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Life Resets

On the nights that I have trouble falling asleep or at times when I can’t focus on any particular activity, my thoughts turn to rewriting my personal history and resetting my life. We all have moments in our lives that we recognize as turning points and game changers. Some were big and some small. Some good and others not. I tend to go back to the embarrassing moments or the moments when I didn’t trust my instincts and made a choice that committed me to something I later regretted.

An idea sneaks into my head: If I can remember the moment fully, in every detail, and completely immerse myself, could I rewind time and relive my life from that moment? Science has proved that time is not exactly linear. Experiments have proven that paying attention changes actions and outcomes. I know the moments that I’d go back to. Do you?

The two most recent moments:

1) When I got the email from my boyfriend’s estranged wife telling me they weren’t divorced and I found out he’d lied to me. I wouldn’t give him a pass. I wouldn’t subsequently feel responsible when their arrangement to share their residence (since his mother also lived with them and had contributed money to the purchase) failed and let him move in on a “trial” basis. I’d go slower on the relationship and I don’t know where we’d have wound up.

2) When I attended the Diamond Resorts promotion and got talked into adding points to my existing time share. The maintenance fees are high and resort availability where I want to go is little to none. I did get two vacations in Hawaii with my mom and sister (Maui and Kauai), but I’m inclined to return it to the company once the financing is paid off.

The first time I felt it as an adult, I took the promotion out of the Central Appointments section of the Fort Polk Army Hospital into a data processing center. At that time, as a GS-05, I was on a monthly rotating shift and in the lowest position on that shift. Data processing was a lot more mechanical than it is now. I converted things: tape to microfiche, punch cards to 8″ floppy diskette, multiple formats to dot matrix printouts. I had the option of returning to my former job, but we received orders from the Army to move to Alaska. I decided to tough it out for a few months instead. If that hadn’t happened, I would’ve gone back. The raise wasn’t worth it.

I really wonder how many people have similar tales. I bet everyone does. And I wonder how often we let external conditioning override our internal alarms. The trick is to learn from it and make the mistake less frequently!

Originally published at brightwingtoday.net on April 3, 2018.

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The Habit of Sorry

From childhood, we start apologizing. Sorry, Mom. Sorry, Dad. Sorry, Teacher. Sorry, World. At some point though, boys get a pass and girls just get habituated.

This conspiracy is built on a lie. The lie is that staying small (apologizing, not taking up too much space) will keep girls safe. In reality, this makes girls less safe because they don’t learn how to fight for themselves without also taking steps to ensure everyone else has had their needs met. That everyone else stays happy. Their power is muted. They try to keep the peace and minimize the danger. Staying small and saying “sorry” becomes a dangerous habit.

I find the current idiom of “sorry, not sorry” a useful transition. The recipient is disarmed. On the other hand, passive aggressive isn’t the best coping skill. I’ve learned to use disengagement. In a few memorable instances, I’ve said, “I’d only have this argument if I cared about your (fill in the blank). And I don’t.”

When my marriage was ending, criticism and control was so common that I slipped back into the automatic “sorry” habit to avoid constant conflict. The incident that made me realize it was:

My spouse was on overnight duty one summer weekend. Our duplex had no air conditioning and retained heat. We used fans to create air currents by pulling from the coolest side. We commonly left windows and doors open with screens only. I left the front door open and double locked the security screen door. I went to bed.

I was awakened early the next morning by banging and shouting. He was waiting at the door with a bunch of military gear. He wasn’t happy. He wanted to know why I’d locked up when I knew he’d have all his stuff with him. Still groggy, I started with “sorry” and began to explain. Then I stopped myself and asked, “Would you want to sleep alone in a house way out here with unlocked doors?” I got only an,”Oh, yeah.” I realized I’d been making myself smaller and letting him take up more and more space.

Habits are hard to break, especially when they are being reinforced. Trying to replace them with something else, like a question, helps.