Earlier this week, we ran the washer for the first time and something criss-crossed somewhere and a sewer line backed up and a toilet in the guest house, out behind the main house, backed up and overflowed. (By the way, I know it sounds all “English countryside” to say “the guest house,” but this is more like a converted garage than it is something fancy-schmancy. But it does have a little cubby with a toilet, and this has been the source of some distress these past few days).
So, okay, the toilet backs up and so we call to get it repaired but this takes a few days and we’re still kinda-sorta in the process of getting the last of it cleaned up, the carpets cleaned, etc.
Well, then this morning I was loading up the dishwasher in the kitchen for the first time (we’ve been in that mode of just dumping stuff on the counters) and was going to run it while I went out for coffee. I pulled out the top tray and the entire dishwasher leaned forward. It isn’t properly settled into the cabinetry and would easily rock out of place if we ran it.
I had woken up this morning feeling more recovered from being sick–tired, but not so achey and not in such a bad way. And then this frustrating thing happened with the dishwasher–yet another thing needing repair, and this time something that (in my opinion) should have been noticed and taken care of prior to us moving in–and I felt white hot pissed off anger coursing through my veins.
I put in a call to the rental agency for this to be fixed, too, and then headed out for my coffee. I got into the car and noticed that in the past ten minutes since that anger had coursed through my body, I was suddenly feeling really, really run-down and far more sick than I had felt when waking up.
It was this little reminder that ANGER IS TOXIC.
So this is becoming a theme that I keep repeating, and I think it bears repeating–I don’t believe that it’s healthy for people to just repeat affirmations trying not to feel their anger or frustration or sadness or whatever negative emotion comes up. Anything that we cannot sit with will run us. My ideal for myself and my hope for the world is that we learn to embrace everything that comes into the circle of our existence and to process it out without hurting others.
But it really, really hit me how when I carry around anger and frustration, this stuff is just toxic sludge.
So as I drove to Peet’s, I played my theme song–the song that is my ring tone, the song that is my life’s theme song–“Golden” by Jill Scott.
I played it twice.
I felt immensely better (and less sick).
Then I had the lucky duck experience of running into my dear friend Laurie Wagner at Peet’s. Laurie is the talented force behind Wild Writing classes. Some of you may know her from Sabrina Ward Harrison’s second book. I know her as someone who I met because we were in a mutual circle of friends and I have been attracted to her honesty and authenticity. She is someone who does not indulge in a lot of idle chit-chat; when I talk with her I always sense that she is going to ask real questions and give me real answers. We sat down at a table and did quick catch-ups on life. She’s hosting a trunk show this upcoming Sunday in Alameda, at which the wares of Andrea Scher and another friend of mine, Amy MacClain, will be featured (among others). Another dear friend, Valerie, had emailed me earlier this week to ask if I wanted to go to that since we would be hanging out this upcoming Sunday. (If you want to support local artists while you do your holiday shopping, please contact me via email ( kate -at- thiscourageouslife -dot- com) and I can send you the deets.)
And the long and short of all of this is that when I started with the conscious choice to shift myself–playing a song that lifts my spirits–that was enough to start digging me out of the hole that had begun. And when I made yet another conscious choice to take some time to connect with another human being, that was another piece.
And not a damned thing has changed–the dishwasher isn’t fixed and the rental agency has yet to call me back–but I don’t feel particularly frustrated by any of it. I just feel ready to get on with my day.
I wonder–if I had not been sick, and had not thus been inclined to check in with my body a lot when I woke up, would I have even noticed how the anger went through me? Would the effect have been too subtle on a basically healthy body for me to have fully “seen” how much of a difference it made that I got angry/frustrated?
I cannot know, but I like how it is sitting in my consciousness, now. I love these little reminders that life brings that everything that comes into my path is an opportunity to open up more or to close up tight like a fist. I like the opening up far better.
And I’m going to play “Golden” again a few more times, just for good measure, while I unpack my office today.