Monday, 5 September 2016

Round 3, day 355: rambly post about NOT crashing headlong into crisis!

Hi blog world. Sorry I've been silent for such a long time. I've been in an odd patch, hunkered down thinking things through, and I seem to have needed to do that thinking away from talking with others.

First, don't worry, I'm not drinking. I say that just in case anyone is following and reads into a long silence that I might have slipped back to that. And I have no plan to drink, no desire to. Before when I drank again after long stretches sober, I spent some time thinking about how I was deluded about being sober, or hating the whole sober thing, that kind of thing. If you've been sober for a while or if you follow sober blogs, you know that lots of people go through that once in a while and drinking isn't the answer. But that's not what 's going on here.

Instead, I think I'm getting to the part of being sober where I realize I need to make some changes, and I need to do some more of what is probably called "working on myself," or anyway, taking care of myself. It's been a rough summer. My mother died -- and thanks for kind comments about this on my last post, which I very much appreciated but couldn't bring myself to answer. Mom's death was expected, and I'm doing OK with coping. Still, it's the end of a long, difficult process, losing my mom to dementia after a lifetime of dealing with the vibrant, intelligent, difficult person she was. So there's that.

Also, I've been struggling to figure out what I'm doing with my life, in particular with my academic work. I've talked about this here so many times I'm sure it's getting dull, and I still don't feel all that coherent about it, though I'm getting there. As it stands now, I've decided not to continue with pursuing a PhD in what I've been studying once my MA is complete, though preparing for a PhD is very much the main purpose of my MA program. Instead, I've been accepted into a library science program that starts in January, and I've decided to do that. So after more than 15 years of working in libraries/bookstores/publishing in one way or another, I've decided to train as a librarian. Now I feel compelled to say it's not the calm and peaceful quiet job people think when they think of the cardigan-wearing, glasses and hair-in-a-bun lady they remember from childhood libraries. I think there are lots of dynamic, interesting things I might be able to do with the degree. I think I wrote about this a while back, but since then I've done a fair amount of waffling (PhD? librarian? quit everything and move to a small town? just quit everything?) Now I've made a commitment to the program. Hooray for commitment! It means I have to finish my thesis and get it defended some time in the next few months. But it feels good to have made a decision I can stick with.

The even bigger issue, in which all this is nested, is that I see how important it is to find ways to stay connected to myself. Since I've started this blog (three years ago!) I've written over and over about finding my own way and finding my own voice. It's something that plagues me. On the one hand, in my life I come off as a strong, independent-minded woman who has no trouble speaking her own mind. And that's true, in part. But I find myself susceptible to losing my way, getting swallowed up by trying to figure out how the world works, and in doing so losing touch with what is matters most to me in that process. I think the academic world in which I've been immersed isn't so good at supporting people. In that world, I'm good at academics, and that's what counts. But though I started out keeping myself firmly planted in a healthy, day-to-day life, as I've got busier I've lost track of doing the things that support me as me. I don't cycle as often (in part because my husband's accident last summer means he can't cycle as much, but it's not just that.) I don't walk outdoors as often. I don't revel in the small moments of silence that keep me going. But more importantly, I've lost tough with how to connect what I'm doing day to day with a deeper source of meaning in my life. Starting last summer, I've been trying to speak with my supervisor about this, but those have been tough conversations. He ends up thinking I'm being critical of the work he's done, or even the way he's lived, and then the focus of the conversation shifts to me reassuring him that that's not what I'm saying instead of exploring how to stay connected to a world of meaning. I just end of feeling bad about needing to find meaning in my work, and then feeling like I'm alienating someone I've had a good connection with on top of all that. That's no fun, and it hasn't served me very well. I see that now.

In a way, I've been here before. Over the years, I have been swallowed up by the world, and eventually crashed into massive depressions. Once that happens, the world lets you go. If all you can do is sleep and cry, no one asks too much of you. At that point, you have all the time in the world you need to find your way to yourself, except you have no strength to do that with for quite some time. When I got sober (each of the THREE times I've done that! ack!) I did it by retreating into a quieter, more nurturing world. I slept well and ate well and walked/ran/cycled plenty. I treated myself like I was a living thing that needed care in order to stay alive, like I would treat a major depression. I know what works for me in that kind of crisis. After a while though, I felt better, and I got myself back to getting schoolwork done, writing papers and going to conferences and all that stuff. And I like that world. At the risk of outing myself as an even bigger nerd than you all know I am, I find academic conferences exciting! People getting together, stepping away from their day to day lives to talk about what they are thinking about and working on. But I have not been able to find a way to make the academic project sustaining for me. I feel like my studies have morphed into an area that's critical of some things that need to be criticized, but what I want to do is be part of the active world of living, not the stepping back world of criticism. I think people can do both. But I have not found a way to do so. And without being immersed in the active world of living, with all the messy hopes and sorrows that that world entails, I just dry up.

I think that's the best way of describing what's been happening to me over the past year or so. In my personal life, I'm happy. I love my husband, and I love our life together. But to follow this academic path, we've been considering moving to a bigger city in a less hospitable climate, farther away from his family and the ocean and mountains we love. And I've been feeling quite torn by it all. At the same time, I've been getting sick more often, and having spells of depression that are getting worse and closer together. I know what I might be heading into if I don't make some life changes, and it's been scaring me, but I haven't known what to do, what changes to make.

I don't think life has to be so hard. If everything looks super difficult, maybe there's another way. I've figured that out before. So recently, I've been trying to see what the easier way is. One thing I've been doing is noticing what I like doing and what I don't. What brings me joy, what doesn't. And trying to imagine a life that has more joy in it, without trying to ignore the inevitable pain and suffering that's in the world.

My answers have surprised me, though they might not surprise people close to me. I want to stay where I am. Same city, same apartment, for now. Same field I worked in before returning to university, though I'll be changed by what I've learned there. I want to write more. Blog more. Maybe take up a different kind of writing project again, rather than the academic writing I've been doing (or avoiding doing this summer.) I want to go outside more. Walk in the evenings with my husband. Do more hot yoga! (Ok that one's a big surprise to me, but I just started it and I love it. Oh, the joy of the hot room, and sweating!) I want to read novels, read mysteries, read poetry. I want to reread Rebecca Solnit and Thich Nhat Hanh and all those people who inspire me, and  figure out how to live an engaged life, one that engages me with the world, one that sustains me and contributes to the world.

So I'm going to write a serviceable thesis and defend it, pronto. And in January, I start a different kind of school program, the MLIS, which is geared to working with projects and people in a way that I can connect to differently than my academic work has allowed. I'm almost one year sober this time around, and I think I'm looking at the kind of personal life changes that I need to make to sustain being sober. No, that's not quite it. I'm seeing that there are things I can do to help myself live more fully and joyfully, and being sober helps me see that way. Avoiding seeing them is easier when you drink, but that's something I don't do any more, and I never plan to do again.

I'm a bit under the weather this week with yet another of the mild illnesses that have been knocking me sideways as I've struggled with  all this. But I feel filled with hope, and I think I am onto a solid way out of what I believe would otherwise end of in another of the kind of crash I never want to see again.  I expect I'll have more to say on this later, but for now I think I'll get out of my big yellow chair and go outdoors for a walk.

If you're still around after the long gap between my posts and then this long and possibly tortured post, thanks very much. As always, I am grateful for your company as we all figure out how to live. Peace and joy to you.


  1. Hi Thirsty!
    I am still here!
    All I know is that the teaching/academic world made it hard to take care of myself. It asked more and more of me, and although I too loved it, I just couldn't see how to keep up with the demands and go for walks, etc. I was so tired.
    I love that you are going to be a library lady!
    You are right, it is a dynamic field!
    I am so happy you are going to go for walks. So funny, I too have not been taking myself for walks, either!
    I wish you a wonderful week, filled with sunsets, hugs, and joy!

    1. Hi Wendy! Thanks for being here. It's a good reminder that you've been through some similar changes. I think we're on the right path. Now you need to get out there and walk! And so do I. Wishing you a wonderful week, too. xo

  2. I think you answered all your own questions in a beautiful, eloquent way! I think sometimes we get so immersed in our worlds, that we forget to look up and connect with the rest of humanity. I like the way that you see being sober as the "means to an end" rather than "the end"...and I think (my humble opinion) is that is the main reason why so many people stumble. They see "Sober" on a glowing neon sign, and then it's..."Oh, now what?". (Btw, your supervisor sounds like a bit of dick, if you don't mind me saying). Glad to have you back, xx

    1. Thanks, Jackie. I agree, it's easy to lose touch with the world, though that's what matters. And yes, life is the point, not just not drinking. I think that was part of why I didn't stay sober on my previous sober stints. Thanks for being here. I really appreciate your support! (And I don't mind your colour commentary, either.) xo

  3. Hi! I'm still here and happy to hear how you're doing! :)

  4. Hi Thirsty, I so admire you for going back to school and doing new things. Sometimes I think I'd love to change to change careers, but at this late stage of my life I have no idea what I would do instead. I always love your posts. So introspective and self aware. I am trying to be more like that. I'm glad you have come to a decision about what you are going to do. I think staying where you are is the right decision for you. You sound happy there. Lovely to have you back. A x

    1. Hi Angie. Thanks for the vote of confidence. I really do appreciate your kind words. Going back to school has started to look a little crazy at times, but I think it's been an important part of me getting sober, and it's good to be reminded that it's a good thing to have done. Really nice to hear from you! xo

  5. I'm glad to hear from you.
    It sounds like you have chosen an interesting path for yourself. That's awesome.
    The depressions are scary. Amp up the self care, the vitamin D. Make sure to stay hydrated...I love hot yoga too, but it can be depleting. Extra salt, potassium and magnesium before bed! Seriously!

    Keep writing. I'm interested in knowing what library scientists do...and I often think about running away to love in a small town! Would life be easier? It's hard to say!

    Stillness and peace

    1. Thanks, Anne. I do feel happy to have made a choice. Thanks for the encouragement.

      Re the supplements: I already take magnesium citrate and use seal salt, and the hot yoga I'm doing isn't the super strenuous kind so I am thinking I'm OK on supplements. (I looked up potassium supplements but got lost in the details, so I'm hoping my diet is enough for that.) I'll keep an eye on whether I'm super tired, but so far it's good.

      I think I might really NOT like small town life. I didn't when I grew up in a small place. I think learning to disentangle myself from what others think of me is what I need to do, and once I do that I'll be able to cope with wherever I end up. Nice to hear from you! I hope you're doing well back in Fort Mac. xo