by Johannes on Mon Aug 02, 2010 2:54 pm
It's friggin' time for a no-hold-barred-Johannes-tells-it-how-it-is-you-betcha-lipstick on an academic pig-post. Yes, friends, I'm losing my sanity!!! CV will rejoice in this, and well since he seems to be in semi-board retirement, time for me to take up the insanity slack.
Today finds me frustrated frustrated frustrated. I made it to the office, good. i just chatted with one of our new faculty, and was happy for the exciting summer she's spent, and envious, feeling again how I really [expletive] up the past few months. AND YES, I know know know, regrets and self-shaming do not help AT ALL. And yes, I'm also aware that this kind of self-hatred, and constant obsession with discipline and duty, is part of my family history, and yes, I can seriously make the Nazi connection. My grandmother was a devoted Nazi (I think I've mentioned this before), and see this is one of the things that was so pervasive in her generation and what was passed down. My therapist once said, she feels that my generation will be able to break this cycle of shame and guilt and fear-based life.
Sorry, I'm not writing very clearly here.
My colleagues and my dean are so supportive of me, and I'm still perfectly able of messing up. Well, also perfectly able of doing well, right? If I had a wish free, it'd be that today would be June 2, 2010.
One minute at a time, five minutes at a time. it's not too late. (Too late for what?)
I'm embarassed to write this down, but over the past 3 months I've probably spent about 4 hours working on my pretenure portfolio, which is due in four weeks. I spent 30 minutes on my translation research project. And for the four different classes I'm "teaching" in the fall, I got the book orders in, and have sofar spent about 10 minutes writing syllabi. Finally, I spent about 2 hours this summer on a school-related research project.
I can choose to call up unbearable, paralyzing shame around all of this--equals an entry ticket to acting out.
Or I can choose to move into the present moment. I have done lots of work in therapy, I really have (we had two double sessions over the past two weeks), and the two phrases/mantras that stuck out for me, "The body knows the truth," and "I don't need to act out to feel safe."
Yesterday, I spent the day with my friend E. I met her a few months ago; she's a new member of the awesome Jungian dream group. She's co-organizing a Tibetan Buddhist group that's starting up close to where I live--I actually walked to the Chenrezig Puja yesterday (but then felt rather sweaty during the service), and I am planning to go again next week. Afterwards, E and I had lunch, got some groceries, and we spent the afternoon/evening at her place. I like her a lot, and we do connect on many levels.
Now here a recovery thing: last night, when I got home from E., I ended up distracting myself online before going to bed (and so started my day much later than intended). See, I've been ever so slightly opening myself up emotionally to E, and I wonder whether there may be some romantic connection somehow somewhere. This is very scary stuff for me. Anyway, so last night, I clearly felt that inner loneliness that leads me to acting out with the internet.
Well. An incoherent check-in is better than no check-in at all!
Let's all recover and heal.
Johannes
“For what else is there but the pure act—the lifting of the hammer, the washing of the dish, the movement of the hands on the typewriter, the pulling of the weed? Everything else—thoughts of the past, fantasies about the future, judgments and evaluations concerning the work itself—what are these but shadows and ghosts flickering about in our minds, preventing us from entering fully into life itself?"—Philip Kapleau
I don't need to act out to feel safe.