So, countless times when I was a kid, I’d be watching a sci-fi show and Our Heroes would be getting a pounding from something. One of the crew would tell The Captain (or other authority figure, but let’s face facts: I’m a trekkie and no getting around it) that a critical system had just been hosed. The Captain, being the tactical genius that he is, wisely decides to re-route power from the systems which are keeping them from dying but which aren’t quite so absolutely vital at the moment over to the systems that are keeping them alive but which need every joule of energy in order to pull their bacon out of the fire. What fails (or if there even is a failure, sometimes the situation at large is just that dire) and what system gets the juice varies. Sometimes, they might even shut down life support in order to give the shields or engines that extra 0.00001% of juice necessary to save the day. I paint this using a tone of ridicule but I do so only because I love it all. And it teaches a very valuable lesson.
About a year ago, my back got fed up with me and walked off the job. Much to my chagrin, I have never yet to regain the physical and spiritual edge that I had. Maslow’s pyramid of needs may not be accurate, but dealing with pain and fatigue on a long-term basis gets old.
Very recently my back started acting up on me. A year later, almost to the week. Growl. At the same time, I’m pissed because I haven’t been meditating anywhere near what I really want to, I haven’t been writing like I want to. I just had a month without my delightfully distracting wife nearby, and I’d planned to go into a veritable Jedi mode and meditate and write my arse off. Instead? It was all I could do to keep the wheels of day-to-day life spinning.
I am here for more than minutia. I am here to do many things, some of them great, even. But how am I supposed to do anything with a body that seems to consipre against me and an energy level that precludes anything other than the basics?
Well, job one is an audit to find out what goes on. First thing’s first, stop blowing energy on fussing about the problem. Doesn’t help, and prolongs the problem. Now, clear out the email inbox. This is actually more stress-relieving than you might think. A couple of pointers if you’re using gmail: searching for the terms “in:inbox unsubscribe” and “in:inbox team” (without the quotes) will enable you to get rid of a lot of the stuff that you actually wanted to subscribe to but never actually read. For many of us, this is the majority of our inbox.
Finish that up, then move on to it’s mirror, my exocortex: I use a combination of Evernote to archive useful info, ideas, inspirations, observations and reference material and Nozbe to parse it into a series of tasks to complete.
So, clean up Evernote and prune Nozbe. Sort the vitals, shovel the rest into the virtual burn pile. Light it up.
I’m feeling a little energetic breathing room. Now what? Hmm. Perhaps it’s time to remind myself of my “keys” or “bookmarks” of where I want my mind to be. Considering I’m feeling beat down recently, let’s start with Invictus. A good start. Now, something to get the blood up. How about some Brand New Day?
Hmm. Better. Gotta act quick before I’m immobilized again. Quick and dirty diagnosis: A combination of energy starvation, a bottleneck in the exocortex, and some genuine health concerns. The rest is a snowball effect from that.
Ok, so I already have a couple of processes in place to work on the health stuff so I remove it from my mental workspace. Bottleneck in the exocortex is mostly symptom but it starts from a seed, so need to make sure that seed never gets planted. Energy starvation: I already know I haven’t been meditating as much as I would like. I’ve viewed this that I’m not treating myself as well as I would like, but not crash-priority vital. Therefore, it got shelved and bumped to the back over time. This is not good.
So, time for reconstruction. The exocortex is ordered and operating. Gotta keep it that way. If my digital mental processes get filled with junk and sludge, is it any surprise the rest of my mind suffers? A regimen of making DARN sure that my inbox is empty, Evernote is sorted, and Nozbe is updated, and the whole thing is fed with ubiquitous capture. As for energy starvation, meditation is no longer considered to be a dear luxury. I just don’t operate well without it. I’ve come too far. Just as with the exocortex, I’m a more spiritual being than I ever have been. Is it any wonder that I suffer if the spiritual is not fed? Twice daily meditations, no excuses. In extreme circumstances, a brief meditation will be allowed, but not more than once in 48 hours.
I worry that my darling wife will be upset at the time I will be unavailable due to these new directives. I comfort myself that she would probably rather have a husband that is vital, active, and in good spirits as opposed to a husband that can barely scrape himself off the floor. (Before posting, my beautiful bride noticed that I was operating much better and was more than supportive of my initiatives. Life is good and she’s even better.)
I will return to writing my main site in about a month. Until then, I will get back in the habit of writing and reinforcing my new direction simultaneously by logging my progress here daily…. Did I really just write that? Yes. Much as I’m nervous about adding too much, I need some external accountability in order to make it all work. Sigh. This….is going to be interesting.
