6.30.2012

why your feelings don't matter (part 1)





(this is one part out of a 3 part series I’ve been working on…and while I’m certain that this information isn’t laid out as meticulously as I would like for it to be, it’s good enough)

I want to talk about “feelings”.

Now, before you click off this page as fast as you can let me also say…
I literally despise talking about “feelings”

(unless they are my own of course or at least when I feel justified in feeling them).

Let me back track a bit before I launch into this soap box of mine.

During my 20’s I was one hot emotional mess. I remember that my feelings dictated everything—I based all my decisions on whatever feelings I was having at that moment.

The funny this is that feelings change every minute. The way you feel right now is most likely not the way you’ll feel in a few hours—let alone a few days.
When I decided to change the course of my life (almost 3 years ago) the first thing I learned was that my feelings didn’t matter. And yes, it was a harsh reality. It’s based on this concept:

 “You largely feel the way you think”.

 So essentially what they were saying to me (“they” being an elusive term that consists of therapists, friends, etc) was that I had to change the way I thought because my perspective about life had gotten so skewed.

For example….

I was always paranoid that people didn’t like me…that I had done some irreparable damage that could never be set right again (so dramatic)

I really did care what you thought about me…and I based my self-worth largely on what I thought you thought about me

I thought that everyone thought badly of me (again, assuming everyone was thinking about me—all the time)

I was always trying to earn people’s love—going out of my way to be what I thought was “thoughtful”—always hosting parties, buying gifts, going over and above—not because I’m an altruistic person but because I wanted you to think that I was a self-less altruistic person

It was ridiculously hard for me to say the word “no”

I wouldn’t let go of things, situations, people, etc…even when they begged me to

I was the master at self-sabotaging myself and my life

So what happened?

(because if any of you know me in real life, at this juncture of my life, you will take note that I am almost the exact opposite of everything I just described)

What happened was that I started acting my way into right thinking…I didn’t feel my way into good behavior—it’s quite the opposite in fact.

And I didn’t even really realize the transformation until I started working with women, much like myself, that suffer with severely distorted perceptions about themselves and the way they view life…

One of the biggest reasons I know my thinking has changed (and thus my feelings) is because people don’t hurt my feelings anymore.

The hall-mark sign of a self-centered-life-based-on-emotion is:

people hurting your feelings

Yep. And you know we’ve all done it and continue to do it…”what you told me yesterday really hurt my feelings”…”I didn’t like the way that felt when you told me _______”, “I felt so left out—it really hurts my feelings when you act like that”…
When people use phrases like that to me, the first thing I want to say to them is…

Get over yourself”...

Yes, that’s a little harsh but it is also the reason you’re “feeling” so hurt….
The truth is that…

“People and things do not upset us, rather, we upset ourselves by believing they can upset us”—Albert Ellis

And of course there’s the famous Eleanor Roosevelt quote…



Which is exactly true. We give consent to every “feeling” we feel. Most of us do this unconsciously—but we can learn to do it consciously.

Why am I even talking about this?

Because most people believe they don’t have a choice in the way they feel. Most people believe that their “feelings” are valid enough to base decisions off of them.
This is false, unhealthy thinking and it leads to a life that is always contingent on those unhealthy feelings.

“We all feel, but many of us have unhealthy feelings much of the time, while others have largely healthy ones. No matter how honestly and strongly you feel your feelings, they aren’t holy; and some therapists have misled us in this respect. They hold that all authentic and intense feelings are “good.” Well, not exactly! That depends on your goals.”

You don’t have to live like that.

You do have a choice.


You can control your feelings…but first you have to learn to control your thoughts….

To be continued…

"Feelings are much like waves, we can't stop them from coming but we can choose which one to surf."

- Jonatan MÃ¥rtensson

6.25.2012

just another typical monday


Seeing as I woke up tired, I knew I was in for a real treat this Monday…

2 examples of everyday occurrences in my life:

First Story:

  When I got to class I do what I always do—dig in my back pack for at least 3 minutes making sure I have all the necessary ingredients for whatever class I’m in. What are those necessary ingredients?
·         The correct folder for that particular class
·         Making sure the correct hand-outs and/or home-work is in that folder (it is not uncommon for me to place pieces of paper in every single folder I have making it ridiculously impossible for me to actually keep all the pieces of paper I need for that one class in one place at one time)
·         At least 3 pens (and it is imperative that at least 2 of them are z4 rollar black bics—they are the only pens I will use when studying for a test and if they run out of ink, I halt my studying until I purchase new ones)





·         At least 4 different colored high-lighters
·         A full pack of gum (I chew 2 pieces of gum at a time—never 1. And when the flavor runs out, I spit them into a wad of paper and open two new pieces of gum. Some class periods I go through 10 pieces of gum)
Keep in mind that the above routine happens after I’ve taken my ADHD medication.
Here is a sample of what my notes look like:




Anyway..back to the story…

Before class it is common for some of our officers to make announcements concerning school related (and un-school related) activities—and about once a week a card is passed around (usually for birthdays) until it has all 37 of our signatures. This has become so common that  sometimes all the time  I don’t even pay attention to whose birthday it is or why we’re signing the card—I just sign it.

This particular class period, our classmate, Tyler, made the announcement that his wife, Kenley, had passed her OT boards! (yes, we have a husband and wife duo team in our department and they are just about the most perfect little OT couple that ever existed). We all cheered with delight for Kenley (who was in the class above ours) and when the cheering calmed down and class began, I noticed a card being passed around (as usual). When it got to me I signed my usual signature (JNanney) and then in all caps (because I do love Kenley) I wrote YOU GO GIRL!
It was only then that my neighbor (Sally) looked at me with big eyes and whispered, “That’s for our teacher, Mrs. Robin, who has Crohn's disese!!!!!”

I can only imagine what Robin would have thought when she opened her sympathy card to see in all caps, “YOU GO GIRL”.
(luckily I scratched it out and to the side wrote, “I hope you feel better soon”…but there was a huge part of the card that was scribbled out).

Second story:

I ended up staying at school today until 5pm working on my presentation that will be given in the morning (on Diabetic Neuropathy and Foot Care—just in case you were wondering). This will be my first power point presentation ever. Well, not ever..but this is the first power point I have ever made (by myself). When I left school at 5pm, I decided to walk to my car at the Stadium. It’s about a mile jaunt (just to put it in perspective)….so….i was walking along the side walk and I heard someone yell, “Hey Nanney, who are you talking to?” I glanced up and saw Teddy (Sally’s boyfriend…also a Med school student) smiling in his truck as he drove past me. It was in that moment that I realized that I had been, indeed, talking to myself OUTLOUD, for probably the past 10 minutes.

I quickly blurted out, “oh hey! I’m just going over my to-do list in my head—except I think it’s coming out of my mouth”….

YEP. Just a typical Monday for this girl.


6.03.2012

blessing of the fleet




Yesterday Malcolm and I had the privilege of attending (my very first) blessing of the fleet at the Jackson Yacht Club at the Reservoir.

“What the heck does that mean?” you might be asking (or you might not be if you’re Catholic or Episcopal or a member of a yacht club)?

The Blessing of the Fleet is a tradition that began centuries ago in Mediterranean fishing communities. The practice is predominantly Catholic and a blessing from the local priest was meant to ensure a safe and bountiful season. However, there are numerous instances where the "Blessing" was initiated by an Episcopalian minister.



The very lovely Rev. Kyle Dice Seage of St. Philip's Episcopal Church blessed each boat as they breezed past in the water.

It was an absolutely gorgeous day out on the water and on top of the fact that I can now say I’ve attended a ‘blessing of the fleet’, I can also say I thoroughly enjoyed myself and had a blast.






But then again, it’s hard not to have a blast when you’re with Malcolm.



For more pictures, see Jim Albritton’s page