Some Goals for 2016

I meant to get this post up in December or at least a few weeks ago, but this post is a compliment to my post where I outlined what a typical good day looks like. I spend much of my time coordinating my care, resting, and working around my symptoms. I make weekly goals in my planner every week and then prioritize them, always making exercise number one no matter what else is going on that week. The rest of my goals usually involve phone calls, paperwork, appointments, etc. Thus, my life often feels like it boils down to constant management of my own health. I need a reminder to focus on life and my other goals.

I made this list in December and strategically left out my health-related goals because I’m trying to find a way to carve out a life, or a semblance of a life, outside of illness. I would say that the last few years, illness has controlled my life no matter how much I try to make it the other way around.  I like to believe I’m the captain navigating these rough waters, but often I’m really just the vessel plodding along in the storm. I have surrendered to the fact that illness is a constant source of chaos but it doesn’t mean I can’t at least attempt to make a life in conjunction with that chaos. This is what I’m telling myself at least.

My BFF Carrie Anne has an enviable Life List and she inspired me to make one a few years ago. It’s funny; I actually recently went back and looked at the one I made, which is from my pre-sick life, and I put things like “hike Yosmite’s Upper Falls,” “go whale watching,” and “publish more academic articles” on there. Uhhh….not quite. I’ll have to start from scratch at some point on it. 

But here are some goals I think I can manage this year:

1. Get Back to Creativity

Whatever your passion or skills, creating and the desire for self-expression are the essence of our humanity. I have always been artistic but I lost some of that creative spirit when I became an academic and while dealing with illness. I used to play music regularly, even getting paid gigs for weddings or at restaurants. I worked as a children’s illustrator for years at our local library. I was constantly creating and producing. This is my number one goal for this year: do something creative every day.

I’ve been playing my keyboard almost every day for a few months now so I’m on track with music. Even though I cannot perform right now (which was always my motivation to keep practicing), I’m working on learning and memorizing new material and trying to improve. I’m hoping to try to focus more on writing, finishing, and recording my own material. That’s at the top of my list for my creative goals.

I dream of getting back to painting and giving friends and family gifts of artwork regularly. I dream of sitting in my yard and drawing for 10 minutes at a time and taking breaks. Honestly, working as an artist for so many years put a damper on my desire to create my own artwork. As with all creative pursuits, it takes commitment to improve as an artist and develop skills. I have not been committed to painting for many years. But I still desire to do it more consistently.

I have some clear writing goals. I’m working on getting at least one blog post up a week, getting more writing published, and working toward writing my book. I got six posts up last month, so I’m already on my way toward reaching some of my writing goals.

2. Go Outside

I try to remember what pre-sick life was like and what I did every day in those years, and I would not describe myself as necessarily a home-body then. Yet, since I’m home-bound now, I don’t even leave the borders of my own home with any frequency. The boundaries of the world I inhabit now can be measured in mere feet. There is no literal or figurative horizon to look out to and build dreams on. My horizon is now internal.

We live in a duplex that has an enclosed yard and that was the main reason why I wanted to live here. I try to sit outside in our yard every day. It’s difficult during the warm months (which is most of the year here), but I try to time it right each day to get outside even just for a few minutes. I try to walk with my trekking poles regularly (I’ve had limited success with this in the last few months unfortunately). My goal this year is to get outside every day. 

Along with meditation, this is fundamental to my mental health and sense of well-being. Getting outside, even just sitting in our yard, helps me feel like I am part of the world and feel less trapped. I talk to my cats and the birds in our yard and watch the flowers bloom. It’s glorious.

3. Listen to more music

This is separate from number 1. Since I have to spend so much time resting, it’s a good opportunity to listen to music, yet I honestly spend much of my resting time either reading the news, watching documentaries, or staring off into space. I’ve been anxiously waiting for the full swing of the election season so I’m already spending too much focusing on it. I’m not very interested in football or baseball. The World Series or the Super Bowl are barely a blip on my radar. Politics is my sports.

But music gives me more joy than almost anything else, so I would like to disconnect more and just listen. Listen to all the new music from my favorite artists I haven’t listened to yet. Listen to some of my records I haven’t listened to in ages. Just listen.

4. Read more

I wrote a post a few weeks ago that listed the books I had finished in 2015. I finished 20 books but I’m aiming for 30-40 this year. I know I’ll likely never get back to the 50-70 I read when I was an academic but it will feel close enough.

5. See more of my friends and family

Even though I don’t get out much, I see some of my friends somewhat regularly. But I want to see more of them and see more of my family. The last few years have not been kind to my family and our relationships suffered significantly under the strain of my mom’s failing health. I have high hopes that we can start to move forward this year. I want to see more of my husband’s family too, especially my crazy nephews.

I’d love to be able to drive again. That would make a huge difference with being able to see family and friends more often. Hopefully at some point I can do that again.

6. Work on projects with husband

My husband is a builder and maker of things but the times I have participated in his projects have been slim to none. I have a gorgeous 1920s antique armoire that my mom saved for me that desperately needs to be refinished. It’s been sitting in our garage for three years and I can’t wait to see it back to its full glory. It’s a serious undertaking but husband is on board to help with it.

We have some other projects on the table. We ordered a flint-knapping kit last year and have been waiting for some warmer weather to practice making hand axes. We can party like its 10,000 BC and make some prehistoric tools. Sounds fantastic.

This could come in handy in the zombie apocalypse

7. Travel (i.e leave the house for things that are not appointment-related)

I sometimes think about what my life would look like if illness hadn’t taken it over. I’d still be a workaholic and spending much of my time working, but I’d also be playing music and travelling. I have always loved to travel. I honestly cannot remember the last time I left my town for something other than an appointment, even just to go to neighboring towns. One of my BFFs moved to the next town over a few years ago and I still haven’t seen her new place. My sister moved to the Bay Area a few years ago and I still haven’t been able to visit her there yet either. It’s just absurd.

I want to attempt to venture out this year. ‘Travel’ for me doesn’t mean I’m going to travel up the Pacific Northwest (though I’d give anything to do that again). It means going places that are nearby, even just a mile or two down the road, and the excursion NOT being appointment-related. I’m going to actually count any activity where I leave the house that isn’t for some kind appointment as “travelling.”

There are places I really want to go that are not that far from us but would take some serious planning to pull off, including having to stay overnight. I haven’t been to Yosemite in 3 years, which considering we used to go there multiple times a year, is desperately sad. I’d love to take a trip to Monterrey and go the aquarium. We both love the Foothills and had family in Sonora when we were growing up. Ultimately, our goal is to move there, but I’m hoping this year I could pull off a day trip there again. If I can start slowly working my way up to these things, maybe we could finally get back to thinking about our bigger travel plans like visiting my husband’s aunts in southern California again or finally making a trip to Yellowstone. Someday.

8. Meditate more

I had a great therapist when we lived in Nevada who had a background in mindfulness, and she helped me get back to meditating. I used to do a lot of yoga years ago and meditation was always part of that practice. I would like to consistently meditate again, preferably once a day. I have found that morning is the best time for me, and I have actually discovered that it helps to stabilize my heart rate and breathing. I usually wake up with my heart rate around 160 (thanks POTS) and struggling to breathe (thanks Myasthenia), but sitting and focusing on my breath helps to improve these symptoms that are usually the worst in the morning. But more than anything else, meditation offers benefits for mental health. For me, it has improved my anxiety significantly and helped my depression too. When I feel myself starting to spiral out of control mentally, I try to sit still for a few minutes and just focus on my breath. It really helps.

And just for fun, here are some big dreams and goals—some I’m actually working toward and some that are just crazy ideas I want to throw out to the universe:

1.      Finish my album of originals and sell it or make it free online

2.      Write a book (or two or three)

3.      Perform regularly again

4.      Start a non-profit that will help disabled chronically ill patients get access to important resources

5.      Travel to the UK

6.      Be able to drive to my friends/family’s house and be able to drive myself to local appointments

7.      Organize fundraiser events (for Dysautonomia, Myasthenia Gravis, and Alzheimer’s)

8.      Be able to teach in a classroom again (or any capacity really)

9.      Take freelance writing jobs

10.  Have a vegetable garden that I am able to maintain

11. Go camping

12.  Get an MFA or finish my PhD

13. Sell some of my artwork or give it away for free

I don’t know if I’ll accomplish any in this last list but these goals beckon to my soul for completion someday

I recommend making a list for yourself also, making sure to separate the health goals from your life goals. Even as I was writing this, I kept finding myself listing health-related desires. This was a good exercise to try to delineate my own desires from the health-related goals I’m working toward every day. We have to remember to live sometimes, even if much of that life has to be lived internally. There are still universes within each of us that deserve exploration.

The Books of 2015

Once upon a time, in another time and space, I spent much of my life reading and writing. As a grad student and an academic, I would typically read 40-70 books a year and thousands of pages in articles and critical work. As a professor, I would read books that I would teach and books about teaching and endless, seemingly self-generating stacks of student writing.

This feels like a lifetime ago, but I have some accomplishments or “trophies” from that time that remind me that it was real. I have piles and piles of notes I took from all that reading (including what eventually would’ve been my dissertation), I have a copy of my Masters’ thesis on Hawaiian literature, an academic article I got published, and some articles that were in the production line to eventually be published. I was working toward publishing some work on media literacy and teaching during last year of working. Much of what remains from that time is unfinished work but I did finish some of it.

In linear time, all of this wasn’t that long ago. I only stopped working a little over a year ago and left grad school for good three years ago. Yet, when I think of this time, I look at all of my books I invested so much of my life to—books on ecofeminism, postcolonial theory, multiculturalism, transnationalism, Pacific studies, etc (what do these terms even mean anymore?). It’s like looking through the artifacts of a lost time, the vestigial remains of someone else’s life. It feels like lifetimes ago. Somehow that was my life. These tangible remnants are what make those memories real for me.

Since I stopped working, even since I left grad school, the amount of reading I do has dropped considerably. I still read every day, but the books I finish, the intellectual pursuits with a purpose, and the projects I complete, that is what has really vanished.

My ability to concentrate has diminished considerably since I became ill. Anyone with a chronic illness will understand what I mean when I say this. If you do not live with illness, the only way I can describe it is how you feel during a terrible cold or flu and how difficult it is to concentrate or be productive because the physical symptoms are so draining.

Now, I can only really focus on reading or writing for about 20-40 mins at a time, depending on how engaging it is. I start crashing very quickly and have to take breaks by sitting still or lying down. This is one of the problems with my desire to eventually teach online or do some kind of work that involves writing. Sometimes when I’m bedridden or having a really bad patch for weeks or months, I can do very little reading or writing. That’s also part of the reason I have trouble getting blog posts up regularly.

So what I’m getting at with all of this is the struggle to read and finish books or projects. Yet, I would say that my intellectual curiosity has not waned from what it was before I got ill. I usually watch a lot of documentaries and those are actually pretty satiating. I also made a concerted effort to try to actually finish some books in 2015 and I started making a list of the books I had finished.

This is the list of the books I finished. I read significantly more than this list but these are the books that I actually, legitimately finished:

Mists of Avalon – Marion Zimmer Bradley (re-read)

Black Like Me- John Howard Griffin

A History of Ancient Britain- Neil Oliver

Radical Acceptance- Tara Brach

Leaves of Grass (1855 version)- Walt Whitman

Siddhartha – Hermann Hesse (re-read)

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire- J.K. Rowling (re-read)

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix- J.K. Rowling (re-read)

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince- J.K. Rowling (re-read)

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows- J.K. Rowling (re-read)

Wild Seed- Octavia Butler (re-read)

Mind of My Mind-Octavia Butler

Clay’s Ark-Octavia Butler

Britain BC- Francis Pryor

The Mind in the Cave: Consciousness and the Origins of Art- David Lewis-Williams

The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating- Elizabeth Tova Bailey

My Imaginary Illness: A Journey Into Uncertainty and Prejudice in Medical Diagnosis- Chloe G.K. Atkins

How to Marry an English Lord: Tales of Wealth and Marriage, Sex and Snobbery –Gail MacColl and Carol McD. Wallace

A History of Scotland- Neil Oliver

The Journey to the East – Hermann Hesse

Although I often lament that I accomplish so little since becoming home-bound and so limited, making this list helped me feel like I had accomplished something. I’m going to make a list for 2016 too. 

I also like that this list tells a bit of story about 2015 too.

Hermann Hesse and Octavia Butler are two of my favorite authors and I’m trying to read everything they’ve written. I was reading Butler’s Patternmaster series in 2015, but I didn’t read the very last novel in the series. I was reading it when my mom was in the hospital and then she passed. This series is some of the bleakest writing of Butler’s so I abandoned it since I was going through such a difficult time. Maybe I’ll finish that last novel this year. If you like science fiction, or even if you don't, I can't recommend her books enough.

I read Black Like Me after the Rachel Dolezal thing happened. My focus for my degree was multicultural American literature yet somehow I had never read that book.

Mists of Avalon is one of my favorite books, but I hadn't re-read it in many years. 

I've been trying to read more health-related books. I started the Spoonie Reads section on this blog and will eventually get a review of Radical Acceptance, My Imaginary Illness, and The Sound of a Wild Snail up for that section. Someday!

Walt Whitman is my favorite poet but I had never read the first publication of Leaves of Grass. I read it in the dead of summer. Since I can’t go outside during the day in the summer, I sat outside in my yard and read in the evening, accompanied by the rebellious Walt Whitman. Although I always joked that in my studies I never read many white, male authors, I very much have a soft spot for a few early American writers and the Transcendentalists, especially Whitman. 

I’ve mentioned that I’m a bit obsessed with British and Scottish history and prehistory right now so a few of the books show that. I’ve become a bit of a disciple of Neil Oliver. I adore his documentaries for the BBC. They ignited my curiosity about prehistory. I want to read all of his books. Aside from his knowledge and passion that he demonstrates in his documentary work, he is really charismatic and has absurdly amazing hair.

Seriously!

Downton Abbey is my favorite show and I had read somewhere that How to Marry an English Lord inspired the creator to write the show, so I read it. The book was good fun and like an ethnographic study of the experience of American heiresses who married titled English men. I enjoyed it.

I’m obsessed with the Harry Potter series and would just re-read them on an endless loop but I try to get myself to focus on other things. The movies and the books are my happy place, especially since I got ill. They are my favorite escape. I always loved the series, but after I got ill I lost my mind a bit for everything Potter. They are like an emotional security blanket and whenever I’m feeling my worst, I go to one of the movies or books for comfort. Even though I try to focus on other things, I’ll probably end up reading at least part of the series again this year. Why fight it? I haven't read her detective fiction she has been publishing recently but maybe I'll try it this year. 

I look at this list and it is embarrassingly slim. You would think since I spend so much time still and resting that I would finish more, but alas concentration often eludes me. Some of these books were really long and took awhile to finish too. I usually read more than one book at a time and get distracted by other books but making this list helped me try to focus on one book at at time to actually finish them. 

Despite it being slim, this list still feels like an accomplishment. I was determined to only list the books I had actually finished. I’m hoping I can double this list in the coming year. 

I recommend keeping a list of books you finish this year. It's good motivation and it gives you a nice boost of confidence when you feel like you haven't accomplished much intellectually.

What are you reading right now? Anything you want to read this year? 

Spoonie Reads: Toni Bernhard's "How to Be Sick"

I’m excited to start this new section on the blog today. I have wanted to start it for some time. Like many of you, I find the best way to understand anything that is nebulous is to read about it. What could be more absurd and confusing than illness, right? As an academic, the first place I always turn when I have questions or need context is a book. So as I read more books that relate to illness, I’ll write a post about them and try to explain how they are useful if you would like to read them. 

Many who have chronic illness—those who are newly diagnosed, undiagnosed, or diagnosed many years—have turned to Toni Bernhard’s How to be Sick: A Buddhist-Inspired GuideFor the Chronically Ill and Their Caregivers. It’s a great starting place for understanding what life with chronic illness entails and how to navigate the treacherous waters that come with it. Although Bernhard uses Buddhism as a framework for understanding illness, the text does not cover the tenets or history of Buddhism nor is it designed to convert. Buddhism is discussed as a tool for coping with illness, but it is not the focus of the book.

The book is geared specifically to those with illness and those who care for or care about anyone with an illness. You won’t find medical research or specific information about disease. The author does have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (ME) and POTS, which I hadn’t realized until I started reading it. Yet, she makes this book accessible no matter what illness the reader may be coping with. You won’t find information about the practical, gritty concerns of illness in this book such as navigating the medical system, applying for benefits, managing specific conditions, etc. This is essentially a self-help book that borders on psychological cognitive therapy. Bernhard's intention is to help those who suffer with illness work toward acceptance and make peace with their irrevocably altered life. Using Buddhist teachings and the concept of mindfulness, she offers cognitive pathways throughout the book that are designed to help those with illness be mindful of destructive thought processes and re-orient them instead to be productive and positive.

The strength of this book is its accuracy in representing the universal experience of illness. She touches on all of the cardinal obstacles many with chronic illness will at some point face: doubt and insensitive comments from doctors and friends and family, grieving a former life, self-blame, confusion and frustration, the long road to acceptance, seeking answers when none may exist, and courageously rebuilding a life despite illness. It is the last point that is the overlaying theme of the book. No matter how resilient you are, that resilience will be tested after illness and Bernhard offers suggestions for reclaiming that resilience. 

She begins the book by stating that a basic tenet of Buddhism is that “life is suffering,” explaining that this is not a gesture toward resignation but instead acceptance that life is in constant flux. She mentions that this should be a source of strength. To understand this, she says she repeats to herself “You know this is the way it is. You were born and so are subject to change, disease, and ultimately death. It happens differently for each person. This is one of the ways it’s happening to you.” Suffering can be used as an emancipatory concept to accept what you are experiencing and find a way to thrive and let go of the self-blame that is so common with chronic illness. Suffering as a form of strength and perseverance underpins many of her points throughout the text. 

There are a few points throughout the book that were memorable to me that I will mention, and even though I read this book a year ago, they have continued to help me with the tough emotional work of managing illness. She discusses the Buddhist idea that there is “no fixed self,” meaning that the “I” we use to understand ourselves and the world, is constantly changing. Thinking of ourselves and our bodies this way is useful for seeing our experience of illness objectively. She states, “contemplating the truth of no-fixed-self has helped me tremendously since I became chronically ill” because “what happens in life arises out of conditions, not from a ‘me’ in control.” Relinquishing this sense of control or the idea of any fixed state of being is useful on the really bad days. It can be a source of hope. She has a mantra to remind herself of this: “there is sickness here, but I am not sick.” I have repeated this on my bed-ridden days. It’s useful to remember that illness is not my identity and the experience of illness and life in general is constantly changing. The bad days and moments are transient.

Sometimes it feels like illness washes the entire world in a grey haze, but maintaining our humanity and remembering to feel joy is still essential. When I can’t do the things I want to do or be with my friends and family, I think about what Bernhard said about “cultivating joy in the joy of others.” This is a good antidote to the inevitable envy of those who are well that so many of us experience. When I can’t go to an event or leave the house, I try to feel joy that my friends are spending time with each and they are having fun. It’s difficult to do, but it always helps me get around the disappointment.

For me, the most useful point she makes is learning how to feel compassion for ourselves and our bodies. I have spent most of the years I’ve been ill punishing my body for being ill and forcing it to do things it is incapable of doing because I refused to accept my limitations. This obviously led to enormous frustration. It’s a product of guilt and self-blame. But Bernhard mentions that feeling compassion toward our own suffering is a way to surrender, accept, and cope: “When cultivating a compassionate mental state, sometimes I look for words that address the source of the suffering … I might silently say ‘It’s so hard to want to so badly not to be sick … my poor body, working so hard to feel better.” On the really bad days or when I feel like giving up, I think of these words and feel some compassion for myself instead of blaming myself for struggling to endure.

There is much more in this book that offers useful cognitive re-framing to understand and manage illness than what I mentioned here. After reading it, I did wish for more depth in terms of narrative and the application of these points, but perhaps that’s more a matter of personal taste than a deficiency in the book. I have some parallel experiences to hers, which I found so amusing that I talked to her on Twitter about it. We’re both academics, have POTS, and live in California’s Central Valley. When she mentions the embarrassing lengths she had to go to while teaching and being severely ill, I had a visceral connection with her. I had to do the same thing.

This book is educational in learning how to do more than just exist and survive with illness. It can help you on your path of learning to live well and fully while ill.

This book has been so successful that she has written multiple sequels to it that focus on other topics. I recommend this text in your studies of chronic illness and managing your condition or even understanding how a loved one lives with illness. You can find her website with a list of her books at www.tonibernhard.com.

Cheers and happy reading! 

A New Year

I don’t really go for sappy sentimentality but I do like the power of reflection, reflecting as an impetus for learning and changing. 2014 was a rough ride to say the least. It was the most difficult year for me health-wise and I felt like I was perpetually trying to claw my way out of quicksand. 2014 was a re-play of the nightmare of 2011: bizarre symptoms that only got worse and worse, trying desperately to hold onto a career and some normalcy, constant tears and heartbreak, low after low. But I don’t want to think in those terms anymore. 2014 also brought gifts that I never expected and wouldn’t trade for anything.

This was the year that I essentially “came out” with my illness and started to be comfortable talking to people about it and even feeling empowered by what I’ve survived. Starting this blog in February was a catalyst for this. As I look back through the posts, the chaos and desperation is palpable in almost all of them but I tried to use writing to regain some power over my life and to understand that chaos. It allowed me to stand in the eye of the storm and sometimes even laugh at the absurdity of it. I had been thinking about starting a blog for awhile but resisted taking the plunge. This has helped me be able to externalize my experience to try to make it useful and educational for others. I’ve also met some great fellow Spoonies along the way.

This is the year I became comfortable with the term “disabled.” I put off getting a cane, then the walker, and then the wheelchair as long as possible. I didn’t want people to see me for what I truly am. Now, I don’t care anymore. I’m more than happy to take my wheelchair or use an electric cart. They mean being able to leave the house safely and comfortably. They also have the added bonus of wearing less sensible shoes and using mobility aids as an accessory, like the glitter cane my husband made me . You also get VIP parking wherever you go when you’re disabled. There has to be a perk somehow.

Glitter cane!

I’ve been reclaiming some things I lost over the last few years. When I was ill, working, and resisting my illness, I was an empty shell of a person. I had no energy for anyone or anything. I was living in a perpetual state of terror, maintaining a calm exterior and an interior in profound disarray. Not living. Only surviving. Living a double life. Now I’ve been reading more, watching endless history documentaries about Neolithic Britain, and trying to write and play more music. It’s nice to have other interests besides working.

2014 was filled with strange enhanced interrogation medical testing, including getting stabbed with needles repeatedly, doing a balance test designed for NASA, and having hot air blown in my ears. Some people can talk about their adventures in travelling over the year, but I wonder how many of them have had a doctor say to them, "Ok. Now it's going to feel like you're peeing." Now, this is how to party.

I have made some progress toward a diagnosis. We know I have some kind of neuromuscular autoimmune disease that is likely Myasthenia Gravis but my doctor is hesitant to provide the official diagnosis. I'm trying to get comfortable continuing to live in the grey area. The plot twists of this medical story just keep getting more and more strange. Even without an official diagnosis, they started treating it and I can do more than I could a few months ago, including doing some sort of exercise every day. I hope to keep up the momentum of that success this year.

Since I’m home-bound now most of the time and creating a permanent indentation in my couch, I really savor moments spent with family, friends, my husband. I am more present than I’ve ever been in my life and that has given me real joy. I’ve stopped taking on things I am not physically able to do with the idea that “things will just eventually get better and I’ll be able to do it” and instead started thinking about living a life within my physical limitations. The process of attaining these gifts was brutal but in many ways it was worth it.

The best gift 2014 gave me by far is acceptance. I spent a lot of energy the last few years hiding my illness, feeling shame and guilt, and fighting it. This had a predictable outcome of only making me worse. I am no longer fighting it so hard and resisting every change and every low. I truly learned how to get over it. I no longer feel the need to explain, apologize, or justify, even with my doctors. I no longer have the energy to do this anymore and it is emancipating as hell. I am what I am so take it or leave it. I want to scream from the mountaintop “Screw it! Whatever! I don’t care!” Then sip some tea and go back to lying down.

I don’t have any resolutions, just a few goals. I really hope to reclaim some of my independence that I have lost over the last year (including driving), conjure more creative output (maybe even some recording), and keep working toward acceptance. (And maybe, just maybe make more progress with diagnoses). I hope to get back to being in tune with the world again. 

I hope that you are also able to celebrate everything you have overcome and achieved this year and I wish you all the best in attaining your goals. I wish you good health, lots of rest, tons of chocolate, and genuine joy.

Thanks for being part of this journey :)

This song by one of my favorite artists perfectly sums up my year. Not sure how Tori Amos managed to tell my story way back in 2007.

Celebrations

So it is my 34^th birthday today....a very sassy 34

My birthday is a weird time of year since I got ill. POTS entered my life in 2011 and things started to go rapidly downhill for me around my birthday that year. I was still pushing through the PhD program and everything hit critical mass that fall. By October, I was fighting so hard to pretend everything was ok.

By the time my birthday hit, the gig was up. I left the PhD program on November 2^nd 2011 and life looked crushingly uncertain. It’s three years later and I am in the exact same place, at rock-bottom and gazing wearily once again at a very uncertain future.

So yea, my birthday is always a strange time. I am constantly measuring time and illness—thinking “this time last year I was better. I was able to do this and that.” Last year, we had a party at our house because my BFF and I celebrate our birthdays together since they are so close. We had a good time and danced a little. I had finished my first evaluation as a full time professor and did so successfully despite being putting on a brave face while ill. I felt badass and accomplished. I inhaled some decadent chocolate cake in celebration.

This year is completely different. I'm not working. My new office I prepared during the summer is sitting empty. There is no dancing. Instead, I spend my days asking myself “Can I safely drive, shower, prepare a meal?” "Am I able to walk to my kitchen?" I sit on my couch or lie in bed and ruminate on life, surrendering to this opportunity to recover an authentic self. 

My goal was to just show up and be present for my birthday gathering this year. I did have to lie on my friend’s bed through part of it, but I showed up and had a good time. I missed everyone else's birthday this year but made it to my own at least. We sat around and talked about the absurd things we always talk about. It was glorious.

I’m trying to remember that measuring is not living. Pretending is not living. 

My circumstances may be similar to three years ago but my outlook is changing for the better. Although this year has been an endless roller coaster of struggle, I’m working on bringing joy back into my life, which has been absent for years now. Climbing the academic career ladder and fighting a devastating illness blinded me from the things I used to love. When your body is just holding onto mere survival, there isn’t much room for anything else. But I am trying to re-discover the things I left behind.

I’m working on celebrating life and finding small pieces of joy in it by reclaiming my creative spirit.

Like music. I finally finished some songs I’ve been writing for years now and even got one recorded this summer. Music has been my guiding light for most of my life. I may have degrees in literature, but music is more important to me than any piece of literature. I desperately miss performing, but I still play and sing almost every day when I am able. I used to play in restaurants, bars, and weddings, and I took being able to perform for granted. Now, when I get the chance I really savor it. My dream is to record an album of all originals. It’s my number one life goal, and it will happen.

You can hear the recording of "Upright," which I wrote as a reminder to myself of my strength despite my limitations. 

I am listening to my records again. I have been listening to vinyl for the last 15 years, before it got cool again (I am such a freaking hipster). I’ve dragged this collection over state lines multiple times. I’m rediscovering records I haven’t listened to in years.

A few of my favorite things: vinyl records, Harry Potter, twinkly lights

I’m drawing and painting a little again. Just a little. 

I studied American literature, but since I left school all I’ve been reading is fantasy literature. I am reveling in reading whatever I want. When your body refuses to let you move, reading can be transportation.

One benefit of being ill (there are a few) is being forced to be still. I’m a workaholic, so this is anathema to my nature. My brain used to be constantly in motion preparing for what was next and what else I could achieve. But now that I’m regularly bed/couch-ridden, I must lie still and just exist in space. I remember the flavor of life and the pulse of community.  I am given time to reflect—to be truly tethered to the present. This has been transformative. I crave the things I genuinely love, relinquishing the trappings of adulthood that can blunt so many of our real desires.

It’s an opportunity to peel away the layers of self we build to present to the world to instead find a truer self, one that has been lost in the saturation of daily life. It’s been a chance to say I survived going over the edge of the cliff, a chance to observe with clarity and then ask myself, “What do I really want? What meaning can I make from this experience?” 

This sounds hokey, but it’s a reality I’m living. It’s brutal and harsh but beautiful and worthy of celebration as well.

I was a writer before I was anything else. I came to music as a writer. I became an English major because I’ve loved writing and pursued an academic career on the strengths of my writing. Starting this blog and writing again feels like a rebirth and celebration of what I still have and what I have learned. It is the gravity that pulls all the random pieces to make them unexpectedly fit together.

Even in the darkest of times, there can be an opportunity for celebration. Today I celebrate what I have overcome and what I’ve endured. I celebrate who I am, those I love, and all that life gives and takes from us that is truly worthwhile.

The even-numbered years seem to have a better track record for me. I'm letting go of the things that don't matter. I'm bringing the sass. Let's do this 34 

I even ventured outside briefly today. The demon in the background appreciates the sass