Cha-cha-cha-cha-changes.

Recently, I crashed into myself. Hard. A full body resistance-to-change face plant. In the struggle of moving from who I was to who I am becoming, the Universe tends to notice and becomes the world’s biggest asshole Fitness Boot Camp coach who wants to see just how serious I am about shedding those unwanted pounds and firming up my core.

*Because that’s what I signed up for. Lots of burpees.

In recent talks with friends change has been a theme. I spoke ventedwhined to two friends about how it seems that each time I make a covenant to change, attempting to be a compassionate, wise and mindful man, I seem to blow it, or it seems that I’ve run out of do-overs. It frustrates me when life becomes a repetitive, remedial experience. Life during a pandemic is “Groundhog Day” enough as it is.

One friend shared a recent teachable moment– We often project onto other people what we don’t want to confront or admit about who we are, in an effort to safely look at our shit with some distance. The problem with this is that we’re flinging our poop like chimps onto someone else and blaming them for being covered with it. Because we detest and judge in others what we don’t want to accept about ourselves, we turn away from the mirror the other person is holding up to us, and we miss an opportunity to transform. Instead of turning toward the mirror, our knee-jerk reaction is one of (for example):

“This guy has shared with me that he has cheated and been unfaithful in the past. Because he is telling me the truth, I cannot trust him because I am not around him 24/7 to see what he’s doing when I’m not around. I’ve been cheated on before, and I’ve learned not to trust anyone. Therefore, I shall not trust him, even though he has told me he has a desire to be faithful and is willing to show by his actions–not just his words–that he is a man of integrity. Trust is too big a risk for me to take because it requires transformation and letting go of a limiting belief.”

Instead, we could look at ourselves.

“I know that trusting other people is hard. Past suffering and hurt have taught me that others cannot be trusted, and will disappoint me and lie to me. I have no control over the past actions of others nor the future actions of others. I can, however, learn how to trust myself, and have personal integrity. I can be open to meeting others who are on the same path, and give a guy a chance when he tells me he’s made mistakes in the past, shares with vulnerability lessons he has learned from those mistakes, and is willing to continue the work of trusting himself, just as I am doing. It’s a risk, but it helps me to grow and transform, and may help this wonderful, new guy to grow and transform as well.”

Every relationship we enter based on mistrust will end in more mistrust. The Universe will continue to give us what we want, and affirm what we believe about the world, until we interrupt the pattern and choose a fresh alternative. It’s having the awareness of, “Oh wow. I have trust issues because I don’t trust myself, not because I don’t trust anyone else. I’ve been taught not to trust others, and learned as a child that I cannot be trusted, and that’s a limiting belief. The person I need to learn to trust–in fact, the only person whose trust I can foster, is me.”

Or here’s another a-ha moment (not the 80s group…although *right now* you’re singing Take On Me in your head, aren’t you)…

“The only thing keeping me in this relationship is my resentment of the other person.” Honey, Elsa the f&#k out of that self-inflicted drama and Let. It. Go.

I move through change like a dad with a flat for the first time on the side of the highway with two screaming kids in the backseat. The kids are hungry and cranky and Dad is still a good thirty miles from home. Dad hasn’t renewed AAA, Dad’s run out of Goldfish and water for the kids, and Dad’s never changed a tire before. He saw his Dad do it once, but he never really paid attention because he was also hungry and cranky and five years old at the time. What should broke-down Dad do? No snacks, no roadside assistance, and no instructions on how to change the tire…and too scared and proud to pick up the cell phone and call his Dad to ask for help because looking like a suck-ass father who’s doing it wrong is scarier than doing it at all. Meanwhile the kids are screaming louder, it’s rush hour, it’s getting dark…

You have a cell phone. You have a Dad who’s done it before. You have a spare tire and a tire iron. Suck it up, buttercup. Face the fear with humility. Make the call.

My second friend experiences change as a cycle. He shared the Taoist perspective on transformation is about orbits, seasons, and shifts in our orbits while we continue to circle around the Sun. Sometimes a life event, i.e. change, smacks us like a meteor and knocks us out of our familiar orbit into a new one. And it’s impossible to have any change–no matter how positive the change–without loss.*

*I invite you to prove me wrong about this. Go ahead. I double dare you.

This is the nature of impermanence. Taoism and Buddhism agree that everything is temporary, everything changes. This is the truth. The truth is inconvenient.

Some of us stay stuck in the same boring, limiting, painful orbit around the Sun our whole lives, daydreaming about change while bemoaning the fact that nothing changes, same shit different year, wouldn’t it be great to change my job, go back to school, make more money, leave my deadbeat boyfriend, quit smoking, lose 30 pounds…and do jack shit about it other than seeking distractions in a series of shiny objects and halfhearted attempts at commitment. I have been one of those someones.

Or, we think we are changing until life happens to screw it up. “My New Year’s resolution is to make this year about my personal growth!” And a pandemic hits. “My relationship ended. I’m going to take this year to be in a relationship with myself!” And we get on a dating app one evening when we’re lonely. And a pandemic hits. “This year I’m finally going back to the gym!” And a pandemic hits. I am one of those someones, too.

Shifting our orbit means that while we are cycling through seasons, we begin to expand from our comfort zone a few degrees per month, per year…and make our way into a new orbital zone in a mindful way. We recognize our resistance, and challenge our excuses. Here’s what happens exponentially when we make small, intentional changes:

 And so, in summary (clearing throat, grabbing the laser pointer, mostly to vex the cat):

  • Change is the only constant in the Universe. This is not meant to be ironic.
  • Humans. We’re the worst. We’re the ONLY SPECIES on the planet who deny change, wage war against it, avoid it, fear it, and yet really want it at the same time, then suffer as a result of having difficulty with change. Go ahead, try to refute that.
  • Failure to accept change always leads to suffering. Always.
  • With change, there is loss. Always.
  • Change is different from transformation. To change something may be temporary, like our hair color, our underwear, or our boyfriend. To transform involves alchemy–once something is transformed, there’s no going back to what once was, and yet, that’s also not permanent. *See the first bullet point.
  • Once you accept change as a Universal constant, and also accept the alchemy of transformation, other possibilities and moments of “oh shit!” and “oh wow!” are now recognizable to you on a semi-regular basis. This often sucks, and is occasionally fabulous.
  • Moments of “oh shit” and “oh wow” were always there, but you weren’t present to them because you were sleepwalking through life and checking Facebook and posting Kardashian duck face selfies on Instagram instead of being fully present.
  • Now that you’re woke, you’re more aware. It’s like tuning in to the rise and fall of waves hitting the beach instead of thinking of them as background noise while you play Animal Crossing.
  • You will also go back to sleep and be less aware. *See the first bullet point.
  • Sometimes, it takes a profound event–great suffering and injustice, tragedy, illness, death, loss, the unimaginable–to cause us to wake up to the present moment, and accept what we cannot change, gain courage to change the things we can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
  • It’s ALWAYS better to recognize you’re sitting in poop and have been sleepwalking through life wearing a dirty diaper BEFORE the shit you’ve been sitting in magically escapes your diaper and hits the fan. *Avoiding rock bottom is preferred.
  • Lastly, change doesn’t care how you feel about it, is neither good nor bad, and is not subject to the ego. Change and the unknown are by their nature neutral.

I’ve heard it said “we truly let go of something when we no longer think about it.” Perhaps that’s related to the whole “forgive and forget” idea and the grand canyon between those words.

I think that may be bullshit. I think forgiveness and letting go means giving up all hope for a better past.

Also, I’ve heard (and hated) the phrase “Everything happens for a reason”. But here’s the truth–that “reason” is “change”.

Accepting change and fostering transformation come at the cost of letting go of things that no longer serve us in favor of new things that serve us better, and that means letting go, receiving, forgiving, and unlearning some pesky, bad behaviors.

If we accept that change is the only constant, would it not be better to accept each relationship with our bodies, our health, and with those we love as an opportunity to also evolve, cultivate, and transform? It seems selfish and narcissistic to want to keep our bodies and our lovers in stasis, just as we were when we were young and healthy, just as our lover was when we first loved them. It’s also delusional.

The phrase is: “This too shall pass” not “This too shall stay.”

When we begin to accept change, we can face fear with a sense of curiosity. Each day becomes an opportunity to check in with our bodies, with our partner, our friends and family, and see how the terrain has changed for them. Especially now–during this time of great change, great loss and uncertainty, that’s more important than ever. It’s this question:

“How are you doing? No really, I mean it…how are you doing?”

One couple I know who have been married for a few decades have a ritual on their wedding anniversary. They go to the same restaurant every year, and they tell each other how they’ve noticed the other has changed, and how they’ve changed individually. They share the highs and lows of being married to each other for the year, giving each other honest, compassionate feedback. Before the check comes, they decide whether or not to re-up their marriage for another year. It’s been over 30 years, and they must be doing something right.

Acceptance of change means acceptance of the impermanence of all things, the reality of what is, and a commitment to pay attention to changes as they come. It means our relationship with ourselves, with our partner, our friends, and with everyone crossing our path is in perpetual motion like the seasons, intentional, fully present, and never taken for granted.

It’s finding great grace in the awareness that all of this is temporary. Including me. Namaste.

3 Replies to “Cha-cha-cha-cha-changes.”

  1. The clouds above us join and separate.
    The wind enters the courtyard and leaves.
    This is how life is.
    Why should we not celebrate?

  2. As usual, your posts hit me right between the eyes. Thanks. This one is going to leave a mark. 😉

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