Reality Could Always Be As Expected

An Austrian-flavored lesson on the value of being present:

  • Vienna is beautiful, yes. More beautiful than Madrid or London? No. More beautiful than the redbuds and flowering trees on my Ashburn Street? Also no. Different flavor. Something to experience? Sure, but much more about how I am in Vienna than what I do.
  • Palaces. I think I'll take or leave them now. They are big, opulent displays that are the shells of riches and triumphs long ago. The people and the times feel dry and dusty. It's so much more about imagining who they were and how it would feel to be there. And that's usually up to us! What was that chaise like when the upholstery was new and it was the empress' favorite chair? What was it like to be the livery boy on the 67th carriage out of 98 at the wedding procession? Was it any big deal? So, perhaps I won't ditch palaces, but if I go…it will be with a different lens.
  • Coffee houses. Well, so far, I'd have to say that, again, it's up to me. They could be frayed and smoky or they could be charming and inspirational. The list of coffees and tortes could be exotic sounding, but if you get something that doesn't suit, it's no longer exotic.

Rather than set my expectations for gorgeousness like I've never known or for history to engage me or for the sweeping inspiration of a romantic atmosphere, I find that I am happiest when I shed those expectations and just be fully wherever I am and follow what I want to do. This is true when things exceed expectations and especially true when they don't. Did I love my fancy coffee and cheese torte? Nope, but I kinda loved realizing that it's not the perfect torte and coffee that will make my Vienna experience. It's me! I'll try something different the next time…get a good feel for the scope of things. And, I'll still enjoy my venti decaf soy latte with two and a half pumps sugar free vanilla syrup and two and half pumps sugar free cinnamon dolce syrup from the Starbucks in Ashburn when I want that too.

 

And when something is truly like nothing I've ever experienced before…well, I'll be there doing that too! Expect reality and you'll never be wrong. Be fully engaged in your reality and, I hope, you'll come out richer every time.

 

There is something very profound here…not sure I can quite explain it, but again….I'm sure I should be looking into Buddhism!

To Russia With Love

So, I’ve gone and wung away again. Is that a phrase? Oh well, it is now! I’m writing this from the Moscow airport where I have a 5 hr layover before reaching Vienna (Austria!). I won’t be able to post this until after I arrive because I’m hoping my appearance will be a very big surprise to my folks who are there this week!

This is a combination of an opportunity that is uniquely given and seized! Yes, my calendar kind of suddenly cleared except for choral rehearsals that were not at a crucial phase. All but one of my medical procedures are done and the last (that I know of for now) scheduled for next week. Yes, I found a relatively decent price for the flight (thus the routing through Moscow with long layovers)!! My folks were going to be here and, when I made the decision, I hoped my oldest friend would be joining them for a few days as well. It was a convergence worthy of not letting pass me by!!

And then, as I thought about it, it also became something to seize for me. I have never done something like this — travel abroad or anywhere for a week by myself — that wasn’t related to business. I’ve always wanted to. I also haven’t been by or with myself for more than 24 hours in at least 2 years. Really! The more I thought about that, the more the idea and the need grew. I started looking up silent retreats and I realized that might be good and different thing to do, but it would also be a choice to isolate. And I don’t want to isolate right now. I DO want to stop my constant need for connection outside myself and I DO want to pause, reflect and process, but I’d like to feel part of the world as I do that. I haven’t felt like part of the world in a long while…present in MY world, yes, but not looking up from there.

I have felt the need to contextualize and even apologize for this trip decision. This has been such a time of change and the people around me have accommodated (and made possible!) so much of that change. It feels a little hare-brained to go off again…especially in such an exotic way. But, if I’m learning anything, I’m learning that change takes time…and the bigger the change, the more layers to work through. It seems silly to I feel that I’ve just now gotten to a place that is only about me. So much of this, from the beginning has been about me…my weight, my relationships, my approach, my demons. I think maybe that it’s finally down to how to take care of me, rather than be in a hob-knob with all my pieces. I had to go through a big gathering and assessment phase before I could get here.

And I have just caught glimpses of how to stand proudly on my feet again. To trust my instincts and love myself and my body. Glimpses, for sure…and sometimes not around at all! And what and how I love who I am is SO different than before. I feel very new. Very much at the beginning of this person and this phase, which is hard to believe after having been through so much already. I HAVE come to (well, through) Russia with love – lots and lots from those around me and with this little kernel of my own.

Have I mentioned that, for many months now, I’ve had this little shoving, stretching, screaming, mewling creature-coming-out-of-her-shell feeling? I feel like I’ve brought her, naked and in her half-shell, across the ocean with me. Is this incubation? Is it pilgrimage? Baptism? Sink or swim?

I think it’s most likely a combination of the first two. And, it’s my number one priority to lift my expectations and my pre-conceived notions about what that is “supposed” to be. I hope that it is something and that I come back with an experience that informs me. And helps me relax – or at least know better what that means to me. And adds to my perspective. And I’ll stop listing now.

First up – surprising my wonderful parents and hopefully recording the look on their faces!! Even if I spend the whole week in Vienna doing my own thing, that would be worth every cent!! And then…coffee houses here I come!!

Here and Now

When we last talked, the physical symptoms were still piling on and so I don’t want to go too long without an update.  Believe me, I’ve heard and felt your worry and your care.  I’m so appreciative and I’m clearly “in” with both feet on this blog relationship, so here’s the latest scoop at least briefly.

On the physical front, we have lots of checked off specialist visits and ruling outs and a couple next level investigations.  It seems fairly unanimous that blood sugar and related conditions (hypoglycemia, pre-diabetes, gastric-bypass-related pancreas or blood-sugar swings, etc) are not believed to be the culprits.  Also, endocrin issues such as thyroid, hormone balance, cortisol, etc. have no legs.  I have been been very satisfied that each specialist has responded to me with good attention.  Some were already right there with me and some were swayed to spend more time and attention after the tears started to flow.  Wasn’t my plan, per say, but it has turned out to be a very good attention-getter, and has stopped a couple from waving me off.

The cardiologist doesn’t believe that there is anything there, but has sent me for several procedures (echo cardiogram, carotid doppler, 24-hr holter monitor).  I had the echo yesterday and the technician asked me at one point if I could feel “all those extra beats that were happening.”  I said, nervously, “no -is something unusual happening right now?”  And she said that it was all just fine.  Hmm….

The neurologist – the one that you WANT to shoo you away with no concerns – is the one that thinks there are things to look at.  He doesn’t believe that stress would explain everything away (which has been everyone else’s feeling) and so I have an MRI of my brain next week and a couple of EEGs ahead of me.  He did rule out an aneurism, so that’s good!

For the last several days, my symptoms have been markedly reduced – so that’s good!  I’m about to cycle up again (in that female way) though and that will be something to note…if the symptoms get worse, that will be 3 times in a row.  Please just let me sail through the wedding of dear friends on Saturday first!!!  We can’t have the minion-of-honor on the ground.  That is NOT in the master plan…which I have spear-headed!!!

Emotionally, I will say that many of my pieces have started to talk to each other and provided me with a lot of insight.  I’m not really ready to talk about that here just yet, but I’ll say that I’m much more prepared to accept that emotional struggle can really be a huge part of the physical struggle that I have had.  I’m very  hopeful that the relieving of some of my symptoms is directly related to this acceptance and I certainly feel like I’m turning to face the changes in my life and let them change me in response.

The challenge now…well, it’s the same one that I have stated many times and still am wrestling with how to actually take on…how to stay in the here and now.  Every single specialist (and therapist and friend) has essentially said to me two things, “WOW.  Huge things are happening in your life.  HUGE!  I can’t even imagine it!  It’s SO MUCH!”  (and usually on like that for some time) and then almost immediately accompanied with, “You’ve got to RELAX!!”

Staying here and not borrowing all the “what ifs” and “could have beens” is a really good idea.  Overall, “here” is not a bad place to be.  Yes, I’m dizzy sometimes and we’re working on that.  Yes, I’m sad sometimes, but usually because of the aforementioned ifs and could haves.  Yes, my people struggle sometimes and, you know what, often because of their own ifs and could haves and they are doing their work too.  Nicole is in the middle of a long, complex change.  I am in the middle of long, complex change.  It’s spring!  I have a body to take care of.  Friends are getting married in Maryland because they can!  My choruses are fulfilling and we’re doing exciting things.  I reduced my teaching and, after these specialist appointments, I intend to get back to my own creative work.

These are the things that are around me here and now.  When a rabbit-hole of doubt or sad or fear appears, it sometimes feels like those things and my people are far away from me.  I’d like to have more ways of putting on some temporary blinders and just staying present.  Use restarts – hourly if need be!  Just go do something else.  Run.  Sing.  Play with the dogs.  It sounds so simple, but it’s so hard in the moment.  Acknowledge the emotion – don’t shove it away, but don’t let it run rampant and blind me to the present.  Really, I think I’ll need to end up studying the Bhudda or something!

Speaking of the here and now…I have dogs to walk and a wedding to help get on it’s feet!

Me Vs. Me

Last week, a rebellion started.  The treaty talks had proved to be action-less.  The rebels, tired and strung out, gave voice to their grumbles and whispered conversations, came out from their back rooms and rushed the government center.  They weren’t violent…yet…but they weren’t going anywhere.  They literally staged a sit-in.

And so I sat down.

On the floor.  While I was supposed to be doing my job (you know, that conducting one that generally requires standing).

The elected leader of me – my left brain – which may be in serious danger of impeachment – tried to retain control.  She had made promises of change that would bring relief to the masses – schedule changes, more funding (in currency of space and time), more support for important causes, more understanding and emotional camaraderie – but the masses (all the rest of me…heart, body, right brain) apparently grew skeptical that such changes would actually be enacted.  At the time that they actually showed up for the sit-in, my left brain turned to a tried and true strategy – sheer will power mixed with charisma.  “You can’t sit down, sweetie.”  (The “sweetie” part was actually the only nod to charisma this time…I was mostly relying on my buck-up-and-barrel-through skills.)  “You can’t sit down.  There is a rehearsal to run.”  But before I had even finished my instructions, I was sitting.  Inexplicably.

“Are you there voluntarily?,” Nancy asked.  “I just thought I’d consider things from this angle,” I joked, badly.  Gotta work the crowd!  Any babies I can hold?

“Are you scared?”

Yes.

It doesn’t matter whether the source of this is mind or body (though, on the body front, we’ve moved cardiology to the top of the specialist list and I have that consultation this afternoon).  The physical rebellion is real.  It could as easily be the rest of me sending the distinct message that I am not responding.  I am not paying attention.  I am exhausted.  I am working beyond my physical and emotional capacity.  And so, I will now be sitting on the floor until some quarter is given.

I have had care coming at me from every angle.  Urges and allowances to give myself space for the enormous changes that I am negotiating.  Hugs and check-ins.  Prayers and blessings and entreaties to mother oak tree (I run with a varied crowd).  The intensity of that care has changed in the last weeks.  I know that’s partly because I’m choosing to write publicly about most of this.  But it’s also, I think, because the people around me somehow know that I need it differently right now.  That I’m not being able to take care of myself the way I need to.  And, I find, that I am open to it in a way that I have never been before.  I think that is the result of my defenses coming down.  All my layers of protection (physical fat to steely mind to cheerful personality) being taken away from me…which is another whole blog.  Or twelve.

My people – all of them – family and close friends to blog readers to choirs to people I’ve only met once – seem to sense this vulnerability and are forming their own layer of protection. Maybe it’s a cocoon?  Maybe there is a chrysalis in my future?

I believe that this depression and maybe even the sit-in rebellion is happening now not only because I’m seriously stressed and exhausted, but because it can.  Because it’s safe.  The world and my people in the world and my place in the world won’t fall apart without me for awhile.  In fact, that’s probably always been true, but not in my left brain.  I have been told several times in the last year plus that I am loved for who I am, not how I am.  For being, not doing.  And that these stumbles and faults and vulnerabilities only make that love stronger.  I really thought that I knew that.  I know that about other people, so why wouldn’t it be true for me?  But, characteristically, my left brain requires some proof.

Well, self, proof is being offered.  Proof is being hurled at me.  Will it be acceptable in the eyes of the law?  Could we please find it credible and admit the evidence?  Could we start up treaty talks again – perhaps to pursue a three-state solution between mind, heart and body?  I know that’s a tough pill to swallow for the dominant state.  But, left brain, as your opponents have proven – you are not infallible.  And if we don’t negotiate a peace, I believe that I will be on the floor again.  The masses are gathered and they want to talk, but they will sit down if they have to.  And the leader goes down with them.  Ah, the ultimate effectiveness of a check and balance system.

 

Giving Voice To It

As I write this, I am sitting in an observation room at GW University.  Glass wall, headphone monitors and all.  It’s the speech and hearing department and this is a vocal evaluation, but I am not the vocalist.  Nicole is being put through a series of vocal exercises and speaking patterns through which they will assess her current (male-ish) voice and then she is cleared to begin a 10 week series to help her transition to a more female voice.

I’m sitting and listening to a voice that I know so well.  That I have heard every day for more than 10 years.  I hear her normal patterns and I hear the new-seeming softness in it that I associate with the transition (although maybe it’s always been there?). I hear her navigate the instructions with her normal mix of uncertainty, thoroughness and simplicity.  In this setting I’m aware of how her voice may be sounding to others, how they are hearing her cadence, pitch, clarity and how they will go about assessing that.  I’m also very aware, as I am often in my teaching and conducting, of how personal our voices are – so intimately connected to our identity.

This change is going to be fascinating and, I think it will also invoke many emotions – in us both and in those around us.  It will be as much a symbol and constantly present indicator of this transition as anything and may even be the most present.  I wonder how I will feel about that?  I wonder how she will?  And I wonder what the process will be like for all of us to adjust our ears as we adjust our eyes and still know that this is the same person that we’ve known and loved.

I’ve been feeling (and thinking and talking about) loss and grief on many levels and certainly the transition is one of them.  In addition to this blog, we used our video blog (Two2Transform is our YouTube channel) to talk about navigating these feelings of loss as a couple.  It’s distinctly present, but so hard to put a finger on and impossible to reason with.  But it also feels like it’s something we are (and need to) move with and through.  I wonder if this voice change will spark a different feeling of loss or, it seems very possible that it will spark feelings of getting where we are going.

This getting where we are going is definitely a balancing act.  I know that my current struggle with depression (yes, we are calling it that and it’s appropriate, but I’m not sure how I feel about all that) and my level of stress has Nicole wondering if she should slow down the transition.  And I see why she would wonder that.  But I also have the instinct that forward motion (and perhaps faster motion) would also be helpful to me in some ways.  I don’t want to rush or avoid feelings or ignore things, but I also am so wanting to get further down the path and be able to see what this change will look like and feel like.  I feel like I need that in some ways and delaying it is more stressful.  Of course, it may be that my head and my heart are perhaps not in agreement about this and that is something to explore a bit.

Oh dear, she’s making promises that she’s sure that I’ll understand what they are saying and I’ll help her figure it out.  Which I will!  And it’s that sweet combination of trust, deference and trying.  I hope I can help her in the way she wants/needs.

*** Hours Later ***

Well, I got some insight about some of the emotions that could spark around this!  The scheduling of these sessions are such that she may not be able to do it this semester while her new job (!!!!) gets established.  This was so disappointing to me that I was pretty quickly in tears.  I guess I really do want or need to feel further down this path and the thing is, that is not my agenda to push.  And I think that my fear of the future and her fear of the future are wanting to affect the pace of change in opposite ways right now.  Or this is still my over-developed want/need to be helpful.

Ah!  Time to put it to bed for today, I think.  It’s just another piece in the puzzle.  Our change-down-to-our-toes, shaken-to-the-core puzzle…that came with a different photo on the box from the pieces inside, so now we’re plaing without a map!

Frontlines It Is…Marshall the Troops!!

So…first, I was right about loving my doctor!! I needed his attention and he got that and gave it to me!! And did so with logistical concerns (like realizing that I was coming to him with something that we needed more time than he was scheduled for) and good science and openmindedness all wrapped in to his approach.

The summary – he agrees that this is not something that I should just be rolling with at this point and, yes, the symptoms are mostly vague, but we're going to scrub up and dive in. I'm making appointments with Endocrinology and Neurology, going back to the nutritionist to learn exactly what caught her concern when she looked at my blood work the first time we met, getting a full slate of blood work done again, and tracking everything so that I have data for all these approaches. And following up with him (with more time) so that we can sort out the various pieces and have a outline of what might go with what, which will help me navigate the lenses of the specialists in a more savvy way.

This is all that I hoped for with this appointment. I knew there weren't going to be answers. I wanted this medical partner. I do believe that even finding something I don't want to find would be better than just living in unknown…though let's hope for finding something simple or even just clearly diagnosed and managed!

Thanks to many of you who have shared your experiences and pockets of knowledge. I do have to remember not to borrow too much trouble (or fall over the cliff of hypochondriac), but beyond those things is a heap of information that is certainly a big component of a research phase!!

I know I've mentioned that I am extremely capable of a thorough research phase and that is very true! As with so many established methods of mine, I want to make a few adjustments here. I'd like to take in that paying this kind of attention takes time and energy and I need to make priority space for it. That doesn't just happen…doesn't just get crammed in! But it is way easier to say that than to consistently, thoroughly do it. There is A LOT OF CRAP out there ready to OOZE into freed up pockets of time! And this balance between the substantial lists of things I want to do, things I have to do and learning how to relax better is a constant negotiation. (Isn't negotiation such a sweeter word than battle?)

And I have more to say about that, but this is the scoop on the physical front!!

 

Physical Front or Physical Frontlines?

I have an appointment with my primary care physician today – the first in quite a while and I feel like I’m preparing for battle, except I don’t know 1) where the fight is, 2) who I’m fighting, 3) if I’m the general or a lieutenant and 4) if this is the fight to stick with or if I’m starting a drawn-out-to-what-point-please-wake-up-and-pull-the-troops skirmish.

So, my friends, I’m going to use this blog to give a physical update and summary and try to get my head around it.  If you have any insight – I welcome it!  And if you have been with me through all this, please feel free to let me know if I’ve described the symptoms accurately.  I don’t want to be over-dramatic!

Emotional things aside for the moment (though I know they are factors) – here is the physical summary:

I lost 150-ish lbs over 10 years.  Starting with weight watchers, then a gastric bypass surgery and finally 6+ months of Medifast.  I did this between the ages of 29-40 (stage of life also being a factor here).  The major components of a gastric bypass surgery are limiting the food that I can intake and also changing the way that my body absorbs food and nutrients (because the first many inches of the small intestine are bypassed and no longer process food).   This all went swimmingly for 4 years, but it’s effectiveness for weight loss stopped at around 215 lbs (down from 290 pre-surgery and 320 at my peak).  The choice to do Medifast was careful and thorough and done with doctor and nutritionist input who had no concerns about how it would combine with the gastric bypass.  Medifast is a hugely restrictive, carefully balanced diet…800-1000 calories/day, less than 100gms of carbs (which should be a state of mild ketosis), all Medifast-formulated foods except for one meal of lean protein and vegetables per day.

I started Medifast in April of 2011, lost about 60 lbs.  Six months in (pretty much exactly), I started having trouble.  Increasingly worse dizzy spells – some that made driving unsafe and, over the course of 10 days or so eventually stopping really any physical exertion.  It happened to come at the same time as “that time of the month” (sorry, but it’s relevant!  And will be a part of the discussion below!) and so I blamed it on that until it didn’t go away when my period was done.  I went to the doctor and they immediately advised a change to the Medifast program – putting more carbohydrates in and raising the calorie level.

Now, here is where my emotional down-spiral began and a solid year+ of stress certainly has increased, exacerbated and confused the physical issues.  Still, that aside for now…

Since that time, I have consistently experienced significant periods of fatigue and dizziness, often accompanied by a slow-down of my mental processing (stuttering, slowed decisions and reactions, even blurred speech and drunk-like behavior in a few cases).  Those around me can tell the start of these swings when my face blanks out (and sometimes pales) and I start losing my train of thought.  Then, if left unchecked, I will feel unsteady on my feet, not comfortable driving and similar physical symptoms.  There have been times when it is just fatigue/dizziness and not the mental disconnect, but they go hand-in-hand about 50% of the time.

Just last week, a new thing showed up.  The dizziness had been back for about a week (again in conjunction with my period, though that is not always the case) and I was particularly low after a long day and a choir rehearsal – even though I had eaten when and what I was supposed to.  As I ate some soup and waited to recover, I noticed that my palms and fingers were distinctly blue.  If I moved them around for awhile, they would get a little pinker, but then I would hold them out and watch them darken – kind of alarmingly!  This lasted about 90 minutes and hasn’t reoccured, although neither has a low like that.

A Random List of Potential Factors and Thoughts:

  • The periods of dizziness and energy fluctuation have come and gone throughout this entire 15 months, but they so far keep coming back.  I cannot determine a clean connection with stress, nutrition or menstruation.
  • When everything first happened, I was told that it takes 3 months for nutritional deficiencies to develop and 3 more months for them to make themselves known (either in symptoms or in bloodwork).  That seems pretty pertinent to me given that I started Medifast and had the onset of all this 6 months later.
  • We have run a ton of bloodwork and tests (especially in the October 2011 – January 2012 timeframe).  Accordingly to my primary doctor, all the values came back in the normal range and we could not pinpoint any possible solution.  According to the first visit with the wholistic nutritionist that we are currently seeing, she pointed out several values that she believed to be concerning given my particular situation.  Since then, she has backed off that stance, but her original response was to say that she wasn’t surprised that I hadn’t been feeling good for a year…which made a heck of a lot of sense to me!
  • I did also have a major surgery in June with a major recovery that of course complicates the issue.
  • My doctor (the same one that I’m seeing today) – concluded that I should “buck up and barrel through” given the normal test results.  I have learned the hard way that doing that results in a worse physical state, not a better one.  It does not feel like a good solution to me and, besides, here we are a year later and these issues are still impairing my ability to function normally.  Now, we can take issue with the fact that I may need to change my understanding of functioning normally, but I would rather have investigated further before I do that.
  • We are still making major nutritional changes and decisions and surely my body is in flux with that.  The healing center that we are going to has us on two tracks – one is a food plan that is very specific about what kinds of foods to eat when throughout the day.  It is whole food based, heavy on lean protein and vegetables, based on body composition and blood type and primarily designed to even out blood sugar.  The second is to determine and address various intolerances and food-related insensitivities/allergies.  We were tested for those and are undergoing 8 weeks of avoiding everything that showed up on the list – the theory being to allow the body and the immune system to stop spending time fighting things that it doesn’t like and heal itself.  At the end of that period of time, we retest and should see a smaller list of foods that the body truly doesn’t like much.  Unfortunately, the 8-week list includes all the foods that we are all bombarded with these days (gluten, corn, soy, dairy, cane sugar) and others like eggs and peanuts.  Which not only makes for a really tough adjustment of our daily living and eating, but also constitutes another major nutritional change.
  • Various people (including my therapist, vocal therapist and others with peripheral experience with these symptoms) have suggested a full thyroid investigation (endocrinology), neurological consult, gynecological (there’s a whole thread of thought on peri-menopause and it’s role in here) among other things.  Dizziness, though, is often a sub-clinical symptom…too vague to do anything with…so how much of a goose chase is this going to be?

Here’s my bottom line (though maybe it shouldn’t be?) – something very physical happened in October 2011.  And, underneath all the stress and surgeries, that physical distress has continued to be present for more than a year.  Did the major diet change or weight loss trigger something?  Did something get uncovered?  Did peri-menopause decide to act unconventionally and choose a single week to descend upon me?

I’m starting to enter a full research phase with this – tracking my blood sugar to get a baseline and see what happens during low periods, tracking our food, tracking my period, tracking the dizziness.  And…seeing my doctor. I have no idea what to expect from him, but he’s a very good listener/communicator and I’m just hoping for a partner in this phase and some direction about where/if to start investigating further.

This is a huge blog, I know, and not very engaging – but as usual, it is helpful to me to write it out.  And I haven’t talked about the physical in some time.  So thanks for enduring the details!

Change Management

A whole ‘nother life ago, I worked at the University of Maryland (College Park).  I spent about 10 years there, “falling up the ladder” as I called it.  It was supposed to be my day job while I pursued my performance career, but this was no waitressing gig!  I started as a Research Assistant in the Fundraising Research office of the University of Maryland System headquarters the summer before my graduate program in opera began.  Within 2 years, I was the Assistant Director there and in 2 more years, I came over to College Park as the Director of Advancement Research.  I was 25 years old and suddenly in charge of building a research staff that grew to almost 20 people and a budget of nearly $1 million over the next 7 years.

But after four years of that job, I decided that wasn’t enough and I sought out the Office of Organizational Effectiveness and became an internal consultant for the University (in addition to my primary job there).  I was trained in a whole slate of organizational development consulting – including communications, strategic planning, facilitation, leadership coaching and change/transition management.  I loved it!  It’s where I started to realize my personal core skill set:  creativity, organization and that being-good-on-my-feet thing!

When I was laid off from the University, I formed my own independent consulting firm – yup, limited liability company status and everything! – thinking that I would use this as my primary source of income.  I called it Icarus Evolving – based on a concept that I loved so much that I’ll digress to tell you about it.  As the Greek myth goes – Icarus was the son of a master craftsman, Daedalus, who built wings from feathers and wax so that they could escape Crete.  As they took their first flight, Daedalus warned Icarus not to fly too close to the sun, but once they were aloft, Icarus forgot in his excitement.  He flew too high, the sun melted the wax and Icarus fell into the sea that now bears his name (the Icarian Sea).  It was an daring, incredible feat, based on masterful skill and innovation, and compromised only by a very human moment up there in the sky.  As humans, we evolve.  The fittest survive, yes, but the fittest learn from experience.  They keep the things that work and shed the things that don’t.  I wanted my clients to have the ability to innovate and take risks, to follow momentum and not be afraid of change and adventure and then to also be prepared, follow their strengths and keep their wits about them as they flew.

Great idea, no?  And, of course, at the same time, N. and I formed our game design business (Cheese Weasel Logistics), and I went full bore after my performance goals.  I wrote my first cabaret show and recorded a CD and all of that turned into Plunge! Cabaret which was also a fully formed company within the next two years (making three concurrent companies if you are counting – complete with budgets, taxes, business licenses, and the like).   For awhile, I was determined to have a career stove with 3 front burners.  I remember distinctly a working retreat that I had with a friend who was also building a consulting company (we were going to partner together) where I fought and fought for all 3 of my burners…and I ended up in tears (a fairly rare occurrence in my life at the time) as I realized that wasn’t going to work in real life.

Rather than continue with the life story…where am I going with this?  Always a good question and, as usual with these blogs, I don’t know when I start writing.  Lately, I’ve been simply staggered by the amount of change happening in my life right now.  It’s odd to be staggered now, isn’t it?  I mean…things have been in flux for well over a year now.  But things have been caught up in crisis for so much of that time.  Physical, emotional, relationship-ial crisis.  The crisis feel is lifting, which is wonderful and lets me breathe and see clearer.  And what I see is that every big change that it happening is not only ongoing, but actually in prime time right now.

THE DOCKET:

  • N.’s transition is really just taking off.  Just moving from theory into daily practice.  And that, all on it’s own, is a huge thing for us both – encompassing physical and emotional energy, time and money.
  • We are in the first stages of exploring a huge nutritional change – in the ongoing effort to solve the physical issues that I’ve been having for 15 months and for better health for us both.  I need to write more about this, but the dietary changes are massive and so our every meal requires our attention.  This, of course, follows on the heels of a major physical transformation (and surgery) for me.
  • The vocal node that I struggled with 5 years ago is back (which really should be no surprise given my physical and emotional condition) and that means vocal therapy and daily attention to my speaking and singing habits.  Huge.
  • And, finally, citing my described history (above) of multi-burner tending, I realize that I need to assess that pace of life because I don’t have the energy or the time that I need to devote to my (and our) physical and mental health.  So, I’m deeply engaged in figuring out how to realign.  How to include more things that both energize and relax me – the things that work.  How to shed things that don’t.  This is a task that aims to change 25 years of habit.

Just a few changes, right?  And me…swimming about in them  with the only real tool that I’ve come up with being to not panic and let all the pieces just be around without grabbing for too much structure too soon.  And…10 years ago, I was going about as an organizational consultant with a focus on change management.  Really?!!  Really!  What the hell did I know?!  Had I actually experienced significant change myself?  I mean, I suppose in some ways, but certainly not change that was hard like this or emotionally charged like this.  I loved the name and the idea of Icarus Evolving, but always thought of myself more like Daedalus.  The innovator, the master and the one who kept his head.  Turns out that Icarus and I have WAY more in common.  Only, I am lucky enough to be here evolving…learning from my human moments.  Perhaps, one day, I too will have a sea named after me…let’s just hope that it’s not because I crashed into it!

Lost and Found

After my last blog (about coming home from the west), my mom commented, “Ahhhhhhhhhhh, there’s my J-Bug!” – clearly relieved to recognize her eldest daughter in those words.  And, upon hearing that, Nicole (formerly known as Nelson…yes, we’re moving into the changing of names and pronouns) asked me what she thought was a simple question.  “Have you felt lost this year?”  The tears were instantaneous.  Um…YES.  My gosh, YES!!!  Is that not completely obvious to anyone within a half mile of me?  Apparently not. Probably due to the fact that I am immensely good on my feet.  <weak laugh>

There is no good nutshell for this – there are bits of everything in it…most of which finds its way into this blog somehow.  (Speaking of which, I’ve decided that I’m not going to spend the precious moments that I find to write a blog either trying to update every daily thing like a news report or apologize for how much time has passed since I last blogged.  I would like to do more.  We’ll see if that can happen.  Until then, you’ll have to go with the present topic!)

This feeling of lost is sometimes about the brain (what I know…err…knew….err…know about things and about myself); often emotional (how to swim in a MUCH bigger sea of emotion than I was in before); and then there is my body – what does it need?  who do I listen to?  what has happened to it along this journey?

When they all jump into the pool at once, it’s crazy-making.  It makes me feel like every single choice I’ve made in my life is called into question and whether where I am is where I want to be.  I’ve heard about this with people who lose a massive amount of weight – they kind of “bust out” into the life they think they could’ve had.  But the only time that I hear about that being a good thing is when they’ve had people truly putting them down and holding them back while they were heavy.  That’s not my situation.  Like I said WAY back when – they told me before my Gastric Bypass surgery that I would face so much negative from others and would have to stand up for my new-found positive.  I have experienced just the opposite…I have so much of my own negative and only positive from others coming at me.  It’s just silly.  But it’s not, because it’s real.

So, that’s lost.  And then there is found.  And these two things co-exist with each other…maddeningly.  Topic for another blog…I am NOT GOOD at living in the middle.  When I see where I want to go – I want to go there all at once.  My dear friend pointed out that really aren’t we all living in the middle all the time?  To which I cover my ears and holler “LA LA LA LA LA LA LA….NOT LISTENING!!!!!”  Totally adult response, don’t you think?

The found pieces are when I get a bit of perspective and I know (or I REMEMBER) that I truly believe in so many of the choices I have made in my life and that I have lived as openly and mindfully as I can.  Yes, while doing so, I did shove away things that I didn’t want to see, but that doesn’t mean that I was pretending at the rest, does it?  I do have the talents I have and a strong personality that is built on many things including how I “overcame” the things that I struggle with now.  Well, I’ve always struggled with them…I just know it now that the fight has come out into the open.

So, largely, I need to let myself wander between lost and found.  And then, of course, it’s immensely helpful to me to find myself in my reflection from others too.  Sometimes people are so clear about what kind of person I am…sometimes that is hugely comforting and sometimes I want to yell that I’m different now and don’t put me in the old boxes.

Does this mean that I’m living in the middle?  Well, yes.  (THBTT!!!)

And I’ll get my head around things in time – not complete conclusions…but further along in this process or that.  One thing to realize right now is that a rational response has sometimes been moved to the second thing that happens…after the emotional response.  This is new.  This is hard for me.  This is probably whiplash from a clamp-down on some levels of emotion for 20+ years.  This is probably a more human place – though I would like it to be just a little less of a roller coaster, at least more of the time.

Is this all just one more way of saying, “welcome to the human race, Jen!?” Maybe.  I don’t suppose we could have just thrown a housewarming party and called it done?  I could use a new blender.

Found a Rock

(from December 3rd)

The setting couldn’t be more perfect.  A rough campsite in a bowl of red and gold rocks – that we crossed a small creek to get to – somewhere in the northern part of the Grand Staircase – Escalante National Monument.  Woke before sunrise and walked around with the camera.  Nelson and the dogs are buried under blankets in the camper.  I’ve built a fire and am sitting as close to it as I can, Mac in my lap with full battery.

We’ve been so many places and seen so many beautiful rocks.  We’ve climbed all the
“stairs” of the Grand Staircase – from the Grand Canyon through the Vermillion Cliffs, Zion and Bryce.  Mostly in the car, but some out on foot – like a 6 mile hike today!

I’m not sure exactly what I’m out here to do.  But I’m beginning to think that a to-do list wasn’t the point.  (Really, how many times am I going to learn that lesson!?)  I know that I didn’t come out here to hide, yet I did want to breathe some different air for awhile.  I don’t want to disconnect from all that is going on – rather I want to get some perspective so that I can connect better with the things that are important.  And while I very well may leave pieces of things out here – sadness, anxiety, stress – I’m not looking to get all fixed up before I come back.  That’s not how life works, I’m realizing, and…more…not how I want it to work.  It’s more about how I live with all my pieces.  Those that get left here will simply be because it was time for them to go and there was breath and space to let them.  I don’t want a fresh start on life – I just want to keep living, moving and breathing with the life I have.  I generally like all my pieces and I’ve needed to come back around to that.

I did some Facebook check-ins as we started the trip and I want to do some more.  At first, I felt like I was supposed to turn the phone off for 3 weeks, and that is what everyone expected (and allowed!) as well.  But, I quickly felt that this was not what this trip is about.  It’s connecting differently – kind of on my own terms.  Not disconnecting.   I want this trip to be integral to my life right now.  Not an escape hatch.

So, I’m thinking that I’m out here to be out here.  To have this experience with my partner and our dogs and our car.  To be assaulted by nature over and over again – in the midst of every emotion.  Yesterday, we had a deep and sensitive conversation that kept being broken up by interjections about the horizon and the rocks and the dogs, but the focus was there to keep weaving through.

And all these rocks are my rocks.  A few that I laid on.  Countless ones that I gasped at.  They are all part of this rejuvenation and this rejuvenation is “just” a part of my life.