July 2, 2015: Three Good Things


This week I’m relating good things about myself rather than my day. This is day five of this challenge. It’s getting harder to think of good things about myself that I haven’t already related, but here goes.

1. I tend to have a knack for new skills. My first attempts at both pottery and weaving in particular look like I’d been at both for a while. They certainly don’t look like an expert did them, but neither do they look like a first try. This tends to be the case with most new skills I try to pick up.

2. I am patient beyond measure – most of the time. If I’m having a really bad day, my patience wears thin like everyone else’s, but my fuse is generally very, very long.

3. I give really good backrubs. My own back won’t let me pursue it as a career, but I am trained in massage therapy by some of the finest teachers in the country.

An Interesting Exercise


As I related yesterday, I’ve been given a new tool to try and center me in instances where I’m irrational or frozen (think fight/flight/freeze) and last night I had an opportunity to put it to the test.

Therapy was very rough on me yesterday. (I wrote about it in detail yesterday; be aware there are sexual assault triggers if you wish to read up.) By the time the evening rolled around I was tired and lonely and feeling exceptionally isolated – the perfect recipe for me to become both frozen and irrational.

I told my wife that I was in bad shape and she responded by asking me “what do you see/hear/smell/feel/taste? I responded the best I could, even interjecting humor into my responses (my sinuses were completely closed, I couldn’t smell a thing). And by the time we’d made it to the final question, I was feeling considerably better. I was still lonely, but I was registering the reality that she’d be off work and home soon, and the loneliness and isolation I felt were tolerable for that short period of time.

It’s only one test, but it worked beautifully.

The next step is going to be learning to ask myself those questions when I start down that path toward irrationality.