Here it is, January 2, 2014 and I did not post anything about this new year or even a resolution or two. How can that be?
New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day, I was over at C4C – Come for Company (initially, Company for Christmas, but we’ve expanded). I had a wonderful time. Though in truth it was mostly conversation between the hosts as everyone seemed pretty good at dealing with this holiday vs. the Christmas blues that can strike without warning.
Ordinarily, I do my resolutions or goal settings every three months or so as needed, so this annual resolution thing leaves me cold. I get it. I just don’t do it. What I do do is have a serious chat with myself and God, and this year, I ran. Oh, I looked pretty good, but the truth is I ran. I was on the Internet, reading, chatting, running away because it dawned on me that you teach what you most need to learn (again).
For anyone just coming in, I wrote a manual, entitled When to Lay the Weapons Down, for a course on stress I taught to attorneys. Initially, I was just going to post a few, beginning with Rules for Being Human and then whatever I saw fit to publish.
Rules for Being Human was a big hit here, which got me to thinking that maybe I should just publish the manual, When to Lay the Weapons Down, serially. And so, it started. You will find any and all under the category to the right titled “AWOL” as a convenient repository for tracking more posts down. There’s an intro, followed by The Intruder, Parts 1-5, which should be followed by Rules for Humans (published out of sequence). Note: You’ll have better luck going by date – the repository tends to post most recent post first – so the order is reversed – just to keep you on your toes and wholly confused.
There were questions about The Intruder, which I wrote way back in ancient times of 1986. I’d been thinking about the concept for a long time, but it wasn’t until I had periodontal work done on the roof of my mouth. This is where they tuck and pull the skin covering the roof of your mouth and sew stitches into the skin at the top of the roof of your mouth. Nice cadence in the repetition, don’t you think? That is because there is no skin at the top of the roof of your mouth. Go on, run your tongue up there -feel any loose rolls of skin up there? No… It is said that the thinnest skin is the skin underneath your eyes. I think the roof of the mouth (ROM) could give it a run for its money.
As I left the periodontist, they mentioned in passing that I might experience some discomfort when the Novocaine wore off and I might want to take some Advil for any lingering discomfort. Oh, eat soft foods or liquids for a couple of days – maybe until the stitches dissolve or your next appointment to remove any that remained…
Raise your hand if you’ve ever had extensive dental work? When a dentist says “discomfort,” it is my experience, based on six root canals that became infected; wisdom teeth removed that developed dry sockets – considered right up there with giving birth – though any mother will tell you nothing compares with giving birth – that dentists and I disagree sharply on the word “discomfort” and its use in dentistry.
The Novocaine wore off and the discomfort went from a quiet tempo to a cannot-sit-still tempo, ricocheting up level by level of pain. I tried the yogurt – serious mistake, it has sugar in it and that made the ROM VERY UNHAPPY. Soup was too hot. The one thing that did work was cold cottage cheese. I would gently tongue it into place, packing the ROM until the coolness wore off and it was time for another bite. Then I ran out of cottage cheese… I couldn’t eat, read or sleep. In desperation, I went over to the computer and started to write The Intruder. And, I was dazzled by it at 6:00 a.m. when I finished it. Woke up a good friend, who was not as impressed as I was. Some people liked it. One painfully intelligent man, who would now be known as an IT geek, looked up at the end, puzzled. “I don’t get it.” Okay, not for him. And, there it sat until it was time to teach a course on stress to groups of attorneys, who really didn’t want to be there.
What I have found over the years is that we pay little attention to parts of ourselves until we crash and burn and it is a long swim back to land after one of those.
I am realizing, as I read this manual piece by piece prior to publishing it here, that this year, for me, will be Physical’s turn for attention. He’s been good, really good, and now, he is yelling for my attention. Between the diagnosis of COPD and being unemployed, I’ve gotten sedentary. I would rather read and write than eat. If not for Ella, the greythound needing a couple of walks a day, I’d be in front of my monitor a solid 12-15 hours a day and you develop some bad knots and a tired butt doing that. Anybody? Anybody?
Going forward, I am thinking I’ll do Notes to Self to answer questions that arise, if any, and maybe coach myself using this manual. Want to come play with me?