Dear Bloggers,
What if you became the victim
of a manipulator on your job. If your manager is one of those kind of
bosses what would you do if he picked you as his victim.
Loads of
people would flea and others will pick up the fight. But fighting is
difficult and it might take more than you ever could imagine. My wife
has always been someone who wasn't scared to tell you if there was
something wrong work wise and you had a tough time when she was sure
that she was right.
She could be pretty much point out were the
problem was. She lost the three year long battle against two managers
and has ended up with a mental state of mind as the last one did
every thing in his power to make the kill and that she would leave
without any hassle. I am pretty impressed that these people get that
much freedom from the higher management to do that much damage to a
happy personality (I've seen people that were that much destroyed as
they had been captured and tortured by kidnapping something that you
could expect.)
I
am often asked how a person can get to each other through the process
of picking up the pieces and overcoming the scars of an abusive or
manipulative workplace once they finally found the courage to end it.
In fact, I’ve been asked
several times to consider writing a book, on this topic alone. It
seems that dysfunctional work relationship survivors often experience
some unique kinds of emotional and mental turmoil. And although I’ve
written about the fundamental ways these individuals can empower
themselves and start over, I haven’t written very much on the kinds
of things they typically experience as they’re trying to heal their
wounds and put their lives back together.
Most families fall apart
after the abuse as the partners can't cope anymore. The one that has
been victimized has trouble to trust people including their own
spouse and children. It is a bumpy road to get your life back on
track.
Many people have told me
about how hard it was for them to stop blaming themselves and
engaging in a lot of self-doubt and reproach. ”How could I have
been so blind…. or so stupid, or why didn't I walk away from this?”
they ask themselves. It’s difficult for them to reconcile the way
they saw things in the days before their toxic relationship and the
way they have come to view things since their painful experience.
They sometimes question their rationality as well as their sanity.
But the truth of the matter
is that while they might indeed have had some personality
characteristics of their own that made them particularly naive and
vulnerable (most of us do), the fact is that covert-aggressors are
generally quite skilled at what they do, and the more seriously
character disturbed social predators among us (i.e. the
psychopaths/sociopaths) are extremely astute and talented when it
comes to the “art of the con.” And in their very nature,
manipulation tactics are often hard to see until after the fact.
Besides, it’s relatively
pointless to play the self-blame game. Lovingly reckoning with your
vulnerabilities and vowing to become a stronger, better person in the
aftermath of a troubled workrelationship is one thing, but doing an
emotional hatchet-job on yourself just because you happened to fall
prey to a good con artist is quite another.
And after years of being
manipulated it’s easy to get into the habit of doubting yourself.
This can be an even bigger problem if you tried counseling the
manipulator at some point and the disturbed character who is wanting
the ultimate power managed to con the therapist as well. Still, as
hard as it might be, the one of the most important tasks for any
“recovering” person has before them is to end the destructive
cycle of self-doubt and blame.
Some folks have a lot of
anger to deal with after their abusive relationship is finally over.
They can harbor resentment that their former abuser seemed to “get
away with” being such a Son of a gun while they (and perhaps their
children as well) had to pay all the prices involved. To make matters
worse, some possessive controllers as in my spouse her case do their
best to make the ordeal of manipulating their husband as well which
might lead to separation or divorce and make their live like a
living hell on those who have finally had enough and found the
courage to walk away. And the collateral damage that can be done to
otherwise healthy relationships with others who might possibly have
been sources of support can also make a survivor angry, bitter, and
resentful.
For the reasons mentioned
above as well as some very important others, especially for purposes
of healthy information-sharing, I’d like to invite all of the
readers who can identify themselves with these issues to comment on
the various things they might have gone through when ending a job or
even worse a relationship with a manipulator or other
character-disturbed person and trying to start a new life.
And I’ll
might be writing some more on this topic in the coming months.
The Old Sailor,
February 18, 2015
January 23, 2015
Looking for the "One" is useless
Dear Bloggers,
The feeling of being in love is the best. When you meet someone and have that instant spark. You hit it off right from the start and get butterflies in your stomach every time you see them. When hours of being together feel like minutes. When you can get an hour of sleep and still feel high on life the next day. Not to mention the blissful feeling of certainty when we feel like you’ve met “the one” (finally!). You start fantasizing about the future together and are convinced that the other person is on the same page you are. It went on for weeks and in your opinion life couldn't get any better.
And then it ended.
And you were not only heartbroken, but shocked because it seemed so right and you don’t understand what went wrong.
Contrary to what romantic comedies made us believe, this is actually fairly common and not necessarily a bad thing.
I know that is not comforting if you are in the pain of a break-up, but stay with me because understanding why the one you thought was going to be forever ended may offer you some relief.
What I have seen over and over again with friends is that they meet someone who has all the qualities that they have dreamed about, and they are so happy when they are with that person. And then the relationship ends often in a very abrupt way or because of uncontrollable or unchangeable circumstances. It almost feels like the person is literally being taken away. Well they kind of are – and for a good reason, even if it doesn’t feel like it.
Why does a relationship that feels so right end? So that you can truly see what is so amazingly “right” about you.
I’ll explain…
Just as people are here to teach us where we have judgments and unresolved issues, they are also here to illuminate what is so amazing about ourselves that we are not acknowledging, owning and experiencing. If you have been with someone you thought was the one, you probably found certain qualities about him or her incredibly attractive. You also may have said, “She brought out the best in me!” Exactly. He or she did bring out the best of you, but it’s your job to keep it going. They fulfilled their spiritual agreement with you by attracting you with their awesome qualities to reflect to you what you are not seeing about yourself. And by triggering the best inside of you so you could have the experience of your awesomeness. But it wasn’t their job to stay.
When she was around I felt beautiful and confident. She consistently told me that and she did things that made me feel that way. I loved her so much and treated her with love, respect and kindness. Now that she was gone, my confidence has tumbled to it's lowest point ever. and I was desperately attempting to figure out what I did wrong.
She did not do anything wrong (and neither did you if you were can relate to any part of her story). Sometimes the Universe sometimes “reassigns” a person to support you in fully integrating what they were reflecting inside of you, and to protect you from a co-dependent relationship. For example, if you were really attracted to their creativity or drive, one of their gifts to you was to inspire you to reconnect with your creativity or drive.
Or as in my case, before our relationship I never felt really beautiful and had very little self-confidence. I just filled a void that had been empty for nearly 5 years. In order for her to fully step into her own beauty and confidence she is now faced with the opportunity to fill the void herself.
We cannot see in another what we don’t have inside ourselves. If you feel like the person brought out a quality of yours like creativity, you are incorrect. They merely triggered what has been sleeping inside of you. No one else can make us do anything that we aren’t already. If the person were still there, you would not be as motivated to be the things you miss about them or the version of you that you were with them.
Remember no one is the “one” because everyone is the one. Every single person you have a relationship with (and I don’t just mean that romantically) is a soul mate because they are teaching you soul lessons. We all are mirrors and teachers for each other to learn our life and write new pages in our book of life.
I understand that nothing feels quite as devastating as not being able to be with the one you thought she or he was the “one.” What would be devastating is never truly integrating the amazing qualities you saw or experienced with or in that other person. You were not rejected, their future was just reassigned.
The purpose of any relationship is for our learning and to grow in love. Both for another and for ourselves. It is not necessarily to be together forever, as this is not realistic as some lose the love of their live due to an accident or a terrible disease. It should make us happy, or fulfill any void in our lives. I encourage you to move through the pain that you have and get to the purpose of your relationship. Begin to see how it served you and learn something from it.
Trust that although the physical presence of a person may not be there anymore, the qualities you loved about them belong to you. What you love about them is still inside of you.
You bring out the best in you. It’s there. Stop looking for it in the eyes or arms of another. And when you bring out the best in you then you will be able to share it with someone who brings out the best in themselves, too.
No more wondering if someone else is the “one”. You are the one you have been looking for.
The Old Sailor,
December 22, 2014
An old fairy tale in a modern jacket
Dear Bloggers,
During the my wanderings through my funny mind.
I wanted to put an old fairy tale into a modern form.
Everyone knows the sad story of the girl with the matches.
As a young bloke this story made me cry and I realized that not everyone is
that lucky in this life, some have to live under harsh conditions
This is my version of it. I wish everyone a warm and loving Christmas time.
It
was a frigid cold night outside on the streets of downtown Groningen
City, the coldest night of the year in fact. It was Christmas Eve and
all along the littered and paved road were buildings with warm glows
coming from the windows of the apartment buildings. Everyone was
happily celebrating the Christmas spirit with glasses of brandy or a
beer and a typical Christmas movie on their televisions. The snow
fell down fast and thick, blanketing the sidewalks in a soft but
chill powder. The snow ploughs would have quite a job clearing all
the walkways and roads in the morning.
A
public service bus emblazoned with Groningens famous grey and red
dotted pattern managed to find a vacant spot along the side of the
busy street and parallel parked, coming to a stop. The back passenger
door opened and a man in a dark trench coat and dark hat shoved a
young girl onto the unploughed sidewalk. The bloke threw a box at
her, revealing quite a large stock of packaged cigarettes. “Now, I
don’t wanna see you back on my doorstep until every last pack of
smokes has been sold, you got that kid?” the owner of the hat
yelled harshly. The girl sighed and shivered as the wind tore through
her thin jacket and ragged jeans.
“Yeah,
alright! I’ll sell ‘em!” she snapped back, thoroughly irritated
with her big brother doing this to her again. He had sent her out in
the frigid cold every night this week to sell those disgusting
cigarettes his buddies smuggled in from other countries. She had
gotten quite ill from her late-night job and even now, her eyes were
streaming and her nose was dripping terribly. Her lungs felt about
three sizes too small for her body and every now and then, she would
be plagued with a wracking cough that left her gasping for air.
Of
course, her brother would not take her to the hospital. He didn’t
want to waste his precious money that she earned for him on something
as trivial and unimportant as medical care. The
bus slowly took off again and got out of sight again, leaving the
sick young girl of about twelve years by herself on the streets of
Groningen City.
She
wore no gloves and her sneakers had holes in them that allowed the
snow to soak through and freeze her toes. Her jacket was too ragged
and thin to wear in March, let alone late December. Pulling the thin
fabric tighter around her scarf-less neck, she put her head down and
trudged her way through the bitter cold snow, being jostled back and
forth by busy Groningers who were in too much of a hurry to notice
her.
Finding
a rather busy intersection, with bustling traffic all around her, the
girl decided to advertise the cigarettes there. Placing the box in
front of her on the ground and pulling out a brightly coloured,
freshly wrapped package, she cleared her aching throat and shouted
out. “Get your cigarettes here! Fresh, smooth cigarettes with a new
mint flavour! Only three fifty a pack! A great low price!” she
yelled out, displaying the carton as high up as she could to grab
people’s attention. A few passing folks bought a package or two,
but most just turned their heads and kept walking without a word. She
had only sold four packages of cigarettes and needed to sell the
entire box full before returning to her brother.
A
bout of severe coughing caught the young girl by surprise. Doubled
over, she hacked and spluttered until she thought she may vomit right
there on the pavement. Luckily, the feeling passed although she was
left gasping for breath, hands on her knees at the intersection. Of
course, the bustling Groningers walking past paid no attention to
her. The suffering of a little girl was no concern of theirs.
Wiping
her runny eyes that were now mixed with hot, salty tears, the girl
shook her head to shake the snow out of her hair. “Forget this!
This is dumb!” she muttered to herself angrily, giving the box of
cigarettes a good kick, leaving a sizable dent in the soggy
cardboard. Picking up the box and continuing to walk down the street,
she had to bite her lip to stop from crying out in pain. She was so
cold she couldn’t feel her toes or her fingers and she was aching
all over from the beating her brother had given her the day before
for coming home with no profit.
“Psst!
Hey, kid! You got some smokes there?” the voice of a homeless man
wafted out from an alley. The young girl was not afraid of street
people. Most of them were usually kind enough to spare an encouraging
word or a few extra scraps of food when she made her rounds. She
nodded and stepped forward. “Yeah, but I can’t give ‘em to you
for free or else my brother will beat me,” she told him
apologetically. The homeless man waved a hand as if to brush off her
words.
“Ah,
that’s okay kid. I got some matches though. Care to trade a pack of
smokes for some matches?” he asked, pulling out a small handful.
The girl was about to apologize once more and say that her brother
would hit her for trading any of the cigarettes when a thought struck
her. The matches would provide some kind of warmth for her numb
fingers. Unable to resist, the girl eagerly nodded and traded the
homeless man for the matches. “Thanks, kid. You’re alright,”
the man complimented her, walking away with his new treasure.
Taking
the man’s place in the dark alley, the girl struck one of the
matches against the rough brick of the building beside her.
Thankfully, the match wasn’t wet and a small fire glowed brightly
in front of her eyes. Looking up, the young girl witnessed the most
amazing sight. Before her lay her old living room from when her
mother had been alive, decorated lavishly for the holidays. A
gleaming pine tree covered in twinkling lights and tinsel shone
magnificently and presents were laid underneath, covered in festive
wrapping paper as a roaring fire spread its warmth throughout the
room. As the girl reached out to touch her surroundings, the flame of
the match flickered and died out; leaving her once again in one of
Groningen City’s many dark and frighteningly cold alleys.
With
a cry of fear she desperately struck another match. This time, she
was in her old dining room, also decorated for Christmas and the
table groaning under the weight of all the delicious food upon it.
Roasted turkey with cranberry sauce and gravy, mashed potatoes, wine
and eggnog all freshly made by her mother. The scent made the girl’s
mouth water, but again the vision did not last and with the death of
the match’s flame, came reality once more.
Just
one more… the girl thought to herself hopefully, again striking a
third match. Rather than seeing visions of her old home with food and
decorations made by her deceased mother, she saw her mother before
her. She was alive and well, looking healthy and jubilant. She smiled
warmly at her daughter, holding her arms out to embrace her. Sobbing
with joy, the girl frantically lit the rest of the matches she had,
not wanting the image of her mother to fade away like the others had.
“Mom! Mom, take me with you! Don’t leave me again, mom!” she
wept.
“Come.
I’m taking you with me, where you will never be sad or cold or
hungry again. We will be together forever,” her mother’s sweet,
gentle voice called out calmly to her. Smiling through her tears, the
girl ran into her mother’s arms and they were floating higher and
higher. As they ascended, the young girl could feel all her sadness,
loneliness, hunger, and cold fade away, leaving her in a state of
bliss as she embraced her mother. She would never feel these things
again.
The
morning rush hour traffic on the first day after Christmas was
brought to a standstill as police tape surrounded a snowy alley. A
female officer leaned over the body of a little girl, surrounded by
lit matches and a box of cigarettes nearby. She cleared her throat
and spoke into the walkie-talkie attached to her breast pocket. “We
seem to have a Jane Doe here, approximately ten to thirteen years
old; seems like she froze to death last night. We’ll have her at
the coroner’s by midday. Over,” she told another officer. The
officer sighed and shook her head. “Poor kid. Probably she was just
trying to keep herself warm.”
but somewhere up there waiting for us. And when our time has come
to exchange the earthly to the afterlife.
Whatever you believe and no matter who you are.
Just remember Love conquers all.
The Old Sailor,
December 4, 2014
Racing Cars and Freight Trucks in my body
Dear Bloggers,
My ups and downs have been
a little more up and down of late (read for most of this year,
it's still nearly Christmas, right?). Not exactly disastrous, but
I've not really managed to ever get things into any kind of groove
for more than a week at a time. A bit wearying to say the least. Yes
my brain exists best by complete chaos.
Part of me knows the
best way to improve things is to go back to basics and do some
fasting basal tests and tweak my basal profiles based on actual
information rather than the (un)educated guesswork I've been
relying on for a while. Another part of me is having enormous
difficulty summoning up any enthusiasm, since I know that the
holidays are coming and I'm likely to stop going to the gym for a
couple of months which will have a knock-on effect in itself.
So I'm spending my time grumbling and hurrumphing instead (my family are so lucky!). The old nagger is coming to town and no it is not Santa, it's Santabetes
On the plus side it does give me a
chance to jot down this analogy that I've been meaning to for some
time. It's something that usually strikes me when my blood glucose
levels are a bit errant, and Victoza and food are just not playing
nicely.
When it comes to trying to balance the effects of food and Victoza on blood glucose levels (well and everything else.. but specifically food and Victoza), one thing that makes it very tricky is the difference in the speed of action of carbohydrate and Victoza. It's not enough to accurately match the dose of Victoza to the amount of carbohydrate you are eating - you have to try to ensure that the two act more or less together to reduce blood glucose wobbliness (technical term).
Almost all carbohydrate is very
much in the Formule1 car class. Fans of glycaemic index tables (GI)
might agonise over whether something is high GI, medium GI or low GI,
but in my experience the differences equate to something being
'almost instantaneous', 'really very fast indeed' or only 'very
fast'. Not a great deal of protection against the ravages of a
post-meal spike, either physiologically, or that emotional kick in
the guts of seeing your levels rise from a decent pre-meal number
well into double figures an hour or so later. From the very first
mouthful those big outboards start roaring and the carbs go zipping
and zooming about, gleefully spraying glucose in their
wake.
Victoza, on the other hand - even the fancy schmancy
'rapid acting' analogues can seem painfully slow to get going. More
like one of those behemothic freight trucks or road trains. With a
great groaning and clanking, the thrum of the plunger on an insulin
pen or pump delivers the dose and then... Nothing. Watch and wait. Is
it an illusion? Is it actually moving yet? Nope. Still can't see
anything happening.
Vooooom! Swish! The carbs go tearing past again. Running rings around the slumbering giant.
Vooooom! Swish! The carbs go tearing past again. Running rings around the slumbering giant.
This
is particularly the case for me when I am waiting for a correction
dose to kick in. I've had to stop myself from checking
post-correction blood glucose levels before an hour has elapsed. Any
less than that and the chances are my blood glucose levels will be
almost unchanged. An hour!
Of course... one of the things
about a freight truck is that once it is moving, there's not a
lot you can do about it. All those stories about them needing however
many miles to slow down or turn a corner. And so it can feel with
rapid insulins.
Nothing... nothing... nothing... Ah good, movement! Good... All good, back into range. Right that's enough now thanks... STOP!
But on and on, the dose lumbers forward - an unstoppable force. All-ahead full. The truck has now run straight over those race cars crushing them to matchwood and we could very well be steering directly toward Hypocity.
Corrections
can be a tricky course to navigate. My doctor tries to help by
offering a suggestion of 'Active insulin' - how much dose is still
working away, but there are many variables to factor into that
equation. Sadly I find my doctor's attempts to be the vaguest of
indications at best, and often wildly inappropriate to the particular
circumstances of the moment.
Patience is the skill I have to
master. I am always trying to remind myself that while the spike in
my blood glucose levels may have happened in only 45 minutes or so,
the insulin correction will only have stopped after something like 4
or 5 hours. If I get impatient and overcorrect in the meantime I am
likely to cause myself another problem (and more wobbles) by
overdoing it.
The Old Sailor,
The Old Sailor,
November 16, 2014
what if you get out of your comfort zone
Dear
Bloggers,
You
probably all had it once that you were pushed out of your comfort
zone. And hopefully it got start thinking about the ones who do that
and especially why are they doing that. My reaction is that they try
to get rid of their own bad feelings by pushing someone else over. I
am one of those people that has been pushed to all the edges of life
and yes I learned a lot out of these experiences. You've seen in your
life some inspirational quotes that encourage you to get out and do
something strange. Something you wouldn't normally do, like for
example bungee jumping or parachuting but getting out of your routine
just takes so much work. There's actually a lot of science that
explains why it's so hard to break out of your comfort zone and why
it's good for you when you do it. With a little understanding and a
few adjustments, you can break away from your routine and do great
things.
Simply, your comfort zone is a behavioral space where your activities and behaviors fit a routine and pattern that minimizes stress and risk. Yes it's that simple. It provides a state of mental security. You benefit in obvious ways: regular happiness, low anxiety, and reduced stress.
The idea of the comfort zone goes back to a classic experiment in psychology. Back in 1908, psychologists Robert M. Yerkes and John D. Dodson they explained that a state of relative comfort created a steady level of performance. In order to maximize performance, however, we need a state of relative anxiety, a space where our stress levels are slightly higher than normal. This space is called "Optimal Anxiety," and it's just outside our comfort zone. Too much anxiety and we're too stressed to be productive, and our performance drops off sharply.
The idea of optimal anxiety isn't anything new. Anyone who's ever pushed themselves to get to the next level or accomplish something knows that when you really challenge yourself, you can turn up amazing results. However, pushing too hard can actually cause a negative result, and reinforce the idea that challenging yourself is a bad idea. It's our natural tendency to return to an anxiety neutral, comfortable state. You can understand why it's so hard to kick your brain out of your comfort zone.
Even so, your comfort zone is neither a good or bad thing. It's a natural state that most people trend towards. Leaving it means increased risk and anxiety, which can have positive and negative results (which we'll get to in a moment). We all need that head-space where we're least anxious and stressed so we can process the benefits we get when we leave it. Question is what will you get when you break free and try out new things?
Optimal anxiety is that place where your mental productivity and performance reach their peak. Still, "increased performance" and "enhanced productivity" just sound like "doing more stuff." What do you really get when you're willing to step outside of your comfort zone?
You'll
be more productive as comfort kills productivity because
without the sense of unease that comes from having deadlines and
expectations, we tend to relax and do the minimum required to get by.
We lose the drive and ambition to do more and learn new things. We
also fall into the so called “work trap” where we feign "being
busy" as a way to stay in our comfort zones and avoid doing new
things. Pushing your personal boundaries can help you hit your stride
sooner, get more done, and find smarter ways to work. Using the brain
is not painful.
You'll
have an easier time dealing with new and unexpected changes.
Let me explain to you that one of the worst things we can do is
pretending fear and uncertainty as they don't really exist. By taking
risks in a controlled fashion and challenging yourself to things you
normally wouldn't do, you can experience some of that uncertainty in
a controlled, manageable environment. Learning to live outside your
comfort zone when you choose to can prep you for life changes that
force you out of it. It sounds so easy but still you are the one that
needs to take these steps.
You'll
find it easier to push your boundaries in the future.
Once you start stepping out of your comfort zone, it gets easier over
time. As you step out of your comfort zone, you'll become accustomed
to that state of optimal anxiety. "Productive discomfort,"
as they call it, becomes more normal to you, and you're willing to
push further before your performance falls off. You'll see that if
you challenge yourself, your comfort zone adjusts so what was
difficult and anxiety-inducing becomes easier when you repeat it.
You'll find it easier to brainstorm and harness your creativity. This is a soft benefit, but it's fairly common knowledge (and it's easily reproducible) that seeking new experiences, learning new skills, and opening the door to new ideas inspire us and educate us in a way that little else does. Trying new things can make us reflect on our old ideas and where they clash with our new knowledge, and inspire us to learn more and challenge our tendency to only seek out information we already agree with. Even in the short term, a positively uncomfortable experience can help us brainstorm, see old problems in a new light, and tackle the challenges we face with new energy.
The benefits you get after stepping outside of your comfort zone can linger. There's the overall self-improvement you get through the skills you're learning, the new foods you're trying, the new country you're visiting, and the new job you're interviewing for. There's also the soft mental benefits you get from broadening your horizons.
How to break out of your comfort zone. Outside your comfort zone can be a good place to be, as long as you don't tip the scales too far. It's important to remember there's a difference between the kind of controlled anxiety we're talking about and the very real anxiety that many people struggle with every day. Every one's comfort zone is different, and what may expand your horizons may paralyze someone else.
Here are some ways to break out (and by proxy, expand) your comfort zone without going too far:
Do
everyday things differently.
Take a different route to work. Try a new restaurant without
checking. Whether the change you make is large or small, make a
change in the way you do things on a day-to-day basis. Look for the
perspective that comes from any change, even if it's negative. Don't
be put off if things don't work out the way you planned.
Take
your time making decisions.
Sometimes slowing down is all it takes to make you uncomfortable,
especially if speed and quick thinking are prized in your work or
personal life. Slow down, and observe what's going on, take your time
to interpret what you see, and then intervene. Sometimes just
defending your right to make an educated decision can push you out of
your comfort zone. Think first, don't just react.
Trust
yourself and make snap decisions.
We're contradicting ourselves, but there's a good reason. Just as
there are people who thrive on snap decisions, others are more
comfortable weighing all of the possible options several times, over
and over again. Sometimes making a decision is in order, just to get
things moving. Doing so can help you kick start your personal projects
and teach you to trust your own judgement. It'll also show you
there's fallout to quick decisions as well as slow ones.
There are lots of other ways to stretch your personal boundaries. You could learn a new language or skill and it doesn't have to be expensive or difficult to do. The experiences you have may be mind-blowing or regrettable, but that doesn't matter. The point is that you're doing it, and you're pushing yourself past the mental blocks that tell you to do nothing.
You can't live outside of your comfort zone all the time. You need to come back from time to time to process your experiences. The last thing you want is for the new and interesting to quickly become commonplace and boring. This phenomenon, called hedonistic adaptation, is the natural tendency to be impressed by new things only to have the incredible become ordinary after a short time. It's why we can have access to the greatest repository of human knowledge ever created (the Internet) at our fingertips (on our smart phones) and still get so bored that all we think of is how quickly we can get newer, faster access. In one way it drives us forward, but in another it keeps us from appreciating the subtle and the everyday.
You can fight this by trying new, smaller things. Ordering something new at a restaurant where you get the same thing every visit can be eye-opening the same way visiting a new country can be, and both push you out of your comfortable spaces. Diversify the challenges you embrace so you don't just push your boundaries in the same direction. You still get the challenge, but you broaden your horizons in a different way.
Take it slow, and make stretching your boundaries a habit of its own The point of stepping out of your comfort zone is to embrace new experiences and to get to that state of optimal anxiety in a controlled, managed way, not to stress yourself out. Take time to reflect on your experiences Then do something else interesting and new. Make it a habit if you can. Try something new every week, or every month. Just what suits you. I have committed myself to doing something weird and new every month, just to test my own boundaries.
Similarly, don't limit yourself to big, huge experiences. Maybe meditation pushes you out of your comfort zone just as much as bungee jumping. Try the former if you've already done the latter. The goal isn't to become an adrenaline junkie. You just want to learn what you're really capable of. That's another reason why it's important to return to a comfortable state of mind sometimes and just relax.
Just don't forget to bring back as much as you can carry from those inspired, creative, productive, and slightly uncomfortable moments as it is your luggage in life.
The Old Sailor,
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