant threat of punishment hanging overhead.

Some might say that some humans can’t be reasoned with. I agree. Humans are fundamentally driven by emotion, so nobody is inherently reasonable or capable of being reasoned with when their emotions are driving them in the opposite direction. That’s why anybody who works as a hostage negotiator or in any other field that requires bringing peace to stressful and dangerous situations has to use empathic listening, a calming voice, and other techniques that work on the emotional level. An objection to this might be that those techniques don’t always work. That’s true. They do sometimes fail, as do all other human endeavors. Even the best hostage negotiators don’t always succeed in getting the hostages released safely. The fact that even the best methods aren’t foolproof is a poor excuse for using the worst methods (yelling, violence, punishment, etc.), which are even more likely to fail. Any hostage negotiator who tried a hostile approach with a kidnapper would guarantee that any and all hostages would never again see the light of day. How many goals and relationships are similarly being held hostage in everyday life through hostility and punishment?

Here’s an example of one of the few things I disliked in the book Boundaries: a girl doesn’t want to go to the dentist, her father says she’s then “choosing” to not go to a party she was looking forward to attending, and she reluctantly agrees to go to the dentist after all. While this is presented as an example of boundaries, it’s actually a threat of punishment. A boundary is what you will say or do for yourself, not an attempt to control or hurt somebody else. Further, the father makes no attempt to understand why she doesn’t want to go to the dentist (which could include a fear of the dentist that the girl and her father can work through together, concern if the appointment conflicts with something else she wanted to do during that time, discomfort if the dentist acted inappropriately toward her last time, etc.). For both the girl’s own health as well as the relationship between her and her father, the best course of action is to eschew punishment in favor of identifying her concerns and working through them together.

This brings up another point worth mentioning: kids often have issues that they cannot effectively communicate, whether because of their age, disabilities, or something else beyond their control, and yet they’ll still get punished when they struggle. For example, some parents either punish their kids if they don’t want to eat a certain food or force them to eat that food only to later learn that their kids are actually allergic to it! Their kids may not be old enough to understand what allergies are, may not realize that there’s an allergic reaction going on regardless of age, or lack the words to describe their experience, but they do know that they feel bad when they eat that food. Parents who force that food on their kids and punish them for resisting or expressing discomfort only make matters worse. In contrast, parents who listen to their kids, notice when things are going badly, and take them to the doctor to find out what’s wrong are doing a much better job of taking care of their kids. This is one of many areas in which punishment falls short while alternative approaches shine, and it can be used equally well with adults who are having a hard time expressing their concerns and needs.

At best, I see punishment as an unsuccessful attempt to make things better. At worst, I see it as intentional acts of cruelty inflicted on others out of anger, hatred, and a desire to bring them pain. This is based on countless examples of alternative approaches being discussed in great detail and then getting immediately dismissed by those who defend punishment. For example, A might say that they have a special situation that makes punishment necessary. If B describes a similar situation and explains how they navigate it without resorting to punishment, A will again dismiss what has been said and continue asserting that they need to use punishment (often while levying personal attacks against B instead of considering what B is saying or at least acting in a civil manner). That swift dismissal without showing why anything brought up was incorrect or impractical and without thinking about how it could apply to their situation suggests that they have no desire to even consider any alternatives to punishing others who do things they dislike.

I see this a lot from those who received harsh, violent punishments as kid. They often say they turned out fine, yet they almost always react with hostility to the idea that those punishments left them with lasting pain or that they shouldn’t be punishing their own kids. They’re demonstrating the trauma response of fight, which they also default to when they administer punishment while yelling, cursing, hitting someone, etc. (not to mention that punishment itself is just another form of fighting). In this state, it is almost impossible to think clearly, see other options, and take any path other than the one currently being followed (even if one or more other paths are better). When they can’t decide to try something new in the heat of the moment, they can only fall back onto old patterns of behavior, whether they developed those patterns themselves or inherited them from older family members.

I believe that being punished early in life is the primary reason that punishment continues to be used in many areas of life and gets passed down to each new generation. I also suspect that guilt on the part of those who use punishment is a big part of the hostility and defensiveness they exhibit when confronted. If that’s correct, then instead of suppressing their guilt and attacking whoever criticizes them, they could find peace by releasing the guilt and finding peaceful ways to interact with others. That would also, I hope, stop the punishment from getting handed down to future humans.

This would be a monumental shift since punishment has been one of several constants throughout human history. Some seem to think that “civilized” societies are far more advanced than “primitive” societies, particularly in how disputes and violence are handled. However, this is just an illusion. All societies that are built on violence and punishment feature both as regular parts of life. Attempted justifications and those tasked with doling out the punishment have varied, but it’s still been used widely across cultures, countries, and time periods either as a threat to make humans of all ages follow orders or as a way to hurt them for disobeying. Whether it’s one individual punishing another, a local group doing so, or members of one or more society-wide institutions carrying it out makes no real difference. The only true difference is that the punishment present in many modern societies is harder to see or recognize as punishment compared to the much more open punishment of many past societies.

The many punishments I received growing up have given me a lot of fear in social interactions, especially with those in positions of power over me. I still can resort at times to people-pleasing, ignoring my own needs and wants in favor of pleasing others, and feeling afraid of standing up for myself against mistreatment. I especially fear talking about my ideas when they are in stark contrast to someone else’s, particularly when that person is quick to anger. That’s why I feel much more comfortable sharing what’s on my mind and heart through writing, such as in this blog.

The emotional work I’ve done has reduced a lot of my above issues, in addition to reducing my tendency to keep in negative emotions until I explode on someone. I still have a long way to go, however, to rid myself of the belief that I’m a horrible human who doesn’t deserve good treatment or the option to request a situation change in ways that would make me feel more comfortable. I envy those who have never had to face anything like that, and I dearly hope I can eliminate that while I’m still young.

For full disclosure, the desire to punish others still exists within me. I often want to punish those who hurt me so much growing up, anyone who hurts innocent humans or animals, and everyone who makes general life worse for everyone. That said, I want to live in a world without punishment. A world in which mistakes are met with grace, gentle guidance takes the place of actions meant to cause pain, and everyone feels safe to interact with others in a variety of ways without fear of negative repercussions. I know that punishing others will just add to the pain in the world and keep things going as they are, so I do my best to do better. While I can do little to convince others to help build a peaceful world, I can do my part to help it along by refraining from punishing others and choosing options based on peace instead. The more I heal, and the more I heal old pain from early in my life, the weaker that desire to punish others becomes. On my best days, I have lots of patience, grace, and forgiveness for myself and everyone around me. That gives me hope that I can continue doing better here.

Fortunately, some have also chosen to do better. I saw this firsthand during one of my trips to the local zoo. A family was watching some gorillas when the son fell down. He started crying right away after the dad helped him up. The dad then set his son on his knee, softly patted his back while giving him a lengthy hug and gave him comforting words as he cried (“Take a minute, buddy” and “It’s been a long day, I know”). The boy cried for a minute or two while still getting those pats and comforting words. The dad then asked his son in a gentle voice if he wanted to go home or see the alligators. He started to walk away, son still in his arms, when the boy asked to see the baby gorillas. He still sounded a bit upset but was no longer crying and had mostly returned to how he was before (talking calmly and asking questions about the animals).

I teared up a bit after seeing that. The dad showed more concern for his son than whatever anyone nearby might have thought about his son crying in public. He said nothing along the lines of “Stop crying” or “That wasn’t that bad a fall” or anything else. It was also nice that the dad gave his son the option to go home and rest or keep exploring the zoo for a while longer. That sort of present, emotionally intelligent response can’t come out of nowhere, so I figure that’s the dad’s go-to response whenever his son feels upset and needs some comfort. I can imagine his son taking away the lesson that his dad will be there for him even when he feels hurt, scared, and upset; that crying is ok; and that they can sit together through the hard, painful times. I didn’t say anything to the dad, although I did consider thanking him for handling that so well. I’m glad I got to witness that gentle parenting in action and it gave me hope that things are moving in a good direction in at least certain areas. I hope that becomes the go-to response of anyone whose kids need comfort, love, and support during a painful, scary time.

Jason Wilson has done an incredible job of overcoming his abusive upbringing to mentor young men and boys who are trying to navigate similar struggles. Here, he demonstrates noticing some pain in one of his students, making it safe for the student to share his painful feelings, and even to cry in front of everyone without being mocked or shamed. This allows the student to overcome his limitation and succeed where he once thought he’d fail. A powerful lesson.

Marshall Rosenberg was an expert at hearing and meeting the needs of everyone who called on him for help. He spoke and wrote a lot about resolving conflicts through this exact method. Although it can be difficult to have enough presence and emotional intelligence to focus more on someone’s emotions and needs than the harsh things they might be saying, it can be learned and used to bring about solutions that focus on Win/Win instead of Win/Lose.

Mister Rogers spent his entire adult life modeling peaceful ways of living. Generations of kids and adults alike learned how to better relate to themselves and those close to them, whether in good times or hard times. He even shared how he apologized to his grandson after taking out some anger on him. In addition to showing that even someone as kind, patient, and loving as Mister Rogers could still make mistakes at times, he was still willing to own up to them and make things right again.

There are even entire countries in which alternatives to punishment are being utilized with great success. While I haven’t heard of any thus far that have completely eliminated punishment, some have greatly scaled it back. Unlike most other prisons in which punishment is a huge part of the process, the extent of the punishment in Norwegian prisons is the inmates’ lack of freedom to leave the prisons until their sentences are over. The primary focus is on rehabilitation, even for those who commit incredibly violent acts. As a result of extensive training for guards in (among other subjects) psychology, communication, law, and de-escalation, in addition to prisons that are designed to as closely as possible mimic normal Norwegian society, Norwegian prisoners are far less likely to commit acts of violence after being released than US prisoners. If this works with incredibly violent humans, think about how well it can work for everyone else.

My dog Sawyer responded much better to gentle guidance than punishment. Since I was the least likely of his human family to punish him, I think it’s no coincidence that, over time, he grew closer to me than anyone else. I’m so thankful that our friendship was such that we could let each other know what we needed and help meet those needs without punishing each other.

Without punishment or the threat thereof, it becomes much easier to work through issues with others, clean up messes together, and share deep feelings. Everyone I’ve seen speak favorably about punishing others has never shown that same enthusiasm when it comes to accepting punishment when they do something someone else dislikes. It’s easy to be in favor of punishment when it’s someone else who gets hurt; it’s a whole different ballgame when one’s own safety and wellbeing are at risk. That may be the way in: showing those who support punishment that, just as they feel better and learn better when given gentle guidance rather than punishment, so do others. Only time will tell if this or anything else will bring about a more peaceful world. If it does, I hope I’ll be around to see it and enjoy it, at least for a little while.

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A Better Way to Work

I remember reading a short story many years ago. In the story, a kid decides to make some money by mowing lawns. His neighbor tells him that there are three different types of lawn jobs: $3, $4, and $5. She also tells him that nobody can do a $5 job. This inspires him to prove her wrong. He spends all day mowing, weeding, trimming, and doing other types of work in her lawn, even stopping to take naps and breaks as needed. All his effort pays off as he gets $5 and his neighbor’s respect.

The story seems intended to show the value of hard work. At this point in my life, however, with everything I’ve experienced since reading that story, I can’t help but think about it differently. What stands out to me the most is the opportunity cost of that kid working all day to get $5 from one lawn. If he had been able to do three $3 jobs in the time it took him to do one $5 job, he’d have almost double the money for the same amount of work, and almost triple if he could have done three $4 jobs during that time. That’s a large difference that grows even larger over time.

As for any possible concerns about doing lower quality work in order to get more jobs, there has to be a balance between effectiveness and efficiency. Lots of companies do just fine with poor quality products and services (especially huge companies with big name recognition, many locations, and long track records), so anyone who offers good products and services has an advantage. Nobody has to shoot for perfection in order to succeed. Sometimes it’s better to do a good enough job than to try to get everything perfect.

Additionally, some things can only be learned by trial and error. Lots of folks in business start out slowly and simply, learn as they go, and steadily improve the quality of what they offer as they accumulate more knowledge about running a business. Their business might eventually end up in a very different place than it was when it started, and they will almost certainly be more knowledgeable, efficient, and effective than they were at the outset. If they didn’t start where they were and with the level of knowledge and skill they had at the time, they’d have never improved their business or even started it at all.

With the food delivery gig I started earlier this year, it took me a long time to figure out how much to look for with the orders. Specifically, the amount of driving that comes with any given offer compared to the amount of money in that offer. In the spirit of what I said above about the story of the kid doing yard work, I’d much rather make a few higher-paying deliveries that don’t involve too much driving than make a lot of deliveries that pay way less money each. However, I’ll accept slightly lower-paying offers if they come with far less driving than slightly higher-paying offers. In any event, I always strive to avoid offers whose mileage is higher than the pay (for example, an offer that requires ten miles of driving and pays $5).

Sometimes I’ll even forgo delivery driving altogether if a better deal arises. There was one week in which I made hardly any deliveries because I was busy with another project. Since that project made me much more money over three days than I’d have made doing deliveries during that time period, I knew that it was worth sacrificing several small opportunities in order to accept the one big opportunity. I’ve done similarly at past jobs by taking time off to perform at juggling gigs that paid me much more money than I’d have made working my regular shift (the gigs also were more fun and took less time).

The changes I’ve made in these different projects have all come about gradually through trial and error. Small changes are always easier to make and sustain than huge changes. Easing into delivery driving was much easier than other jobs in which I suddenly went from unemployment straight into working nearly full-time, or in which I went directly from one kind of job into another very different job. The two biggest changes I’ve had with regard to my dog Sawyer were the day he came home and the day he died. In the former, I went from never having had a dog to having a new best friend. In the latter, our friendship of eleven years ended in a matter of minutes. While it was fairly quick and easy to adjust to life with Sawyer, adjusting to life without him has been the longest, hardest, and most painful process of my life. I’m certain it would have been easier if I’d had more notice or if there had been some way to gradually reduce our time together until we had none left.

Finding the balance between efficiency and effectiveness is something that comes with time. I’ve gotten pretty good at doing this with my hobbies, various jobs, and even this blog. On the days in which it’s difficult to do anything, doing just a little bit is enough to keep the ball rolling in a good direction while still giving me time to rest so I can do more another day. That has kept up my skills with juggling, unicycling, swing dancing, writing, and so on. All without making me feel extraordinarily frustrated and wanting to give up on the hard days. This approach still seems to be the exception in general. Whether or not it becomes the norm on a widespread basis, I hope that I can keep developing it in my own life and interact primarily with others who do the same.

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Let the Good Times Roll

For most of my adult life, I’ve spent much of my waking days reminiscing over good times. This has gotten to the point over the last few years that I often wish I could relive the best moments of my life on an endless loop. If I could only pick one year to relive in that way, it would be 2018, my best year ever. On my worst days when I feel the most depressed, I become convinced that my best days are all behind me, and that my future either has nothing for me to look forward to or will be a pale imitation of my past.

This negative programming has become even more deeply etched within me since my dog Sawyer’s death. Losing him after the unexpected ending of a bad job a few months earlier and the many issues that have arisen in the two years since he died have made it much harder for me to imagine great times ahead. While I’ve healed a lot of the pain around losing him, there is still much work to be done, and life without him still hurts. Sawyer got me through a lot of hard times and was always there for me even when nobody else was, so his absence makes the hard times even harder. I miss his quiet, supportive presence and the gentle comfort he brought me when I needed it the most.

I recently got an idea about how to heal by reflecting fondly on the good times. When I look back on my best days, I usually do so with a huge sense of sadness that they’re gone and aren’t coming back. One day, I decided to focus on enjoying them without dwelling on the painful stuff that happened before and after. I found it to be a wonderfully relaxing experience that made me feel happier and lighter afterward. That’s one of the powerful lessons in Letting Go by David Hawkins: avoiding resisting the positive emotions. Sometimes it’s difficult for me to allow myself to feel happy, peaceful, joyful, and the like, so taking time to welcome those feelings as they arise is wonderful.

I’ve also worked more on releasing fear, especially fear connected to wonderful past occasions that took a huge negative downturn after the other shoe dropped. That happened throughout my upbringing. It usually took the form of me having fun while minding my own business until an adult snapped at me, yelled at me, or even hit me because I wasn’t doing something they wanted me to do or had done something they disliked. Although the violence has long gone away, others have still repeatedly snapped at, yelled at, and punished me in other ways over the past decade, which has programmed me to expect it whenever things go well for more than a little while. This is especially an issue with anyone who has power over me in a large system, whether it’s an employment situation or something that encompasses all of society. Additional ways that I’ve been hurt by things going badly (car trouble, unexpected financial issues, health problems, and other painful experiences that have happened many times this year already) prevent me from ever enjoying the good times for long as I’m always wondering how long they’ll last before the bad times return once again. I hope that continuing to heal past pain will allow me to fully enjoy the good stuff that is here now and whatever other good comes my way later without expecting it to end right away.

My life has contained long stretches in which I felt bad during the hard times and didn’t really enjoy much of the good times due to fear that they’d soon end. On some rare occasions, I’d feel bad during the hard times and fully enjoy the good times without fear of them ending. The highest level, which I haven’t permanently made my home but have stayed there briefly a couple of times, consisted of me feeling at peace regardless of what was happening around me. I don’t know if I’ll ever get to stay permanently at that highest level. If the furthest I ever reach is the level of feeling bad when bad things happen and good when good things happen, and I can stay at that level consistently without falling back down to feeling bad almost all the time, I’ll take it. Since I’ve repeatedly surprised myself by doing things I once thought couldn’t be done, I won’t set a limit on how far I can go. Instead, I’ll keep doing what’s worked wonders for me and see how far it takes me.

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Slow Down, Please!

During one of Mister Rogers’ interviews with Charlie Rose, he expressed concern over how noisy the world had become, saying, “I’m very concerned that our society is much more interested in information than wonder. In noise rather than silence.” That struck a chord with me. Generally, I prefer calm, quiet, and slow to rambunctious, loud, and fast. This is even more important to me when I have to make a big, important decision. In that case, I need to take it slow and let ideas come to me in quiet stillness. If not, I’ll forget important things and regret them later through rushing.

Unfortunately, what Mister Rogers said back in 1994 has only gotten worse since then. Every major decision I’ve regretted has been one I’ve made in a rush, yet the world seems to be moving faster every day and giving me less time to make important decisions. So much of modern life seems like a high-pressure sales situation or an interrogation: a fast, loud, confusing, intimidating, and scary situation meant to overwhelm the other person and make them do what those creating that situation want them to do. Whenever I can, I seek out calm, quiet, stillness, and peace as the antidote to such sensory overload. It’s sadly getting harder and harder to find any or all of those in regular life.

From what I’ve seen, my approach to conversations is vastly different than normal. I prefer to speak slowly in conversation, pause between the end of what someone says and the start of what I say (as well as between my own sentences), take time to formulate a response before speaking, and keep a relaxed pace throughout the whole exchange. I wish others would do the same, largely because that’s where I feel most comfortable, I need more time to understand what is being said and how someone feels about it, and the slower interactions I’ve had seem to have also been beneficial for the others involved, even if they generally operate faster in conversation. Instead, most humans I meet seem to race through everything they say, leave almost no pause between the end of my speech and the start of theirs, say the first thing that pops into their head (even when it’s cruel, irrelevant, or otherwise makes the interaction worse), and act anxiously the entire time. Unless I’m really in the zone, I tend to get dragged along with them into talking and interacting faster than is comfortable for me, which almost always makes me feel anxious and results in worse interactions. I hope to get better at talking and moving at my own pace regardless of what anyone else around me is doing.

I also have a great deal of trouble responding when someone asks me a question and then repeats the same question many times while I’m trying to think of an answer. When this happens, the person often immediately repeats the question less than a second after asking it. Sometimes they ask it a few times in a few different ways and then stop until I say something. Other times they ask it endlessly, only stopping if I finally interrupt. The endless repetition cases are the worst as they prevent me from having the inner stillness and silence that brings answers to mind. Some things make no sense to me until I get enough quiet space inside for what has been said to sort itself out. That can take anywhere from a few seconds to far, far longer, and it sometimes requires lots of clarification. By repeatedly asking the same question, and usually also pressuring me to answer right away, anyone who does this is actually preventing themselves from getting an answer from me.

This has created many issues for me across multiple areas of life. Outside of normal social interactions with others, being slow to understand made things hard at each of my past jobs. Whether it was taking a long time to learn the systems in place, having trouble understanding what someone was asking of me, carrying out a request outside of the norm, and more, all of those would have been much easier if I could have picked things up much faster. It’s also made misunderstandings much harder to clear up. So many folks, especially those I don’t know, are quick to make negative assumptions and speak about them in unclear ways. By the time I’ve understood that there is an issue and what that issue is, they’ve usually already cemented in their mind the negative assumption and started acting with hostility toward me.

All of this seems to have gotten harder after my head injury in November of 2021. It’s hard to tell for sure what lasting effects, if any, it has had. That was certainly a stressful situation at the time, although I was able to return to my normal life fairly quickly. The fact that it happened in the second of three highly stressful years in a row, not long before I left a job that had become more trouble than it was worth, and just under six months before my dog Sawyer’s death makes it tough to know how much of my current troubles are from the injury and how much are from the other issues. I suspect it’s a combination of all of those.

The most painful examples of this all involve Sawyer toward the end of his life. I strongly wish I had been given more time and space to talk about whether or not Sawyer was truly ready to die and the emotions I felt before the decision was made. Instead, I was rushed, guilted, pressured, and otherwise manipulated into going along with a decision that had already been made. My feelings, wants, and needs weren’t considered for a moment. As if that weren’t bad enough, in the rush of that decision and what followed, I assumed that when the vet talked about getting paw and nose prints from Sawyer, that at least the paw prints would be done with clay. To my dismay, they were only done in ink on cardstock. It didn’t occur to me until it was too late that clay prints might have required special arrangements at the vet or could have to have been done elsewhere entirely. While I love having the ink paw prints, I deeply regret not arranging to have clay paw prints made. To top it off, I wish I had been given more time with Sawyer’s body after he left it. Unfortunately, as I often do in extremely stressful situations, I followed the lead of others. This meant that Sawyer’s body was taken away only a few minutes after his death, and I didn’t think to ask what was happening next or to say I wanted more time with his body. When his body was taken away, I didn’t know that I wouldn’t get to see, pet, or visit with it again. If I had known that at the time, I would have made sure to get more than a few minutes, even if I were the only one in the room (which would have been my preference, actually). The unpleasant cherry on top was how Sawyer’s beds, towels, food/water bowls, and most of his other items were packed up and put away by nightfall that day. As if they, and, by extension, he, were never here in the first place. Nobody asked me if I was ok with that, if I’d like to have kept them out longer, or anything else about how I felt or what I wanted. I had to make a specific request to keep his pillow by the front window, and that only happened begrudgingly. The guilt, shame, anger, sadness, and regret around all of these have been incredibly heavy and hard to heal.

How I feel about any of this varies greatly from moment to moment. Sometimes I feel angry and depressed about how things are and seem to be going. Other times I feel calm and hopeful, especially when I see steps in the right direction anywhere in the world. Since I’ve worked through a ton of pain around Sawyer’s death over the last two years, it seems that older, deeper pains are now free to come up for healing. These are proving quite difficult to work through, given how many of them occurred during the first few years of my life and all of them before I became an adult. This “original pain,” as John Bradshaw described it in Homecoming, seems to be the most difficult to heal and to also bring the most freedom when finally put to rest. I hope that I can focus enough on those early emotional wounds to finally heal them and then be able to consistently stick to a slower speaking style and calmer conversational approach. The limited experiences I’ve had in emotional states with little to no fear, guilt, shame, or other negativity have been incredible, and I look forward to seeing how much better it gets when all the old pain is gone.

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Two Years Without Sawyer

This past Friday, April 19th, was the two-year anniversary of my dog Sawyer’s death. In both good and bad ways, that day was quite different than I imagined it would be. Here are some observations about it.

I wasn’t sure how painful that date would be this year. There was still a great deal of pain one year after Sawyer’s death. The fact that I spent much of that day searching for a rehab facility for seven orphaned baby possums and then transporting them once a good place had been found added to the pain and stress. Even without that experience, I’m certain that that day still would have been painful. That was the first day that I could no longer say I had Sawyer less than one year ago.

Just as last year, this year’s anniversary was also painful, especially since it marked the beginning of having to say that I’ve been without Sawyer for multiple years. However, the pain was smaller than last year and the day itself was overall ok. I attribute that to all the healing work I’ve done, regarding both Sawyer’s death and other issues. I spent lots of time by myself on Friday letting go and doing things in memory of Sawyer. Several of them made me cry healing tears. I reread Mister Rogers’s book When A Pet Dies and watched the episode of Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood in which he talks about death. Both gave me comfort and the episode freed up more tears.

Although I would have strongly preferred to have stayed home all day, I had an important commitment that evening. While the event itself went fine, I felt a lot of anger on the drive down there due to heavy delays and getting stuck at a lot of red lights on an alternative route. All that stress made me not even want to do the event at all since it took a lot just to get there through all that anger and wasted time. I felt so relieved to be back home after a smooth return drive. The anger and sadness took a lot out of me that day and left me feeling extra tired by the end.

The week leading up to the big day was almost a disaster. On Sunday, April 14th, something extremely scary, infuriating, and deeply painful happened that completely ruined that day for me. I cried a lot and yelled a lot after that happened; the next day featured some more crying and possibly more yelling. I spent the next two days at home doing four hours of letting go per day. That helped me feel immensely better. I kept doing as many extra letting go sessions throughout the week as my schedule allowed. I’m certain that allowed me to welcome all emotions on the anniversary much better than I otherwise could have in addition to preventing the massive pain from that Sunday from making me feel even worse than I did.

Car trouble added some additional stress to this already painful time of year. Fortunately, I was able to have reliable transportation every day it was needed. That was especially important over this past weekend when two close friends of mine got married in St. Augustine. I had the honor of being in the wedding party, which is the first time I’ve been asked to do so. I’m so glad I was able to be part of it despite the car issues and increased emotional pain.

Something many don’t seem to understand, and which took me a long time to realize, is that Sawyer’s death and life without him have both been painful for other reasons than my love for him. Since Sawyer first came home toward the end of my junior year in high school, we experienced a lot in our eleven years together. My high school graduation, first job, entering adulthood, first romantic relationship, start of my career as a professional juggler, and beginning of my self-improvement journey are a few of the things Sawyer was there to witness. He also got me through a lot of painful times, such as the end of that romantic relationship, several deaths of those close to me, scary confrontations, and tons of my own emotional struggles. The fact that he’s not here anymore not only means that we won’t get to make any new Earthly memories together but also that his role as a living link to many major milestones and wonderful times in my life is now broken. That is painful enough on my good days and even more painful on my bad days when I miss him, the comfort he gave me, and the connection he provided to the good times of the past.

I’m glad the day went as well as it did. Each day without Sawyer is difficult, and, thus far, each anniversary since his death has been more painful than the average day. Despite several humans telling me “The pain never goes away,” I have noticed a gradual decrease in the pain since I started working through it right after Sawyer’s death. While I don’t know how long it will take for all of the pain to go away, I feel confident that that will happen at some point with continued healing work. In addition to feeling curious as to how the third anniversary of Sawyer’s death affects me next year, I look forward to feeling increasing peace about what happened, what will happen, and what is happening around me.

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The Healing Power of Presence and Listening

I usually prefer to be by myself when I feel upset. On the rare occasions in which I’d like some company, I prefer that company keep the focus on me and my pain, just as I strive to keep the focus on those close to me and their pain when they turn to me for support during their painful times. I don’t want to feel lonely, and I feel most lonely when others use my pain as an opportunity to talk about themselves. (regardless of their intentions in doing so). In fact, I feel lonelier when surrounded by folks doing that than I ever do when I’m focusing on healing with nobody else around.

Ultimately, I want those close to me to simply be present with me and where I’m at instead of directing me or rejecting me if I feel anything other than happy, peaceful, joyful, etc. That is the central lesson in Cori Doerrfeld’s beautiful book The Rabbit Listened. When someone else listens to and is present with me, or when I do it for myself, the feeling of relief is incredible. It makes the pain smaller, easier to understand, and possible to work through without feeling so overwhelmed. Additionally, if enough humans did this, I believe it would solve most of the problems regarding gossip, interruptions, misunderstandings, fighting, strained relationships, etc. More peace and more solid relationships. Sounds wonderful.

Although I had known of it for quite some time, I finally took some time last week to watch the sweet video Steve Burns (the original host of Blue’s Clues) uploaded earlier this year. In case the link won’t work, Steve asked viewers how they were doing and then gave almost a minute of silence for them to answer while appearing to genuinely listen. Instead of staying quiet, I started talking about recent experiences. I cried a bit as I got more personal about the pain I’m still dealing with, especially around loneliness and fear of my future. I felt better after that. It’d be so nice to have even one human regularly listen to and be present with me like this. Only a handful of folks I know have ever done this for me, and none of them live nearby or are easy to reach. Although I’ve gotten pretty good at doing this for myself, it’s still hard at times. That’s when the struggles are strongest.

My dog Sawyer was wonderful at this. I felt safe enough around him to show all kinds of emotion and tell him about anything that was bothering me. No matter how good or bad I felt, he wanted to be by my side and show me love. When I felt bad, he often would get more still and quiet than usual while lying down near, against, or on top of me similarly to this. He always made me feel comfortable, loved, and valued, and I’m so thankful to have received that from him for so many years.

I want my friends to keep being my friends even when I feel mad, sad, afraid, or bad. Despite all the healing and self-improvement I’ve experienced for nearly 7 years now, I still fear that those close to me will leave me if I say I feel angry, frustrated, or otherwise upset at something they’ve done. As such, when I feel bad, I rarely say much about how I’m feeling, set strong boundaries, or ask for a change in an interaction. All of that becomes even harder to do when I feel deeply upset; that’s when I fear even more than usual how someone might react to my requests and revelations, so I say as little as possible and usually end up either going totally silent or getting dragged around by whoever is talking to me while they are seemingly totally oblivious to how I feel. A possible remedy for this is working on boundaries and expressions of feelings with close friends who have shown that they will stick with me even when I feel upset and don’t always know how to put it into words effectively. I’ve considered this before but have never done much of anything with it outside of a few instances during some life coaching back in 2021. I’d like to try more of it.

Until then, I’ll keep doing what I can on my own to release pain and feel more at peace. I’m thankful for having more opportunities than usual to do that this week. They have been crucial for overcoming a hugely painful experience on Sunday and preparing me for the two-year anniversary of Sawyer’s death on Friday. Even if it’s still painful, I hope it’s at least less painful than the day of his death and the one-year anniversary. If the progress I’ve made since April of 2022 is any indication, I’m sure it will be.

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