Friendshipping

How well have you tended to long-time relationships during pandemic isolation, aging, crises, and dread of the near future? I hear from many that they are waking up to having lost intimacy with the dearest of friends. 🥰

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Comforting

There are times in any longish life that we prefer being conmfortabel over all other states of being. But consider this: the original meaning of comfort was to give strength (com+forte), encouraging those facing adversity, grief, and uncertainty, and enable them to keep going.

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Can't-Complaining

Complaining is a fruitless wish that “it were not thus,” …But, if we avoid seeking meaningful resolution, we are limited to wishing and hoping things will morph from unpleasant to perfect all on their own (small odds).

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Dopam-ing

It happened in an instant. I’m fine, on target for that healthy meal, and whammo! I reached for the chips instead. Instant gratification doesn’t just make us fat, broke, and awash in clutter. It atrophies the rational part of the brain that tells us we really don’t want to eat, buy, or leave important things undone. Results are poorer memory, spiraling dissatisfaction, lack of impulse control in general, and ultimately a miserable existence. Don’t stop reading, it gets worse.

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What-Iffing

This particular musing is not about how to make a perfect decision. You have free will, and there are no Option Police who will arrest you for the car you picked or whether you went back to PC after trying a Mac.

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Undoing

I’m being pointedly advised by various healers of the benefit of improving my relationship to “rest.” I didn’t have a clue what they meant, other than sleeping more and doing less. What is showing up in my pulses and vitals that causes my health care team to be concerned? This is my quest.

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Thought-Collecting

I found a small stack of my mother’s journals after her death in 1992, and they were very much like mine: each began with a diligent promise to notate every day. Almost immediately a few days skipped, then self-recrimination. I guess we both kept re-starting because we believed it was a portal to something good, a doorway to become better versions of ourselves.

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