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Finding your *this*

11 Dec

So often I hear people say something along the lines of — if it wasn’t for *this*, my job/life would be so much easier.

*This* might be the students, if the person is a teacher.

*This* might be a partner, if the person is in a relationship.

*This* might be the clients, if the person is a consultant.

*This* might be the technology, if the person is a salesman.

To which I always think, If it wasn’t for *this*, why would you even be here?

Perhaps part of finding your right job/life, is finding your right *this*.

Post Viral Fatigue Syndrome (or, the value of swimming in cold water)

24 Oct

I had a full on, diagnosed, 6 month bout of Post Viral Fatigue Syndrome about 4 years ago.

An interesting diagnosis – it is based on a set of symptoms, rather than a cause. It is a diagnosis by elimination. It is a diagnosis the doctor’s give you because they have absolutely no idea what to tell you.

They do a host of tests, for all sorts of unfathomable diseases (I do not have AIDS. Or gluten intolerance. Or thalassmia). And they come up with nothing. And then they do the tests again.

Still nothing.

And then, there is the look of despair.

It comes in waves, I am told. Lots of people get it at the same time.

Perhaps you just need to sleep more? Stop doing as much?

How did it happen?

For about 4 years I had recurrent tonsillitis. This was probably caused by two onsets of anaemia – probably due to vegetarianism, working three jobs, training at the gym pretty hard and finishing off an engineering degree.

Anyway the recurrent tonsillitis scarred my tonsils so much that any infection or a hard week at work would make me susceptible to all types of tonsillitis – viral, bacteria, phantom. I became a queen of the self medicator – I had a stack of Maxamox prescriptions at home and the chemist practically knew me by name.

And then I had one particularly nasty bout. I worked through it, ignored it for awhile, and never really got better.

How did it effect you?

I had a really sore throat all the time. It felt like razor blades were going up and down my throat. But mostly I was just exhausted.

I was lucky however, I could still work full time. I just had to stop everything else.

What is it exactly?

No one really knows. My nautropath said it was caused by eating milk products. That was about the best medical advice I got during my whole episode.

(Oh and by the way, eliminating milk products did not help.)

So how did you get through it?

I tried many, many things, and spoke to many, many people.

In the end, it came down to a fairly simple management strategy. Which I developed by trial and error.

From what I understand, this is quite common.

My list was as follows:

-          Swimming in cold water: I love this one. This still really calms me down and resets me for the day.

-          Watch the diet: No caffeine, alcohol or sugar – which was easy enough to find out. But strangely, one of the most important things was eating on time. I needed to make sure lunch and dinner happened when they were meant to.

-          Sleep well: This was harder than I would have thought as PVS brought with it some pretty serious anxiety issues. Which would manifest right as I was trying to get to sleep . I learnt a lot about self-managed sleep hygiene at this time. (Just type sleep hygiene into google).

-          Daily slow walking is required, BUT minimise overall travel. Do not go out. Do not pass go. Do not collect $100. No social life. The internet was a lifesaver.

-          No stress: Again, obvious enough.

And I continued doing these and got better bit by bit, each day. And then I stopped taking the pill and two weeks later I was a new person. It was like I had never gotten sick.

The best advice I got…

Stop being so hard on yourself.

There is a lot of self-doubt that is associated with something which cannot be diagnosed or quickly cured.

Perhaps I worked too hard. Perhaps I exercised too much. Perhaps I ate too poorly.

But they don’t know what it caused it, so how can you?

No amount of thinking, obsessing or analysing can ever, EVER change this.

 

At least you will be happy

26 Sep

If I am with others, I want to be alone.

If I am alone, I want to be with others.

If I am without work, I want work.

If I am with work, I want no work.

If I am hungry, I’d rather be full. And if full, hungry.

A man once held my head in his hand and said –

Suffering is the human condition.

You are insane.

(Clearly).

And such all I can do is follow the voice that speaks to me in the quiet of the night,

The one who gets excited, and won’t let me sleep,

The one who reminds me,

That I am nowhere else but here.

And more than that,

The one that wants nothing else,

But to be here.

 

At least you will be happy, I think.

Just do one

19 Sep

Mid Energy Needs Assessment

So I have this thing.

It’s called the “just do one” rule.

Some days it can be hard to get started. Some days it can be hard to keep going.

So I tell myself – ok, just do one.

I’m in the middle of doing energy needs assessments in Nepal. We’re going around asking people what they use for lighting and cooking to see if there is a renewable energy product which would save their money, or their lungs.

Which sounds awesome, and totally is, but like any job there are times you just don’t have the energy you’d like. Or people aren’t reacting the way you’d like.

I’ve found the assessments work best if you try and vary the questions just a little every day. This can lead to a whole new conversation, unearthing information you’d never thought to ask.

But some days I just can’t do it.

So I just do one.

And that’s ok.

Because that’s the rule.

Transitions (or, exhaustion + devastation + airports = remarkable thinking)

10 Sep

There is something about leaving a country which you have lived and worked in, and straight away moving to another one.

This year I have done this so many times I am starting to lose count. Already I am at 7, and I think that I will have 3 more before the year is out.

(For the travel hackers amongst you, I think my year is going to look something like this: SYD-MAU-ACC-ATH-ACC-SYD-ILO-KTM-SFO-PNH-CGK)

At the beginning of the year I kept asking people who moved around a lot what the hardest thing about travelling was. I thought maybe I would get tired of living out of a bag, or that I would miss my family, or my close friends, or you know, zucchinis.

I didn’t think it would be the transitions.

I am not upset to be without roots this year, in a way I feel like I have been without roots my whole life.

But somewhere in the transition of picking up everything to put it back down into a new place, my body seems to go into a state of shock.

I usually cry on the plane. When I went back toSydneyfor 3 weeks I felt bizarrely numb for a few days, in a way I could not explain to people. It was just plain weird. And then everything came crashing down and I cancelled all my plans, instead spending a weekend inside with my brother, staring at a wall.

(Don’t worry, insane amounts of partying still happened, just later on).

I think part of the reason for this is the last week before I leave anywhere is totally packed – catching up with friends, finishing off projects, getting through all the “lasts”. I am usually utterly exhausted by the time I leave. And the first week in my new country is always relatively quiet.

So it goes from super intense to super quiet, and the realisation of what I am doing hits me. Where exactly am I? What exactly is it that I think I am doing? Am I crazy?

Not to mention the the thought of all the amazing experiences that I have left behind. The people I will probably never see again.The fragments of language and expressions that I have learnt. And the weird nuances of culture that you only get from being in a place.

(In Mauritius– being in a meeting where three languages are spoken at once. In thePhilippines– the flamboyant culture. In Ghana–the MASSIVE religious billboards. And in Nepal– the relaxed attitude to privacy).

The flip side is that this outpouring of emotion has brought on some of the best ideas that I have had this year. I have written beautiful poetry. Come up with business ideas. Followed up on hard things which I really needed to do. And formulated all of the things which are most exciting about this year. Including achieving all my goals for this year in 7 months – and they were not small.

Call me crazy, but I can only conclude that there is something remarkable about the combination of exhaustion, devastation and airports. Alone, they are just irritants – but with their powers combined…?

My brother reminds me of often of my own words:

“I don’t mind being upset, because I often do my best thinking when I am upset”.

As I prepare myself for the shock that will be leaving Nepal for San Francisco, I am going to do my best to take solace in these words.

A Merry-Go-Round near the top of the world (or, the value of seeing the day out)

27 Aug

A Merry-Go-Round near the top of the world

Today did not start so well.

A freezing cold shower. A 202 page biogas training manual which was read in entirety, but was not so useful. Lethargy. An entire packet of not-so-delicious chocolate biscuits. Thoughts of a meeting yesterday, which did not go so well. Thoughts that today’s meeting will be the same.

Dogs screeching and fighting outside.

The familiar feeling of being trapped. Without culture, without language, without friends. Without knowledge.

And then.

A meeting today where the village women are attentive and patient with your endless questions. They are so keen to share their beautifully made local handicrafts with you and they make you tea (your favourite!). And even though you feel as if you have wasted their time, they graciously thank you any way for coming, smiling at your feeble attempts to thank them for their generosity.

And then.

A merry-go-round near the top of the world. A market place full of cheering gamblers. A soccer match in the mud with local players as good as you’ve seen from across the region. Fairy floss. And jokes about the over exuberant calls from the local boys. (“I am alone! You are alone! Come over here!)

You remember you can take photos. And that you can stop working.

Actually, you remember how to smile.

And why it is that you are here.

<3 Making Lists

14 Jul

My three-reasons-to-love Making Lists:

  1. You get to stop thinking about what you need to do next.
  2. You get to cross things off.
  3. Most importantly, you get to add one hard thing. (Definitely worth reading).

Thoughts about what I want (or, a manifesto, of sorts)

11 Jul

I want to accept that there is a fearful force in the world, a terrible nature, a mean streak.

People do unspeakable things, and really, is no justifiable reason for it. There is no balance, no ying and yang, no universal protector. At least not one that I will ever be able to understand.

I want to acknowledge that there is this same force within me, just as there is in the world. It just is, and there is no reason for it. And everyday I use this to make decisions which are inconsistent, wrong, immoral, unspeakable. And there is no justification.

I want to acknowledge the presence of this force, and of these decisions. I do not want to be ignorant of this, justifying my actions away or pretending that things are not the way they are.

Rather I seek to see myself for what I am.

And from this acceptance and the removal of fear and therefore ignorance, I seek to make better decisions.

And to never let the presence of these inconsistencies, in myself or others, make me feel hopeless and despondent and deter me from continually striving to be better.

And to never let it stop me from doing as much as I am capable of.

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A few pieces of inspiration for this post:

  • Thoughts on acceptance of inconsistent thinking from A Beautiful Mind
  • Thoughts on good versus evil: Blood Diamond and conversations with Seale Govender:
    • “It is what (people) do that make them good or bad. A moment of love, even in a bad man, can give meaning to a life. None of us knows whose path will lead us to God.”
  • Thoughts on the evil within us from The Kite Runner and (intense) conversations with a colleague about army life in Afghanistan
  • Thoughts on hopelessness from The U-bend: studies show that self reported well-being dips at 50, regardless of circumstance.
  • And on doing things which break you, from Greg Mortensen’s Three Cups of Tea “Let sorrowful longing dwell in your heart. Never give up, never lose hope. Allah says, “the broken ones are my beloved”. Crush your heart. Be broken.”

On how I’ve been making decisions (and having a 40 year plan)

3 Jul

Something happened in the lead up to turning 27.

I started thinking about my age differently.

I realised that (in my mind at least) I couldn’t get away with saying “It’s OK, I’m only XX” anymore. And nor did I want to.

I wanted 27 to be a big year for me. (And so far, so good!).

Which has made the shift in my decision making process even more bizarre to me.

My decision making used to be very logical, very structured. Disciplined even. I created a huge multi-tab pro-con list/spreadsheet before breaking up with a boyfriend. You don’t even want to get me started on how I decided on a university degree.

And as part of this, I used to spend a significant amount of energy ignoring the thoughts I had when I was drunk, half asleep or sad. I did this because in my mind, these thoughts were irrational, meaningless outliers.

Now, it would seem that I am only listening to these thoughts. And not just listening – seeking them out.

Now I wait to make a decision until I can figure out what it is that is keeping me up at night.

And if nothing is keeping me up at night, I don’t do anything at all.

Like how I was ready to create my next 1 year plan.

This was a bit of a ritual for me. It would usually be something along the lines of “OK, just get to the end of this year, do these things, sort these things out, go on a big holiday, and then we’ll start worrying about next year”.

But this wasn’t going to cut it anymore. It wasn’t keeping me up at night.

Instead I waited.

I waited until I woke up in the middle of the night (on the plane on the way back from Ghana actually).

And now I have in my possession some very, very interesting ideas for a 40 year plan.

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If you liked this post, this very very simple guide to decision making might also be of interest.

Also this quote from Greg Mortensen’s Three Cups of Tea “When your heart speaks, take good notes”.

On (not) reading the news

27 Jun

I’ve been on a bit of a news moratorium.

I don’t know how long for – maybe a year?

A big story might catch my fancy. I might read a little more about it, or follow commentary on the blogosphere.

But for the most part I’ve been in the dark.

Occasionally I’d get embarrassed, like when I went to the Festival of Dangerous Ideas. Or when I first came to Ghana .

I’d fumble around for a reason. I’ve been busy. I’ve been sick. I’m not really a ‘news’ person.

But these were never really the reason.

I used to obsess about the news.

I’d read the Economist, cover to cover, every week. I’d scan the Australian and SMH every day. I’d follow commentary in blogs. Listen to the radio. And discuss ideas with friends.

And then, all of a sudden, nothing.

I was OVER it.

I wanted to actually live. Do things. Not just talk about them, or read about them.

I just didn’t get the point of knowing all this information. About elections on the other side of the world. The price of wheat. Genocides of races I had never even heard of. What was I going to do with it all?

And to be honest, I was mad. Mad at people who spend all their time watching and not participating. Leaving the making of the world to others.

I was mad at people who read the news just to exhibit a strongly held view to a group of close friends.

But then, I am reminded. Gently.

If there is no one to read the news, how will it be reported? Are there not things which must be reported? Stories which must be told? And if there is no strongly-held opinions amongst friends, how will grassroots movements and ground swells of opinions be created?

And must everyone ‘make’ the world? Are there not those that can just take part?

I notice my arrogance. Actually, I smile at it.

I’ve just started reading The Economist again.

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