always a way out!

Recently, my husband visited a jobsite in an unsavory Brooklyn neighborhood and parked his car in the street. When he returned, he absentmindedly opened the trunk, put his bag in, put his cellphone in, put his key in, and shut the trunk.  

Oh no! Now cellphone and key were in the trunk and the car door was locked.  No cellphone, no way to call for help.  A building maintenance person nearby had one of those wire door break-in contraptions and offered to help.  Hope!  

Oh no! That didn’t’ work. What now? The maintenance guy let my husband use his cellphone to make a call, and a while later a guy from Pop-a-Lock showed up.  Hope!  Pop-a-Lock unlocked the car door and also popped the hood, but since the electronics had been bypassed, they self-disabled automatically, and with it the electronic trunk pop device was also disabled.  

Oh no, for the third time!  Pop-a-Lock had no further solution, suggested to get the car towed, and left.  I was too far away to drive down to bring the other car key, and towing the car home would be big hoopla.   My husband had to find another solution.  Knowing about electronics, he asked the building maintenance guy for a wrench to disconnect the car battery.  Hope!  Lo and behold, disconnecting the battery also disabled the electronics, and he was able to open the trunk manually.  Success!

All this to say that the only limitation to a solution is the mind.  When the mind shifts, so does the problem, and possibilities open up. Hopelessness is in the mind, there is always a way out.  

 

collecting the pieces

Many years ago, my husband and I traveled through Europe for six months.  After a while the experiences became a blur, we could no longer remember what we did three and four weeks ago because it became too much to take in. It was time to return home to integrate and process the travel impressions.  

During very busy times it seems similarly that I become fragmented, losing bits of myself here and there along the way.  When the busyness subsides, I need to collect and ground myself to bring all those scattered fragments back under one roof.  

The English meaning of collecting oneself  has to do more with composure, while the German expression sich sammeln, which translates identically, has more to do with reintegration after this kind of fragmentation.  Reintegration for me consists of quiet time by myself, puttering around without agenda or an appointment looming, reading a book, cooking something, or drinking tea and reading the newspaper.  A good night’s sleep can do wonders but may not be enough.  Regular meditation is a good way to ground yourself but is not for everyone. Walking in nature, going on a vacation, coloring or working on a crafts project, taking a bath, making music, are all ways to bring yourself back home because these activities inactivate the rational-analytical left side of the brain and make room for the subconscious to do its work.  The effect can be compared to tidying up a messy closet so you see again what you actually have and can find everything easily.  

You can’t go a mile a minute all the time without disintegrating, starting to coast and going on auto-pilot. Depression is actually an advanced form of loss of connection to self. Being aware of this need to push the stop button periodically and reintegrating is helpful and you can do it any which way that fits your personality and lifestyle.