Tag: happiness

  • Book Comments: The Antidote by Oliver Burkeman

    Book Comments: The Antidote by Oliver Burkeman

    The required US legal disclaimer: All images are the property of their owners I reproduce them here under the Fair Use Doctrine of the copyright law for commentary and critique
    The required US legal disclaimer: All images are the property of their owners I reproduce them here under the Fair Use Doctrine of the copyright law for commentary and critique

     

    You know you are in for something different with a subtitle of  Happiness for People Who Can’t Stand Positive Thinking.  Actually that’s why I picked up the book, was that subtitle.  You see despite all my cheery disposition I’m a cynic at heart.  Actually, just like Garfield admitted to Jon he is a cynic wearing a cat suit, I’m one wearing a human suit.

    I’ve not embraced my inner cynic much beyond comedic effect I thought but Burkeman taught me what I had labelled as a cynic all these years was really an ancient Stoic.  No, not stoic in the modern sense of enduring things without a peep of complaint.  (What why are you laughing?  I don’t complain THAT much do I?)  But rather as the ancient philosophy of accepting the unpleasantness of life as reality that can’t be avoided makes the pleasant things sweeter and frees us to enjoy them more.

    Okay, I see you are confused.  Let me use the example Burkeman does in the beginning to illustrate this concept.  DO NOT THINK OF A WHITE BEAR.  What’s the first thing that came to mind reading that?  Yep, a white bear.  Burkeman explains the psychological reason for that and why the more you try not to think of the bear more bears there are in your thoughts. But the point is the basis of positive thinking is DO NOT THINK NEGATIVE THOUGHTS.  So what comes to mind…  that’s the point of the book.  The more you try not to be negative, the more you check to see if you are happy, the more you notice things that make you unhappy.

    Once he’s established that concept Burkeman goes through several ways and philosophies that embrace the negative aspects of life in order to enjoy life.  He dedicates a chapter to the ancient Stoics and even visits some jolly modern ones.  He explores how Buddhist techniques of watching thoughts go by without engaging them or why not letting what you think define you brings happiness.  That the passing thoughts are ‘the noisy breather in the week long silent meditation retreat is out to get me so I’ll get him first’ doesn’t mean you are a bad person or will act on it.   Yes Burkeman goes to such a retreat and has similar thoughts.

    In the end when the book was over I found out I was happier for having read it.  I didn’t feel the need to go DO something that wasn’t me.  I’d learned my old technique of cheering myself up with “It could be worse it could be _________” and filling in the blank with the most rotten thing I could think of… was the basis of Stoic philosophy.  I learned that in many ways I’m Mexican in my view of death.  That the corpse meditation of Buddhism didn’t threaten me as much as other lesser phobias.  I am more comfortable with death, the worst case scenario, and facing being uncomfortable than I am with positive thinking.  Actually I’m happier among those things than I would be at a motivational seminars.  I now know why affirmations make me feel worse not better, at times to the point of evoking anxiety.  Sure life sucks sometimes but that makes the times it doesn’t that much more remarkable, sweeter, and for a Stoic (former cynic) like me happier in those moments.

    If you are like me and the ‘rah-rah let’s get going to do this thing’ speeches make you roll your eyes and think PUH-leeze!  Or if trying to visual success just makes you feel like you have too far to go, or affirmations just reinforce that you aren’t there yet – this book might be for you.  We aren’t rainbows, glitter, and unicorn kind of people and that’s okay- we can be happy too.  Burkeman just reminds us how to do it our way.

  • Love Was Found On Top of The Fridge

    Love Was Found On Top of The Fridge

    There was a very sad crisis at my house this morning.  The new bag of doggie biscuits could not be found.  I KNOW tragedy of epic proportions!  Call in the Avengers! Where is the Closer when you need her?  It was sad and perplexing.

    Sad Rappy face

    I did not feel well last night.  I went to bed early.  The doggie treat jar was empty and is our ritual before I go to bed I let her out and gave her a treat.  Not feeling well I didn’t take time to wash the jar and put the new treats in it.  I just left the bag of treats on the counter. Aaron and Sara came home to make their dinner as I was heading off to bed.  I didn’t care all I wanted was bed.

    Cut to 5am this morning, doggie wanted out.  I got up and let her out.  I reached into the treat jar.  Not normal time for a treat but I was still groggy and not up to my usual form.  It was empty.  My sleep rattled brain remembered I’d left the bag out.  I reached for it in the dark, not there.  I flipped on the light and looked around the kitchen.  Dirty dishes piled in the sink, ran water in them.  Yep Aaron’s cooked and moved the treats but where?  Dunno.  Oh well she’s not supposed to get a treat now any way.  I turned off the light and shuffled to bed leaving a very dejected greyhound in my wake.

    “But, but you rattled the treat jar…. I was a good girl.  You were going to give me a tasty treat.  What, what happened? ”  Rappy sighed heavily and was left staring at the empty jar.  “Momma don’t love me no more.”

    Worried Rappy face

    Then this morning I got up and went through the morning routine.  Rappy out and in again.  This time it’s morning treat time.  We start and end our days together with tasty basted biscuit treat of love.  It’s been our routine for years.  I reach for the jar and remember, “Oh yeah Aaron.”  I look about the kitchen no treat bag.  I shout up to ask Aaron what he did with it.  He doesn’t remember.  I don’t find it in the storage cubby, in the pantry, in the dog food drawer or cabinet.  It’s gone.  I show Rappy my empty hands and tell her Aaron ate all the treats.  She’s dejected and shuffles off to her day bed in my office.

    I take to emptying the dishwasher and loading the dishes in the sink into it.  I’m puzzling over where that bag could have gone.  Then I see it!  It’s on top of the fridge!  I’m short I don’t always look up for something.  Much less look for doggie treats in non doggie places.  Still I found it!  The tasty basted biscuit treat of love are back!

    dog treat

    I immediately called Rappy, the depressed old greyhound that had moped about the corners of my morning. “Here girl!” I handed her two, yes TWO, treats one stacked on top of the other. I found them!  Her eyes lit up, her ears went up, her back feet did the happy tap dance with the big tail wags. “MOMMA STILL LOVES ME!” She roo’d. She grabbed the treats and ran to her bed to enjoy them.

    Rappy eating treats in her bed

    I enjoyed watching her savor them. Then I went and filled up the empty treat jar. All is right with the furry household now. Momma loves Rappy. The treat jar is full. Life is as it should be for doggie and me. If only I could get my printer working. Maybe I should show it the full treat jar…

    Dog treats in the jar