Your cheek is twitching

So what can I say?  Most people who come through my clinic (and any other clinic, I’ll bet) are just busting their faces all day trying to get more done, trying to be more (physically fit, successful, disciplined, put your own word here), and it shows.  You’d have to be a lunatic in health care not to see that this constant pushing for something takes a toll on a body. 

So I say to them, hey, you look a bit stressed, with that cheek twitching and your blood pressure hovering at 350 over 270.

People have different responses.

 

One is, no, no, no, I’m fine.  Never better.  (Who knows what to do with that one?)  (That’s my dad, come to think of it.)

Another is yeah, you’re right, but I have no choice.  I have to do this because of my boss, my wife, my boyfriend, my exams, my Weight Watchers meeting, my taxes, blah, blah, blah. 

We’ve got to change this one, ‘cause if you feel a victim, particularly a chronic victim, of anything or anyone, you’re destined for lousy health (never mind a lousy life).  Powerlessness sucks your life down the drain. 

Do whatever it takes to change a victim perspective (even if you have to fake it till you believe it).  I chose this job, and I’m choosing to do it today because of the food it puts on my table.  I chose this husband.  I choose to be with him today despite several character traits that threaten my mental health when I’m not centered.  Remind yourself that you choose. 


And if you believe in coincidences (I don’t) and a piano happens to fall on your head, and you live through it, you still make choices about whether to turn it an entertaining story or a reason to be afraid of music for the rest of your life. 

The last response is, I’m trying to be more because I want to be more (wealthy, strong, flexible, radiant, insert your word here).

I LOVE this one.  So BEAUTIFUL.  I want to be more. 

So try this on.  How about not having to push for it?  What if struggle and striving and busting your face are unnecessary?

Is it possible, do you think, to fantasize about being successful until you’re irresistibly drawn to do just one, great, inspired thing that might contribute to the dream?  (Jeez, I miss yoga.  Jeez, I’ll bet that guy knows something about movies, or neuroanatomy, or whatever it is for you.) And then waiting till you’re irresistibly drawn to the next thing, and the next?

I wonder if that’d work.  And I wonder your body’d like that. 

Just a thought. 

Thanks for the conversation,

 

kristin

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