Yesterday I was convinced that I was depressed. That might be too severe a word for what I was feeling yesterday morning. But whatever it was it didn’t last very long because by the end of the day I was atop my stationary Schwinn and breaking a sweat. So I think it was linked more to my own insecurity than anything else. It confuses me because there are times when I am quite secure in the fact that my confidence is one of the strongest pieces of my character. However I can vacillate and feel sorry for myself without any intrinsic evidence. I hallucinate that I may have done something to warrant ill feelings toward me without any supporting evidence to back it up. I should think I would have learned my lesson about this long ago but my own lack of self-esteem has a hand in clouding my own wisdom.
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Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
One Day Some Day
My father might be headed to the happy hunting grounds to be alongside my mother, his wife of 50 years shy one day. Part of me thinks he has been waiting to die since her passing some 11 years ago. I thought he would have gone soon after my mom but he hung in there despite what his wish might have been.
If I look at my father’s lifespan I try not to think it’s just 22 years left for me because I am not far behind him. Of course I don’t want to be melodramatic, because I have been much more active than my father ever was. That by itself doesn’t give me a longer lease but I can dream can’t I?
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Higher Consciousness?
What do I have to tell myself today? Am I happier than I have been? Do I know anything more that I didn’t yesterday, last week or last month? I suppose there is more that is sitting in my conscious than what was lying in my pre-conscious and even less in my unconscious, but what am I going to do about it is the real question.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Charlie Says
Most of my life I have been struggling with the notion that I was mediocre or I was a genius. I have decided that I am neither but I do have a wealth of wisdom circling the sun 60 times. Charlie Chan said: 60 summers young, 60 winters old. I think he was right because being old and young at the same time is just the right blend for me to give the most I can to the next generation.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
My Personal Statement
This is a great opportunity for a man of 60 years old to get more acquainted with himself and connect with others in a way that will resonate with people of any age and hopefully any walk of life, ethnicity or gender. When I became a sexagenarian it was probably the most significant emotional and spiritual event that I can recall because it gave me a vantage point that I had never considered because I live my life to the fullest yet only day to day. One of my major shortcomings is not having had a plan. I used to make goals but I think my accomplishments have come through osmosis as it were rather than a concerted conscious effort on my part.
The best place to start is where am I now. I am about to complete my second undergraduate degree in Psychology from an online University called Argosy. I have been attracted to how the mind works for the better half of my life. My regret, which I have left by the side of the road, was that a career in Psychology is in essence my unlived life.
I am determined to avoid the world of stagnation and despair that my 82-year-old father lives in. My remaining years I hope will be characterized by the word that I have learned in my psychology studies and that is generativity. I have so much to offer succeeding generations merely by the life I have lived. Whether it be through my life passing through military college, a major weight loss of 75 pounds, a running career that included 17 marathons, life as an alcoholic and one in recovery for 21+ years. But my best work I think came in the 13 years as a Step dad, which continues to bedevil and inspire me.
Let me take the reader through my life presently and work backward. I am currently in the role of financial advisor, which has been my main source of income for 30 years. About 12 years ago I came upon a methodology that allowed me to enter my clients lives tabular rasa or clean slate. It provides me with the best perspective because I do not have a particular agenda and I approach them from the nurture side of life. In this way it allows me to connect with them on a social and emotional level. Fortunately I can incorporate the benefits of objectivity with the subjectivity of my personality. I have always held the belief that financial advising is not about the numbers it is helping people live their lives and in their money rather than be locked out of it only to see the eroding forces take it from them without their consent.
Woven into my professional life, about 13 years ago I married a woman with three children from her previous marriage. They were young adults of 13, 18, and 23, so some of the problematic parts of step parenting bringing up children were never encountered. However it took a yeoman’s effort on my part having lived without any children of my own to submerge my selfish ego and allows the egocentricities of young adults to blossom and grow with as little interference from me as possible. My relationships with all 3 have been for the most part satisfying although there were times in the beginning that I would say to my wife: I didn’t sign up for this. She calmly and collectively told me that I had but that did not ease the emotional turmoil in those first few years. The most salient point I taught myself was to wait one day. Waiting one day whenever I was upset about any perceived wrong my stepchildren had done me. This singular strategy kept me out of arguments with my wife, my stepchildren and my own inner turmoil. It was not easy by any means because when I felt threatened my natural reaction was to react and right what was the perceived wrong. However, I quickly learned that if I was to stay in this relationship and I did it would mean that I would have to craft responses instead of power driven arguments if I really wanted my children to understand and comprehend who I was. I had little problem distinguishing myself from their biological father because he was actively engaged outside their life, which presented it’s own problems because there were times that especially my stepson would act out on me because of the absenteeism of his dad. Their father and I had a few skirmishes at first but I quickly learned that although I would win each battle I was losing the war and so I disengaged from any and all attacks on my wife’s ex-husband.
About a year ago I started to blog about my exploits being a step dad and that has helped me vent some of my frustrations when to air them publicly with my wife would only have ended in hurt feelings or placing her in the proverbial catch 22. I have tried to be more than in my writings. My friends tell me I have gone too far in accommodating my stepson in particular but he sees it in a different light as of this writing.
Also woven into my current working life and tenure, as a stepparent has been my life in recovery from alcohol and drugs for the past 21+ years. I have been fortunate in never having relapsed in that time. This too I have been blogging about in what I call: My Life After AA. These writings are my own experience and they have been reported to be a didactic source to my readers and quite frankly to me as well. This writing capability has extended itself into 13 blogs that I write on a regular basis. I of course am seeking to be discovered by some editor and maybe one day I will be. My writing is experiential in nature and I have been told that I am able to capture within my writing, emotion that normally would take pages. I just know that like my life, my writing is not scripted and it arrives nascent, or Faulkneresque as some have mused.
I will stop here lest I get too verbose. I would like to share that my experience in taking psychology has been a rich experience also not without it’s challenges as there were times when as Frank Sinatra said: I thought of cutting out, but my heart just ain’t gonna buy it. I feel that even past middle age I have a lot that I can offer as practitioner in a therapeutic practice in some humanistic way. My concern is just what to do with my degree and as I am reading the current assignment in my ultimate class of Advanced Psychology some of those questions might just be answered. The current professor may have the answer in her title and I will endeavor to seek out her advice in helping me move to the next step postgraduate.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
My Sister: Spoiled Brat
Today I did something I guess I should be proud of. My youngest sister who has been a spoiled brat all her life had been quarrelling with me over money and insisted that I apologize to her before she would meet me today. It mattered little that she owes everyone in my dwindling family money, because she was upset that I had admonished her about her what seemed to be a betrayal of confidence that I had shared with her. She wanted an apology. And so I told her that I was sorry that I hurt her feelings. I diplomatically avoided what she and I thought was right and wrong and gave her what she wanted. At brunch I did not elaborate further and put the matter to bed where it belonged.
There was just no point in trying to make my point because in the end it would serve no purpose except to stroke my own ego. I knew that she would not change and I had no business trying to.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
The Week That Was
This is a week that may have changed my life. I found out that I am truly in charge of my own happiness and that I do not have to keep myself hostage in the minimum-security detention center that is my own home. It took a trip to Florida, which was part business and mostly fun. I saw my beloved Yankees in a spring training game and capped my week with a trip to an Equestrian event that I would never have chosen to go to had it not been that I just wanted to be open to moving outside my comfort zone. I am so glad that I did too because whenever I have projected about doing something I have never done before it has always been wrong. So far whenever I have taken these leaps of faith it has been completely gratifying.
What does that have to do with my life at home? It tells me that I need to give myself permission to just go and do. I know that I need to expand my client base, which will give me the freedom I so desperately crave. I thrive on attention it is true but I can back up this need with the gift I bring my clients and my friends with the brain God blessed me with.
Yes this week might go a long way in making it very clear that I am in the pursuit of happiness and if I don’t walk towards it, it will walk away from me.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Withdrawal
I am so familiar with this word it’s not even funny. I’m talking mental withdrawal and I am feeling it so strong. I don’t want to seem like I am twittering, heaven forbid, but I did in exchange of my normal obsession of spin class, opt for a short run today in the surprisingly cool Tampa morning air. God I can remember how much I loved to run, well as Cee Lo Green said: Forget That. It sounds like heresy coming out of my mouth but I have retired from that regimen and frankly my joints just can’t take that pounding anymore.
Last night I felt like I was a “mug” back at military college because the air conditioning system in this ‘Quality Inn’ was like a model T Ford starting and stopping every 5minutes and I had a wonderful dose of sleep deprivation. So it’s off to my appointment and to see my beloved Yankees in a Tampa spring training game. I am quite frankly excited.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
The Escape
It was planned with exacting certitude this late winter trip to southern Florida. I had to pull away from the magnetic field that was pulling me counterclockwise down a hole I’ve already been down before on a different day, in a different decade. I knew that I didn’t get sober to be unhappy and I had to find out where my true feelings lay. Has my patience run out with my stepson? Do I still love my wife? What am I doing, where am I going?
I have allowed the situation at home to become muddled and I have failed to detach in a healthy and loving way. The result was three viral infections in a row including two bronchial asthmatic attacks. Some have pointed to the Petri dish of my spin classes but I am convinced that my failure to make boundaries with my stepson and even my wife have in essence brought down the house on my own head. I take full responsibility as an enabler and hostage taker. I too have become a willing prisoner in a home of dysfunction. Trust me this is a good flock, but my shepherding days have to end and end quickly if I am to find myself all in one piece. I cannot continue to live my life based on sentiment and whether I hurt someone else’s feelings or not. The emotional pull of guilt has lost its attraction, and if it were not for my own distractions I would probably find myself headed for the exit. Maybe I have already left.
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