Brain Bubble

I have a bit of an unusual take on body positivity. I love my body. I love my body. But I'm more or less neutral on my physical appearance. On the whole, I feel vaguely positive about it, but only very weakly so. There are a few features I quite like. Mostly I don't give it a lot of thought. But I love my body. I love biking 30 miles to give people cookies, or 100 miles to see my partner. I love that I can bench 100 pounds or squat 200. At a simpler level, I love the feeling of warming up on a cold day, or stepping into air conditioning on a hot day. I love the feeling of my partners' hands touching me, and I love being able to use my body to make other people happy. I love tasting a fresh berry that I just picked, or smelling bread that I made with my own hands.  I love my body because of the things that it can do. How it looks is something for other people. Enough people seem happy with that, but it's not my big concern. What I care about is all the things it does for...

Recently, I went to an osteopath to talk about some joint issues and wandering joint pain. I'm hypermobile, and, because of this, my joints are kind of stupid. This means that, frequently, I'm having trouble with some joint. The complication of this, is that it might be my right hip this week, my left ankle the next week, and my left shoulder the week after that. This means that trying to treat the specific one doesn't really make a lot of sense, because it will be something else next week, and the underlying cause isn't going away. I've heard from some people that osteopaths can be really helpful for taking this seriously and thinking about approaches for moving forward. The one I went to was wonderful, took plenty of time with me and took me seriously. I'm working on following up on her recommendations, and that's all great. That's not really what I'm here to talk about. I was a little nervous going into this, because I've always thought about ...

This morning, I spent 15 minutes processing an email task. That sounds routine, except that the email and the task had been sitting around for literally months. A truly ridiculous and embarrassing amount of time for a trivial task. There was nothing particularly terrible about this email. It was just impossible.  The impossible task is something I struggle with a lot. I am not going to talk in this post about how I get myself to do impossible tasks. As demonstrated above, I don't have a great solution. If I did, they wouldn't be impossible anymore. I can talk in the future about how I try to deal with them, but the truth is, I often fail. Sometimes for months, like with the stupid email. What I am going to talk about is how I try to have failing to do the impossible task not spill over to be a problem in the rest of my life. The biggest issue with impossible tasks is that sometimes the fact that I can't do that, means I also can't do anything else, because that's th...