When you just need to pull the plug on it all

Another pile of paperwork has been flung into the void in an attempt to get my name updated in all the official places. When I opted to change my name last year, it was to ditch all the baggage that was tied to it. All the misery and heartbreak that came wrapped up in that name. It never once occurred to me that trying to be more myself would be such a barrier to living the life I want in the place I need to be.

Had I known that going back to Scotland would have meant keeping a name I hated, which would I have chosen? Every week that passes makes it harder to believe I’ll ever get home. I used to share my dream with my family and friends and one by one, most of them have told me to let it go. So the dream goes back in the box when I’m around them, while I paste a plastic smile on my face pretending it doesn’t matter. To the 4 people who are helping me keep the faith, I love you guys to death and you’ll never know how much it means that you still believe in me.

It’s at the point now where I need to choose where to spend my energy. I can spend it on fighting for the what-feels-like-the-impossible dream, or I can spend it around people who drain my will to keep going. So to the people who have constantly told me to ‘let it go’, I will. I’m letting go of being your shoulder, your sounding board, the repository of your secrets and drama. I’m letting go of endlessly nursing your broken dreams and moving my energy back into nursing my own. While it might sound brutal, it’s very necessary. If it can’t be a two-way street, then it can’t be a street at all.

So before you give someone some well-meaning advice advising them to give up something that matters to them, take a minute to consider how it would feel if someone told you to abandon your dreams. If it doesn’t feel good hearing it, then it sure won’t sound good saying it.

This is for H-town.

It’s midnight and sleep is just a pipe dream at this point. Houston is being pounded into the ground and there isn’t a damn thing to be done about it.

Meanwhile, life goes on. The odd prayer is flung into the void, and then everyone is back to posting pictures of what they had for dinner; another post about who went to the gym and what times they posted, as if anyone really gives a shit; another cute picture of a dwarf pygmy goat bunny unicorn; and another request of ‘if you’re really my friend, you’ll share this.’

Sure, donate to this, that and the other charity to help Texas, but it doesn’t all go to aid, does it? Nope. Charity CEO’s are pulling in 6 & 7 figure salaries with all the bells and whistles when people are up to their eyeballs in flood water. Yes, there are charities out there helping, but how much more could be done if cash wasn’t being siphoned off to hefty corporate salaries? Yes, people need to be paid, but if you’re a charity, then maybe a bit more giving and a little less taking? No?

People are suffering, clinging onto what’s left of their homes, barely sleeping or eating because every iota of energy is going into surviving the carnage and for the rest of the world, this is just a blip on their social media feed. Sure, a like here, sad face there, offer a prayer up somewhere else, and then it’s back to scrolling through duck pictures and getting into meaningless arguments with people they’ve never met about stuff that probably doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things and posting supposedly funny memes about the devastation. Have a fucking heart! This isn’t some funny meme. People have died. There are probably some who won’t see another sunrise. Others have lost everything. How many won’t have habitable homes for months to come, while still trying to find a way to get to their jobs and keep life moving forward while their sanity circles the drain.

Every day people are opening their homes to people in need, sharing what little they have with strangers, while corporate greed just marches on uninterrupted with token gestures of sympathy. Human spirit will always win in the end. Greed be damned.

Sitting comfortably thousands of miles away from people who matter has never felt more bleak than it does tonight. There’s nothing to be said or done that can ease their burden in this moment. Being in a comfy bed with nothing to stress about feels heartless when so many are literally struggling to stay afloat at Nature’s whim with no idea where they’ll be sleeping in the days and weeks to come.

Tia, hang in there. This will end. It has to. And at some point, all will be normal again. I only wish that point was tonight and this was all over. They make ’em tough in Texas. xx

Digging for diamonds in a field of clichés

I’ve come to the conclusion that the answer to life is hidden in plain sight in the clichés that we groan at every time we hear them. It’s a bit like getting the same advice over and over but choosing to ignore it because you’ve heard it all before and you still have no intention of taking it.

There are many clichés that point in the same direction, yet seem unrelated. Maybe that’s just a matter of interpretation. What about ‘old habits die hard’, and ‘when the going gets tough, the tough get going’? How do we customize old fashioned advice to work in a modern world?

Old habits die hard is truer than gravity. Ask anyone who has tried to quit sugar or smoking and they’ll dislocate their heads nodding in agreement, while munching that smoked cupcake. The feel-good factor of destructive habits is hard to argue with. There’s nothing quite like an icing-laden cupcake when you’re having a shit day or a cigarette to take the edge off a stressful situation. There’s a pile of science behind why we choose things we know aren’t good for us, but I’m not a scientist and not in the mood to paste someone else’s research into this spot. Trust me, there’s science and it’s legit.

Humans are generally creatures of habit. There are opposing arguments on whether that’s a good thing or not. It’s good in the sense that in a world of endless options, having a routine or habit eliminates the need to make decisions and as a result, it saves time in our increasingly busy lives. Not having to decide what’s for breakfast out of the endless options out there saves time in the mornings while trying to juggle getting ready for work, feeding the cat and getting kids ready for school. That’s the plus side.

The flip side of the argument is that we live on auto-pilot and miss out on new experiences for the sake of convenience. Life is boring when you eat the same thing every time you look at a menu. It takes the spice out of life. Not to mention, if your habit includes a bottle of whisky a day, that shit will eventually kill you.

The question is, are you willing to look at your habits? Driving the same route to work, or sitting in the same seat on the train every day are hardly life-altering habits but what about the rest of it? The habits that hold you back in life and the habits that take you in the opposite direction to the life you wish you were living; what about those? You envision a life of serenity where you do yoga all day but you’re sitting on the sofa watching endless reruns of the news showcasing the world’s misery and mayhem.

Before we go down that rabbit hole, think about this: everything in life is a choice. Seriously. Everything. I can already hear the collective groan of everyone disagreeing with that but think about it. Yes, you hate your job and you apparently have no choice, you have to do it. No, Buttercup, you don’t have to do anything of the sort. You have to eat, you have to sleep, you have to poop; everything else is optional. You CHOOSE your prison, every single day. You could just as easily choose to never work another day in your life but the consequence of that choice isn’t something you can live with. What you’re choosing every day is a consequence. The consequence is the money you’re earning doing what you do, or not earning money. Plain and simple. So you do have a choice. You can choose a healthy meal or you can choose a quadruple bacon deep fried cheeseburger with cheesy fries, a super-sized soda and a dozen cupcakes. Good health or a heart attack on a plate with side order of diabetes. Your choice.

The trouble with our default choices is that they’re familiar. We know what they feel like and know what to expect. Yes, we feel like a sack of poo after inhaling a monster-sized, grease-laden meal but at least that’s familiar, right? It’s an acceptable trade-off for the dopamine hit we got when we ate it. Sure, we’ll regret it later when our clothes no longer fit and we’re out of breath walking up 10 stairs but that’s ok because cuppycakes will make us feel happy again.

Choosing something familiar doesn’t involve risk or effort. We’ve chosen the same thing so often, our brains no longer look for other options and our train stops at the same station every time. Picking something else requires effort and maybe a small amount of risk. What if we don’t like the lemon and herb chicken?? What then? We know we like lasagna so why mess with a good thing? No-one likes change. Sure, the first time you had lasagna was a risk. You were brave and it paid off but what if your luck runs out this time and the new option is awful? I mean, luck has to run out sometime, right? This could be that time!

Anyone living in the United States knows that something as simple as ordering breakfast is a complete mine-field involving 18 decisions in a single transaction. Successfully navigating that mine-field once means that’s going to be the go-to map for that decision forevermore. That’s how we are.

Most of us know what we don’t want so let’s start there. If you know you hate your job, then what habits do you have that keep you doing it? Is there something small that could become a habit that could get you moving in a different direction? You come home and park in front of the TV every night. Could you maybe join a group or take a free online class in something you’re interested in? Maybe you hate working in finance and would rather be a chef. Could you teach yourself to cook? There are enough tutorials on YouTube covering every conceivable topic known to man.

You hate being overweight but you stay indoors all day. Go outside, walk around the block, then pick up your mail on the way back in. You have to go to the grocery store, so how about grabbing items on opposite sides of the store? Grab one item in the veg section, then head across to the meat section way over on the other side. Then pick up the next item next to the veg section then the next item from the aisle closest to the meat, etc. Take the most circuitous route around a place you have to go to. 2 birds, one stone and all that clichéd junk.

It takes a level of toughness to break a limiting habit. To change your life, you need to break the habits that hold you back. A life you don’t want is a tough life, so when that life gets tough, GET GOING. The only people who change their lives are the ones who can muster up the guts to try something different. A habit doesn’t have to be huge to be life-altering; it simply needs to be in line with the life you’re trying to create. Small steps in the right direction get you to where you need to go. Yes, the journey of a 1,000 miles begins with a single step blah blah. One thing to remember is starting a new empowering habit is all good and well, but if you’re maintaining an opposing bad habit, then you’re just going 1 step forward and 2 steps back, which is the equivalent of farting against thunder. Totally pointless. You cannot break a bad habit if you keep going back to it.

Look at any highway on the planet and you’ll notice that any attraction worth seeing has multiple signs pointing the way to it. If something is worth a detour, the signs will start popping up miles before the turn-off comes up. When there are that many clichés pointing in the same direction it’s time to take notice. Your dream life is that upcoming attraction so look at the old faded clichéd sign and decide. Are you taking the exit or not?