Monday 6 January 2020

[extremely vintage iron chef voice] 2019 is OVAH!!!

Here's the last three weeks of 2019, and the first week of 2020.



The experiment was a success! I'm honestly not certain if I've ever managed to do any other habit in my life consistently for an entire year! That's not to say I haven't managed to change habits in the past, but... this is the first time I've seen myself consistently adhering to something that wasn't a weekly class or w/e. Sure I didn't post here every week, but I used the planner, and posting here was just an additional aspect of holding myself accountable. Though it's also been useful for self-reflection of course.

There's a LOT coming up in my 2020, and I won't lie, I'm feeling the pressure. Most of it is good, a few things are... debatable in how good they are, but either way, I gotta get through 'em.

Over 2019 I feel I learned a lot about my mental health and mental health issues. I improved how I handled rough situations and over time it seems like I bounced back better from setbacks overall. I managed working on my own mental health alongside supporting my partner going through a long-haul breakdown... I think I gave it my best overall.My best isn't the same as my maximum capacity, but it was the best I could do in the circumstances.

Over 2020 I'd like to find more peace within myself and between me and the world in general. The more stability I can develop, the more time I'll have to work on my creative projects and my business. A couple new repeat business clients would be nice too - so far my freelancing business has been growing at about the pace I can handle, so I hope for steady, gentle growth in that area next year.

I'm not sure if I'll continue posting my planner to Twitter, but I would like to try and keep blogging about my journey here. Talking face to face seems to benefit me the most, but writing here is a good supplemental activity.

Thursday 12 December 2019

One month to go

When I decide to attempt to change my own behaviour in some way, even thinking in terms of a month seems like a long time to commit to something. A complete drag.

I don't really like starting new things. Starting things is probably my least favourite activity. Continuing to do old ones? Great. Perfect. Easy. I love it.

To think that I've consistently managed to do this for 11 months... that I only have one more month to go until I've been doing this a year...

It's sort of hard to imagine. All of 2019 feels both infinitely long and ridiculously short, all at once.

But over the years I've tried again and again to keep a planner habit, to keep a habit of structured, focused to-do lists, and they always get sabotaged by executive dysfunction, stress, anxiety, and life events that just get in the way of forming new routines.

It's absolutely the feel of owing other people, of making this process public, that has made me get this far.

My personal trainer will be leaving my city in February next year, and I've been considering cheaper options for weight training, like joining a group class instead of one-on-one.

But the more I think about it, the more that seems doomed to failure. In a group class, I can easily escape accountability. The number of times I know I wouldn't have shown up to the gym if my trainer wasn't there waiting for me... well, it'd probably be 80% of the time, honestly. So instead of about 94 weight training sessions this year, I probably would have only done 19. That's 77 less sessions. Ignoring the benefits I gain for mood and muscle, in terms of my average calorie burn, that's 25,410 calories burned this year that I would not have achieved without the pressure of being accountable to another person.

Plus, I injure myself easily, and planning different routines and knowing when to change them up and how to challenge myself is stuff I'm a) not interested in personally and b) not good at. But I need to do it. I've lived my life doing less intense stuff, and I know what it's like. If I want to maintain my strength and tone, I need one on one help. I need that appointment, and that accountability.

Just a shame it costs more! I'm so lucky to have had the same trainer now for the last 4.5 years - I have come so far thanks to him. I just hope my next trainer will be as good (because I've come across plenty of bad ones).

Because of my anxious personality, and guilt complex, and fear of authority figures... using external accountability is the most powerful tool I have to push through my executive dysfunction issues. I'm great at planning, scheduling and researching, making lists... so if I had external accountability to those skills, I can achieve so much that honestly I think would be impossible otherwise.

It's important for me that this accountability is to people who are not my friends - because a) I don't like the feeling of making my friends responsible for me doing things, b) I think it would have a negative impact on the friendship in both directions. For accountability, professional relationships are best.

One other thing I experienced over the week below was panic attacks and a desire to quit all my new projects, and I think those were basically all due to the fact that I'm now hitting the parts that just don't feel good. I take my discomfort as a sign that I should stop. When the truth is, discomfort is a necessary part of growth. It's just knowing when to recognise whether the discomfort is acceptable, or if it's a red flag warning you to stop for your own health and safety.

I'm not very good at making that distinction on my own. So I think when I experience that discomfort, I again need to rely on other people - need to talk out loud to other people - and basically check in. Get a taste of perspective. In this case, it could be with professionals, or with friends.

Most importantly, it has to be the right people who know the right way to listen. Having someone tell me to "toughen up" would just make me peevish and obstinate. Having someone say "does this seem like a necessary and acceptable struggle towards what you want?" That would make me think in a way I can't when I'm in my own head. Answering someone else posing that question, I think, would help show me whether the discomfort is a red flag or totally fine.

Have to stay focused on why I'm doing the things I'm doing - and what I love about them. And have to involve other people where I can, too. I support my friends back, of course - honestly I think I've deeply under-used my own support network all my life, though it's only recently it's become so strong.

It's time for all of us bucket crabs to help each other out.

Monday 2 December 2019

A rough month

November was a really mixed month: here's the last three weeks of it.

Had my first panic attack in ages, and been struggling with a lot of self-doubt and ADD nipping at my brain at every turn. Hard to focus and hard to keep myself moving forward. This may sound like I'm disheartened, but I'm not - I know I can work through this. But I also want to acknowledge the fact that I'm struggling - ignoring it and pretending that everything is going great would only do me a disservice.

It's honestly a huge thing for me to be able to see that I'm struggling and talk about it honestly, rather than just trying to buck myself up and keep going. I mean, obviously I want to keep going, but so often the process of cheering myself up involves basically finding ways to numb my fears or pretend they don't exist, looking sidelong at them while continuing to plaster on a smile. Whereas being able to come here today and just acknowledge I'm struggling, and be okay with the feeling... that's a difficult thing for me to do. But, like. It's progress. So, woo. Progress.

But I am telling myself (and hoping it is true) that if I just keep pushing ahead (while not looking away from my problems) and keep chipping away at my goals, eventually I'll get out of the rut I started to fall into towards mid-November.

I know it's a fear-based rut, along with a few additional things. I'm not quite sure how to pull myself out of it, but until I hit on the thing that shakes the cobwebs out of my brain, I'll keep doing little things to chip away at it.

Hhh... actually I should mention I've been gaming basically every evening for the last two weeks, from about 10pm (when my partner goes to sleep so I have the house/TV to myself) to, on average, 2am. Light night, 3:30am. Even though I'm sleeping in, I'm being woken up in the morning by K getting ready for work and just... not keeping the same schedule as everyone else. Even though in my soul I'm a night owl, we live, as they say, in a Society, and keeping these hours is probably throwing me out of whack.

But why did I start? Probably because it's a comfort food... it's an RPG (The Outer Worlds) and slowly seeing my stats increase, helping NPCs and checking off sidequests is a very calming, restorative experience for me. Basically, I feel lacking in self care and nurture and all those relax-y type things, and I'm filling those needs with 4-6 hour late night gaming sessions.

But... as well as my fears of failure pushing back against me, and my ADD... probably the excess gaming/disrupted sleep cycle isn't helping. So... I really don't want to, but I think I have to commit to not doing those long nights at least for a few weeks. Maybe slowly dial it back, seetting a reminder at midnight to stop? I think so long as I go to bed by 11pm it's not too bad, and certainly would probably be better for me than 2-4am.

Sigh... I don't want to though... the comfort has been nice. It's been a rough month for having to support other people emotionally and care for an unwell cat... so I really need that self-care and nurturing. I just need to make more time for it during respectable hours...

Monday 11 November 2019

Sunlight = growth?

My favourite season has always been winter, even if here we don't really get the traditional four European seasons. I like watching the rain run down the windows, I like holding a warm mug in my hands and snuggling under a blanket on the couch. I also really love getting rained on (it's never THAT cold here, I imagine it would be miserable in other places).

But despite my affection for all those seasons, it's spring and summer that always seem to carry me upwards. Certainly by mid-September my mood tends to dip, and my energy levels fade... then as the weather turns warmer and sunnier by early November, I seem to rally accordingly, even though I'm not really a fan of summer heat.

Maybe I'm a pod person and I just need photosynthesis to survive, haha.

I'm already working on my goals for 2020, and I've made a lot of progress health-wise over the last few weeks. I feel like the whole world is opening up to me, that I have the ability to learn whatever skill I need to, and face any challenges that come up.

But maybe it's not just the sunlight buoying me. Maybe it's also the slow, cumulative effect of increased mindfulness thanks to this planner project, and a year of healing from my demanding previous job. In fact it seems like a bad idea to just thank the sunlight, because that gives away the credit when really I've been working so, so hard to try and reach a point like this.

Really, there's no single action, or habit, or phenomena that is lifting me up right now. It's many, many small decisions, actions, and influences. Which really, is such a fantastic thing. It's so much easier to chip away gently and slowly at the rock surrounding your life, than make one single, big kick and break free. It means that being able to change yourself and grow is available to anyone willing to do something small that magnifies over time. Rather than the far more difficult challenge of achieving one single, enormous feat.

All that said, I'm grateful to the sunlight.

Monday 4 November 2019

Between spring and summer

Despite the imagery in my planner, it's springtime here.
My cat is snuggling on my lap so I'll keep this short. She needs all the pats.

My freelancing business did well last month, even though I continue to always feel three steps behind in my head when it comes to achieving everything I want to achieve in a single month.

I've managed to spend time outside and with friends way more in the last week than I have in a while. The weather helps, but I think I'm also being more intentional with my choices, too.

Sunday 27 October 2019

Promare was awesome anyway hello



I'm feeling a little worried that despite doing a ton lately, I'm losing focus on some of my over-arching goals. It's tough because everything I've been doing lately has been great for my mental health, but I'm concerned that I'm spending too much time on that and not enough on being productive. Finding balance is really hard. But I know working on my mental health will ultimately feed into my achieving my goals, so... I don't know. Maybe it's fine? I had my first session with a therapist last week so maybe I can discuss with them this week about whether I'm being too hard on myself. I never know if I'm pushing myself too hard or not enough. I only notice when I burn out, and I'm not sure how I'd notice the other direction. Feeling too chilled out? I have no idea tbh.

And yes I saw Promare on the weekend, it was great. If you have ecological anxiety triggers, burned alive triggers, or end-of-the-world/apocalypse triggers, then you may wish to skip it, but if you do not, it's a wonderful, extremely Trigger film with a great soundtrack, gorgeous visuals and a great story. Also, mecha. And triangles. What more can you ask for.

Thursday 17 October 2019

Bulk check-ins are like bulk gains right


Not a ton to say - this week I got a referral from my partner's psych to a psychologist she thinks might help me with some of my anxiety issues, so I'll be meeting with her next week. Will be interesting to see how it goes, given it's not exactly a "I need help dealing with this one life thing" type of referral and more a "my brain does Things sometimes that make it hard to be in the world but I'm not like suicidal or anything so uh how do we make me better at being in the world I guess". Which, it turns out, is quite an expensive question to ask, though at least through my excellent national healthcare program I get 50% rebates on ten sessions a year, so technically I could do one session a month and only pay the full, scary cost twice a year. Though I feel like at least initially I'll probably be asked to go more frequently than that as the psych gets to know me.

I hope it helps. Getting clinically assessed for ADD and potentially medicated for it might help - two of my friends with ADD swear by it, but my sister had a terrible reaction to her ADD meds when she was a kid so my mum is very much on the side of "yeah I'm confident you have it but also you shouldn't get medicated for it". But I can't help but wonder how much more I could do every day if my brain didn't bluescreen regularly when I'm trying to complete a thought.

I've spent a lot of time looking after other people this month, which is fine, I'm doing well enough that I can offer some care to others without drowning myself, though some of the things going on with my family right now have been very emotionally taxing. Part of it is the fact that my grandfather is beginning to succumb to dementia and can no longer live on his own - though it's really impressive he made it to the age he has with most of his brain and body intact. It's only been the last couple years that he really began to deteriorate. But there's a lot of things to do now that he's only partially with us, and getting those done has been bittersweet at best. Though it must be much, much harder on my mum.

Guess I had more to say than I initially thought. I kind of swing between not wanting to disclose too much here, because, you know, what if someone finds this, links it to me, and decides they don't want to hire me as a consultant because they're worried about my anxiety issues impairing my work, or whatever. But on the other hand, this feels like the affordable kind of therapy, that I don't need a rebate to be able to do as much as I need. And it only feels real when it's public, which perhaps says more about the way I've adapted to a social media way of assembling and regurgitating my life, or maybe it's just some deeper Brain Thing. It may still be a bad idea, though. I don't know. But I do feel that I've been coping better with everything in part due to holding myself accountable to using the planner, and posting these entries. I've probably said this all before, but, that's the great thing about making something with zero intended audience. I don't have to entertain anyone but myself, and anyone reading this far only has themselves to blame if they're bored to tears by this paragraph, haha.

I haven't been very Online lately, my Twitter has been mostly a desert... which is good and bad. I've had so much to do (none of which I resent, and much of which I actively think is worthwhile) so I don't feel like I'm missing out much. Though, on the other hand, almost all my closest friends live in other countries, so I am missing out on contact with my friends, especially my bestie in NZ, my fave kohai in Canada, and the handful of bright, shining parks of pals in the USA... all of whom have timezones incompatible with mine most of the time, hahahah...h... I guess the problem is I don't have a lot to talk about with people online at the moment, a lot of my work is associated with NDAs and I am not in my biggest fandom any more (I'll still post more content for it eventually, because I have unfinished works, but I'm not really actively interested in seeking out anything in it for myself any more). I do wanna be involved in the Homestuck fandom more, just need to spend the time catching up on the games...