Next Project & Next Conundrum

A next project and a conundrum were already brewing. But, I have been reading When by Daniel H. Pink and I moved them both up in priority.

There are two issues:

  1. I want to supplement my swimming, but something with A/C due to the the unbearable heat-humidity combination during the summer afternoons and evenings here.
  2. I want to have the type of social interaction that is not scheduled – people I like but that I meet up in a completely unscheduled, unplanned, no commitment type of way. Especially now that I have dropped both volunteer positions.

I had a previous solution that addressed both problems: I had found a group exercise class I was very interested in that met multiple times during the day. Perfect. I could show up to whichever session I wanted. But the demands of my current schedule and responsibilities are not allowing it very well.

Now, I need to come up with separate solutions.

The Next Project

The project addresses supplementing my swimming.

I have great gym equipment that I love (major pieces came from Craigslist).

The equipment is in a perfect space in the basement. No A/C, but definitely cooler down there. The perfect space, except . . .

except, it is kind of dark down there, and I never finished unpacking.

The pile of stuff remains after the move because I have no easily identifiable places for the items. It is depressing to see it or even think about it (which is probably why I have not yet picked up the stuffing from obliterated dog toys that you see on the floor).

So that’s the project: Make the basement gym more inviting so that I will use it. That means dealing with The Pile, fixing the lighting, and fixing one of the doors down there.

The Remaining Conundrum

The conundrum is how to increase my social interaction options in a way that works for me.

I am an introvert. I like to think that I would be a happy healthy hermit. I do lots of studying and solo hobby activities that I truly love. Truthfully, though, I probably should supplement my work and family interactions with other social encounters for optimal balance and better breaks from my discretionary work (When).

Given the resulting limitations on my schedule from the previous disastrous month, I don’t know the answer to this one. Yet.

Processing the Knots of Life

“Time, in our experience, is linear, but in truth time is also looped. It is like a piece of yarn, in which each section of the strand twists and winds around every other–a complicated and complex knot, in which one part cannot be viewed out of context from the others. Everything touches everything else. Everything affects everything else. Each loop, each bend, each twist interacts with every other. It is all connected, and it is all one.”

When Women Were Dragons, by Kelly Barnhill, pg. 150

I had a co-counseling session today. I don’t keep up with them as regularly as I should, but I needed this one and someone was very kind with their time today. I needed it because things have been rough, gotten worse, and, freakishly, continued to get worse. Everyone in my family is honestly facing each new day with some trepidation. This is not normally how our lives flow. We normally have the normal ups and downs with normal intervals between them. So, Friday, when my eyes were tearing up at work and when I was having an anxiety attack near the end of the workday (because of the things at home, not work), I decided it was time to reach out. Luckily, I have multiple people to whom I can reach.

One thing I do like about co-counseling — it is well established that whoever is in the counselor role has no expectation or need to understand timelines or factors. The counselee gets to start talking (and continuing talking) at any point of their experience and even change tracks randomly. This is good because, not only had my recent experiences compounded upon themselves, but of course, none of them were in isolation from the others or from the contexts of my past experiences.

“Everything touches everything else. Everything affects everything else. Each loop, each bend, each twist interacts with every other. It is all connected, and it is all one.”

I was not telling a story for my listener, I was loosening the bites of the knot for me. Here a little, then there a little as the tension on the knot eased and exposed new surface areas. Her listening provided the workbench on which to rest the knot.