At the end of August, I decided that it would be helpful to re-gig the August Greatist Challenge, continue it for the months to come as loving, supportive inspiration to my wife on her journey of recovery. In October, it was less a day-to-day set of lines to structure. It became more of an “open in case of emergency” situation. Having a shitty day? Check out the Greatist calendar and breathe five times. Work using you like a punching bag? Check out the Greatist calendar and name five things that make you happy right now.
Well, work has treated me like a punching bag for the last (insert what-I-wish-could-be-a-hyperbolic statement HERE [but it won’t be hyperbolic until there is care to remember that I am volunteering for the benefit of the school on a Saturday and that I asked for their blessing in stretching my professional limits for the benefit of my professional development]) and my back appears to be completely fucked either by lack-of-outlet stress or by working out to compensate for the stress, so I looked at the calendar and here are five things that make me happy right now:
#1: I am able to gloat about my grandfather, about the connection that he and I have right now.
#2: I have the means to be a little bit stupid. And the universe knows it will make me happy, so it went from 10% to 40% to 50%. Not making it any less stupid mind you, but somehow increasing the right-ness of it. In setting the stage ever-so-snuggly, the universe made it fit ever-so-snuggly. I can’t wait.
#3: As a supplement, being in the spirit of happy, of giving, of loving and caring (even for an hour), the parts of my brain that often go unused (because of the whole frosty workplace element), kicked into overdrive. It gave me a way to combine #1 and #2 that will be beautiful, amazing and loving. I can’t wait.
#4: Work sucks. To escape, I went to my brother/sister/mother-in-law’s house after work today. I was greeted at the door by my nephew, who’s initial reaction was to ask, “Are you staying for a visit?” I did. I didn’t because there were some ulterior motives. I didn’t because there were political gains to be made. I did because he enjoys the fact that I talk with him, at a level that is him, within his lines and colours, within his vivid. I did because he enjoys that I read to him, and yes, he and I get impatient, but it is beautiful that he wants to know and learn and be immersed in something. I did because he and I created love and amazing and beauty in that, because I get lost in that every time, because I got lost in that today.
#5: Work sucks. To escape, I went to my brother/sister/mother-in-law’s house after work today. I was greeted at the door by my nephew… no, this is not a repeat. This deserves its own spot. In sitting with my nephew, listening to him extolling the various Clash of Clans minutiae, my niece comes along. Dressed as a beautiful princess (are there any other types at the age of two?), she found her nook = good lord, does she ever act like my wife (even her nose mirrors the cuteness of my love’s scratching and “stop iiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttt” [AN ASIDE: I LOVE IT!!!])! Not only that, the loving side of this beautiful 831-day-old took her Mickey and Minnie dolls, made sure they were holding hands, snuggled them up to me, made sure they were holding hands, closed my arms around the three of them, made sure they were holding hands and found herself immersed in the comfy, began falling asleep. I got to notice that. I got to get lost in that.
#6 (because it’s been one of those mind-fuck days/weeks/fortnights/months/semesters): Even if the blackest parts of me don’t believe it (or the not-so-black parts of which the eating disordered, controlling blackness still has a hold), I can pass on the wisdom of my experiences to the next generation. Even if the blackness-soaked parts of me scream differently, I can prevent further blackness, further destruction, further disordered thinking, further body dysmorphia and anorexic masochism, further self-hatred through the wisdom gained after being blackened…
This means nothing
This means everything