Saturday, February 25, 2023

My relationship with Sturcture and Perfection

 I realised that when it comes to writing, I have this urge to do it perfectly, to make it sound like I’m smart, ‘mature’ (a word I liked to use to describe what I know now as ‘conscious’, ‘woke’, ‘enlightened’, etc… There is this internal assumed need to make it seem a certain way to others… Like trying to control th outcome so much… So much so that I end up not writing, publishing at all, or write half way and quit, wayyy to many times… 

I wonder if there is a magic wand or pill that could prompt me to be more productive consistently, and not just “when i feel like to it”. 

I feel like there needs to be structure, and I suck at creating structures even for staying alive (yah, the most basic of things like bills, money, resources), let alone structures for seemingly petty things like, thoughts…

As I’m writing this, I’m realising how true that is for everything that I do or haven’t done but want to, like Stand Up comedy; I know I have a lot of funny relatable stories that I can tell, but i can’t just go up on stage and tell them coz even those things need structure, right?

My former boss at the radio station i worked in, used to have to tell me every time to ready notes for my show, to have more structure in the way I work, and i consistently fail to produce proper notes every time… 35 years old (at that time bout 3 years ago), and not able to do the most basic thing an adult should be able to do… The worst is, not changing that pattern that had proven to be unhelpful for me to thrive… 

I mean… I myself get annoyed and disinterested when there’s no structure in the content I’m consuming… So…

Maybe I’m thinking that writing can be like dancing, where ‘open, free writing’ is a thing that exists like ‘open, free dancing’, something that my mama and I would sometimes do to release stree build up… 

I realised now that I’ve always felt pressured by structure, like there’s some unresolved trauma surrounding the idea of structure… Finding comfort in embracing my messiness, messy and proud kind of sentiment… How true is that, tho?

Today, i feel like there needs to be (better) structure in my daily life, structure in my raising baby Koa, raising teenage baby Micah, raising 7yo baby Rhu, and raising pre-teen baby Dante (list of kids in order of… level of difficulty currently experiencing, but all the same CHALLENGING), structure in my social media posts, that said, structure in my work, structure in my writings, structure in my relationships, structure in the world basically… I’m doing my best, but there is still this strong sense of lack in that area, structure…

I used to just dismiss the idea of digging deeper into why I’m like this, why I hate doing ‘structure’ so much eventhough I want (and gods know i need) it… But having leanrned so much about trauma and shadow work for the past 3 years with Liku-Liku, i know better than to resolve to ‘Flight’ mode, running away, avoiding and suppressing the inner work that I have to do or else they will just keep coming back around…

So, Amy, what might be the reason we don’t like doing the work of creating structure?

Maybe it’s coz I’ve gotten this far and gained so much good stuff along the way by winging it. I’ve gotten away with winging radio shows, emceeing events, random conversations, job searches, and just life in general… But I can’t help thinking, remembering wise life quotes that says, luck runs out. 

That leads me to ask me this; Where is this coming from? Whose voice is saying this? How true is it? Could it possibly stem from some kind of rejection or abandonment trauma? 

Okay, I got that from the amazing Teal Swan and it’s obviously gonna take longer than writing session to figure out. But i really want to publish something today so that i stop feeling like a messy human who don’t finish anything they started, so I will leave it at that…

Till the next post, have a day everybody



Monday, January 30, 2023

Just write, it's 2023 already and you're gonna be 40 in two years

I'm starting to get frustrated with myself again for not being able to be consistent with a lot of things including posting on this blog, my relationships - with Aniq, with the kids, especially Micah, with the podcast, with my social media, with my eating and lifestyle, with any ideas of how I can do better, and ready to just give up... give up from trying to do better. 

And then I'm reminded that healing and growth is a process... That everything is a learning opportunity... That THIS is where the growth, the 'better', happens... I'm in the thick of it... That's why is harder... That's why I feel like giving up... 

And this is what I will continue to work on this new year... It's January 30th, 2023. If our life in a year is dispersed into months like chapters in a book, then the first chapter is almost over and we're going into the second chapter pretty soon. How then my first chapter of this new book in my life saga looked like? 

Pictures on my phone gallery would make it seem like I managed to achieve some kind of stability in my home and working life... But if I check in with my body what would it remember more of, it's the sense that I had gone through shitty, uncomfortable, dysregulated moments more than I did authentically happy ones...

But here comes a thought; didn't we learn that it's rough waters that make a good sailor? Or smooth seas never make a skillful sailor? And I think it was Alan who said something about how the best lessons or opportunities to practice are brought to us in the most uncomfortable and sticky situations... Wow, I'm literally just realising this NOW as I'm typing... Could this be the power of journaling? Yeah... It feels like it... That familiar sense of finding joy and purpose in something you do, in something I used to do a lot; journaling, is kicking in...

THIS is why we write, Amy... And do better; stay here for a bit... Here, this rare and often neglected little space of feeling pure joy for doing something...

It may never and it doesn't have to make sense to anyone else, but you... So cherish this. And do more of it, come home to your body, Amy... Even if no one ever reads this or get it at all, you know you've done it for your self. And that's all that matters... Baba nam kevalam...

Till the next one, ciao. 

My relationship with Sturcture and Perfection

 I realised that when it comes to writing, I have this urge to do it perfectly, to make it sound like I’m smart, ‘mature’ (a word I liked to...