Honestly, I’d much rather Bernie gave himself a month or six weeks to rest instead of trying to power through the campaign like nothing happened. No good will be served by him winning the primary and then losing the general because he’s exhausted.
Also, I greatly dislike this idea that a heart attack and major surgery in anybody – let alone a 78-year-old man – is no big deal, and everybody should just get over it, get back, and go straight back to work.
I decided to ignore the huge pile of grading and instead spend Sunday afternoon snuggling in bed and reading and then later take a walk in the park. This is the option that wins almost every Sunday, and guess what? The grading always gets done even though I don’t slaughter myself with work on weekends.
As much as I like Bernie, for our psychological health challenge I suggest we don’t follow this particular example that he sets.
This is what public schools have turned into. Disgusting weapons of surveillance capitalism feedings kids into the jaws of the engine that will ground a humanity out of them.
On Sunday, we are going to look for a grounding object. It’s a very good idea to have a collection of little objects that remind you of a happy, tranquil moment. Here is one of mine:
I enjoyed my time in Germany last year immensely, and whenever I hold this pen from the hotel where I stayed, I can summon the feeling of being exactly who I want to be.
Once you identify your grounding objects, you can carry one with you into all situations where you are likely to feel tense, diminished, anxious, or unhappy. The moment unpleasantness begins, you discretely take out the grounding object, and transport yourself to a peaceful state of mind.
I’ve been doing this for 20 years, and I have a whole collection of these objects. Obviously, many lose their power over time but I replenish the collection. It’s always something little that gives me a good feeling when I hold it.
It’s true that foreigners are taught to memorize the order. But it’s easier to read a lot, and that will give you the feel for why “an old French lady” is not the same as “a French old lady.” Or why saying “pretty little horses” is ok but “little pretty horses” is crazy.
But yeah, we were made to memorize all this crap, and I drove professors crazy because I could put adjectives in correct order without consulting the “opinion-size-age-shape,etc” list.
If it weren’t, the extraordinarily beautiful Tulsi Gabbard with her adult movie star voice would be ahead in the polls of old, frumpy Warren with an unpleasant voice.
But she’s not. The frump is winning. It’s all about the issues. Nobody cares about beauty. In this particular instance I wish they did but I’m glad sexism is so dead.
On Saturday we are going to be adding deep breathing exercises to the previous two activities (which we continue to do).
For three minutes twice a day (in the morning and in the evening), we will stand alone outside, look at the sky or trees and breathe in very deeply and slowly.
Try to not think or argue with anybody in your head but simply feel.
At the end of the day, if you realize that you didn’t manage to do the activity, ask yourself why and try to write down your response. Usually, the answers are, “I forgot / I didn’t have time / it felt silly.” Or, self-effacing personality, self-sacrificing personality, and a child of very critical parents. Something little like this can give a lot of insight.