No we don’t have any questions! Our brains are all on drugs! Why am I yelling at you!? This is how my husband sends me texts! Everything has an exclamation point behind it!
Gotta love him, though. He goes out and buys me my Ben and Jerry’s Pistachio Pistachio ice cream when I want, and/or NEED it (you know the feeling, don’t lie). He went to three different stores once because they were all out at the other two. What a guy. As he’ll tell you himself, “give, give, give, never take.” He loves to say that to me.
Because I am so technologically impaired, I had written you guys, my mental health group, a LOOONG post right before this. I swear to you, it took me an hour to write it, only to discover that the only part that came out was the “This is my brain lately” part because I had made the picture too big, and there was no room for words. ACCKK! I did, however learn how to edit a picture afterwards, which is cool because I used to never know how to make something 400 pixels by 800 pixels or whatever. Now I THINK I do. I resized the brain, at any rate. Wouldn’t it be great if we could all resize our brains with just a curser, a few keystrokes, and the “enter” button?
I wanted to show you how my brain feels most of the time lately. I’ve been doing some serious learning in the past year (no, still can’t do the technological stuff), and my brain feels like that picture. I’m getting so senile in my old age that I can’t remember anything, so it sticks, like jewels, studded through my brain. The stuff is up there, I just gotta take a lot of notes if you know what I’m saying. Hell, I don’t know what I’m saying.
Anyway, there’s a nice picture of my brain on drugs, and too much learning. And they’re not even the good drugs. There the ones that keep me nice and stable (so you don’t have to hide your butcher knives when I drop by for coffee), but make me feel dumb as a rock when it comes to remembering anything without copious notes or constant repetition.
I wanted to write and say that I’m sorry I’ve been only writing about pets lately, and haven’t had time for us bat-shit crazy people.
My copywriting niche is the pet industry, thus the pets.
In my marathon post which never posted, I gave you all a lecture on taking tiny, little steps towards your goals. These tiny, little steps compound over time. Even if you think you can’t possibly move an inch off the couch, and there’s a thin line of drool going from your lip to your pillow, I say (and it’s important you be on your meds for this), I say to do one little tiny thing. Sometimes it helps to write the tiny thing down the night before.
They say that big doors swing on small hinges, and if you take a tiny step each day toward your goal, before you know it, there it will be, just as done as the steaks my mother used to cook in the oven. No, not under the broiler, just in the oven. My point is, you will have accomplished your goal.
And if you continue to make that list (even if it’s only one thing) and do that one thing, a tiny thing, every day (except weekends and holidays), it will become a habit. Like, for instance, I make myself come into my office every day and do one tiny thing, like read one page of a book, or email five contacts (that one is harder), or delete six pieces of email…the point is that I show up.
I show up. My butt is in this computer chair, and before you know it, Bob’s your ex-husband (yes I know it’s supposed to be Bob’s your Uncle, I just happen to have an ex-husband named Bob), anyway before you know it, you might be taking two tiny steps a day and writing them on your goal sheet the night before because you know you can do it. Even if you don’t get both things done, you showed up. And let me tell you, there is something primally satisfying about putting a simple check mark next to the things on your list and mark them as done. Even if you never make it past the one tiny step a day, Jeff Olsen of “The Slight Edge: Turning Simple Disciplines Into Massive Success And Happiness,” says that consistently repeated daily actions + time = unconquerable results, and one of the keys is simplicity. You don’t have to reinvent the wheel. Simple. Small. Easy.
Then a strange thing happens. Taking one tiny step a day toward your goal becomes a habit. Before long, your goal is finished, and you’ve established a new habit – showing up in your own life. Then you choose a new goal. Lather, rinse, repeat.
The habit I’m trying to get into now is writing every day. This is a hard one for me. I’ve taken tiny steps towards many things in the last year, and actually achieved some significant accomplishments, but for some reason, I put off the writing. I guess that’s because I’m supposed to be a writer, and we are our own worst enemies.
But I’m going to do it. In some way, shape or form, I’m going to do it. Even if it’s only writing one sentence a day, every day until a story idea pulls together, or a blog post pops up out of nowhere. Tiny steps repeated every day will bring me unconquerable results. I know it because I’ve experienced it in the last year.
Being bi-polar (I love being bi-polar…I hate being bi-polar!) I have to work on the up cycles, because the tiny steps get tinier on the down cycles. But notice how I’m still doing the steps? Last night I was supposed to contact five people and clean out my email in box. Uh, uh. One step too many. I’ve got over 1000 emails in my inbox right now and it frightens me every time I open up my mail program. The mail just won’t stop coming!
But I did seven contacts, put links on my website for two writing samples, and posted an article on LinkedIn…all because I got my butt in this chair. So who cares about the mail? It can wait. I actually accomplished the important thing I had to do (my contacts) and did blog/writing sample stuff as well. Whipped cream and a cherry on the top, as far as I’m concerned.
Tiny steps, people. Lets eat that elephant one nibble at a time. It’s shocking how those tiny, habitual steps grow exponentially over time.
Try this, this week, replace one negative thought a day with a positive thought. That’s this week’s lesson. Don’t try to do everything at once or you’ll get overwhelmed and huddle in a corner of your couch clutching a pillow (oh wait, that’s me), and getting nothing done. Overwhelm = frozen = nothing gets done.
Instead, go fold socks for five minutes a day because the clean laundry is piling up and you can’t bring yourself to fold it all. Then when you’ve finished with the socks, and who cares that it took two days, then fold shirts for five minutes a day. You’ll be surprised by how much satisfaction you’ll feel.
Remember I love you all. I’ve felt and feel most of your pains. I care.
I’m not a Dr., so if you feel like you’re going to hurt yourself or others, PLEASE call 911 and ask for help.
On one of these blog posts I’ll tell you about my trip to crazy-town on the short bus, but that’s for another day.
Until next time ladies and gents, march to the tiny beat of your own itty bitty whacked out drummer, and keep nibbling away at that elephant.
PS: I just got a letter from my psychiatrist who deems it necessary that my 83 pound Great Pyrenees be my support animal. That means she’s no longer a pet dog (although I do have to get her registered online with the letter first), she’s my emotional support animal. Property management people and Homeowner’s Associations can’t say she’s too big for the house any more when we try to get a rental, because she’s not considered a pet dog, she’s considered a Support animal, and as such I need her for my emotional support. She can even go on airplanes with me. Try stowing THAT under the seat in front of you.
Go to the National Service Animal Registry online and click on the pertinent links for whatever type of Service or Support animal you need. There are Therapy Dogs that work in hospitals, Emotional Support Animals (it can even be a bunny if you get the proper documentation from your psychiatrist), and Service Animals which are the ones who are highly trained, like seeing eye dogs, and dogs that go everywhere with Vets with PTSD. They’re at www.nsarco.com, or if you’re a Vet with PTSD, Google “Pets for Vets” and see where your nearest chapter is. They’ll set you up.
If you need it, do it now or you’ll keep putting it off. That’s it for now. Cheers everyone, and remember, If you feel like you’re going to hurt yourself or others, call 911 and ask for help. Those three tiny numbers and your voice asking for help, will lead to massively unconquerable results.