Category: Insight (Page 1 of 2)

Stop Judging From the Gap

by Gail Lowe

How many hidden ideals do you have in your life that keep you from feeling like a success?

They hide behind sneaky little self-judgements like I didn’t get all the laundry done, or I only exercised twice this week, not four times like I swore I would after eating popcorn and an entire package of Swedish Berries.  It doesn’t seem to matter that I got 90% of the laundry done or that I worked my butt off all week and deserved a splurge of delicious red calories.

I still struggle with a sinking feeling of not measuring up.

It’s all because I have been viewing my life from the “gap”.  The space that exists between where I am and where I think I should be. 

I’ve been eye-balling those ideals of achievement daily and ignoring the daily progress of ME, showing up.  Sometimes simply getting out of bed in the morning is one heck of an achievement when your last trip to the bathroom was at 3:30 a.m. and for some mysterious reason you’re still awake.

Fortunately the topic of the gap and the gain has started showing up on my radar.  I was immediately comforted by the concept of measuring my progress by how far I’ve come instead of how far I have left to go.  Think of driving cross country with your kid in the back seat asking over and over “are we there yet”.  With that kind of pressure the miles keep growing and you feel like you’ll never arrive.  This is exactly what we do to ourselves when we measure against our ideals.

Where do those ideals come from in the first place?  Quite often it’s from looking at the success of others and measuring ourselves against that.  But we all have different lives and what works for me isn’t necessarily going to fly in your world.  Measure your own progress from your own starting line.  Keep heading in the direction of your own finish line and believe that showing up is what’s important.  

I’m on the lookout for the hidden ideals in my life.  The ones that don’t make sense and the ones that make me unhappy.  I’m willing to let the laundry ideal go to make space for writing.  Popcorn once a week is reasonable and I don’t do penance afterwards.  I have created starting lines so I can measure my progress towards the things I want to achieve.  My finish lines move around but I’m the one moving them, not the experts I have never met, no matter how much I admire their achievements.

I want a t-shirt now that says “Stop Judging from the Gap”.  Every time I look in the mirror it will remind me to feel the Gain, not the Gap.

Cope, It’s Good For You

by Gail Lowe

This is my favourite Covidism:   A person will come out of lockdown as a hunk, a chunk, a drunk or a monk.

The first time I heard it, I laughed.  The second time, I put my drink down long enough to step on the scale.  Hmm, better rethink my coping strategies.

How are you coping right now?  Have you had a chance to catch your breath, find some alone time to write or read or watch the final episodes of Lucifer on Netflix?  Or maybe you’re on the other end of the pendulum, having spent far too much time alone since Covid restrictions were invented.  

Coping strategies are as varied as the individuals trying to cope.  There isn’t a one-size-fits-all fix, not even for the same individual.  Lately, my tried-and-true ways of feeling better seem to have lost their magic.  So I invented some new ones.

I currently have 75 books checked out of the library.  This combination of fiction and non-fiction expands my world when everything seems so constricted.  Looking through them, deciding what I want to read in the moment, gives me an awesome sense of wealth and possibility.  While reading, I immediately place a hold on all books recommended by the author.  I am reading a wider variety of subjects than I ever have before.

Cookbooks are included in this plethora of reading material.  Today, we had Migas, Spanish-style eggs with garlicky crumbs and chorizo for brunch.  For dinner, we made Fasolada, a Greek white bean soup that includes a topping of Kalamata olives, feta cheese and parsley.  Yum!  I highly recommend The Milk Street Cookbook 2017-2021, if you want to experience the world one recipe at a time.

I started brushing my teeth with my non-dominant hand.  Benjamin Hardy, one of my new favourite authors, recommends this for waking up your brain.  Suddenly brushing my teeth is a challenge again.  I’m so busy concentrating on brushing my teeth that every other thought disappears.

My new workout consists of dancing.  The music has to be loud, and it has to be rocking so it can shake up all of the stuck energy, not just inside of me but also in my house.  I dance around the house singing and throwing love into every corner.  When I’m done, I feel great.  As my pulse recovers, I listen to the restored quiet of the house.  I can feel how much the vibration has lifted.  The silence sparkles.

For now, my bottle of Captain Morgan’s has been pushed to the back of the cupboard and my scale waits in the closet.  I won’t be needing them for a while.  I’m stepping out of Covid with a whole new list of coping strategies.

Click here or more posts like this from Gail Lowe.

Advice From Shark-Infested Waters

by Gail Lowe

Is anyone ever prepared for a life-altering crisis?  I wasn’t.

Photo sharks swimming with cartoon person holding a heart imposed over top.

Our day started like any other day and ended with a back injury that left my husband with crippling pain.  Eventually he had surgery where they fused his back using rods and screws and bone grafts to stabilize his spine.  

In less than two minutes, an accident altered the course of our lives.  It took years of purposeful living to rebuild.  The following are lessons from our survival manual.  

Learn fast.

Figuring out what to do in the middle of a crisis felt like learning how to swim in shark-infested waters.  If I wanted to survive, I had to learn fast.  

Separate your fear of today from your fear of tomorrow.  

When things went sideways, fear became my constant companion.  Suddenly, I had become responsible for everything.  I worried that if I let go of a single thread the whole family would simply unravel.  Once I had all of those threads securely fastened, I felt calmer.  Even though we were facing an uncertain future, I had today organized.

Hang onto normal.  

Just because one part of our normal was broken, I didn’t throw the healthy parts away.  I held on to our existing routines whenever possible, it helped the kids feel safe and brought me comfort.

Get help.  

When family and friends offered to help, I let them.  [Ask the bank for extensions on loans and mortgage payments.  Use the food bank if you have to.  Let the schools know, teachers are a support system for your children.]

Rest.  

It was hard to stop working.  I felt as if I was one step ahead of a landslide.  Then I realized that I was in it for the long haul and exhaustion, whether it’s physical, mental or emotional, created more problems than it solved.  I learned to focus on my breath and shut off my mind.  If it wouldn’t stop talking I would think the word “in” as I breathed in and “out” on the exhale.  [Ear plugs help to quiet an extra stubborn mind.  It increases the sound of your breath while shutting out the rest of the world.]

Accept what is.  

Of all the things I needed to learn, acceptance proved to be the hardest.  Even now, I have times when I do the “if only”.  If only my husband hadn’t gone to work that day, if only there was a way to fix his back.  There is a lot of grief when a person’s life is irreversibly altered.  Focusing on the good frees you of the past.  The anger, the fighting against what is, traps you.

Look for happiness.  

Start small.  I listened to my kids laughing, looked for their smiles and watched them play.  I found moments that made me happy and stretched them out into minutes.  A song, a cup of tea when nothing needed to be done or a snuggle with my husband.

Hold on to your future.

Every day I looked in the mirror and told myself I was strong enough, that we were headed in the right direction and everything was going to be ok.  I stubbornly stayed in that place because, how was any other belief going to help me?  

The new normal.

The new normal arrived without fanfare.  No fireworks.  No parade.  Just fewer moments of pain, and longer periods of predictable, everyday life.  

What I learned in those shark-infested waters became my life skills:  

Text about staying strong when dealing in crisis imposed over a photo of sharks swimming

I don’t believe that anyone can truly be prepared for a life-altering crisis.  But we can recognize the importance of life skills and have our survival manual ready before we need it.  

« Older posts

© 2024 Gail Lowe

Theme by Anders NorenUp ↑