Deeply accepting yourself leads to relaxation, and better writing
A few days ago I helped my brother move house.
We drink from throwaway cups – water beads on the clear surface, catching the mid-summer, mid-day light.
For about three weeks I have had a knot of tension about half way up my back, on the right hand side. I don’t notice it much, apart from when I’m bending over, or when I press my thumb into it and it sends a shooting pain through my body and makes me feel slightly sick.
I had mentioned this to a friend, and at the beginning of moving day he reminded me to be careful of my back.
Underneath the sofa, the extension lead is a still eel, coiled in a deep sea of dust
I said that if I was honest, I probably wasn’t going to be, and that if I saw something that needed lifting, I would just lift it up, regardless. This wasn’t recklessness, but extreme honesty.
Ironically, if I had paid too much attention to his advice; I might have ended up making my back worse. I know that if I set myself an ideal I can’t reach, or will struggle against, I unconsciously introduce tension into my body. More tension means it’s much easier for me to injure myself. When my body is relaxed, I’m more at ease in the world, more in touch with sensations in the body that might be telling me to slow down, and more aware of my environment – less likely to bump my head or stub my toe. When I’m tense, the opposite is true, and of course I’m much more likely to damage a muscle. Flexibility is more robust than firmness. Nassim Nicholas Taleb calls it anti-fragile.
I used to have sleepless nights. They are rare these days, but still happen once in a while. If I try hard to get to sleep, it makes the sleeplessness worse. The conflict between reality – I am having a sleepless night – and my ideal – being asleep – pushes more energy into the sleeplessness, wherever it comes from – and I get frustrated. If I say to myself, “It looks like I’ll be awake for a while”, I begin to relax, making it more likely I will fall asleep, and in the meantime, because I’ve accepted the situation, I make the best of it: make a cup of deep-green mint tea, read another chapter of my novel, sit with the Buddha…
The half turned on light hums and crackles. We have bought the wrong bulb again.
When we tune into our real situation, when we accept what it, moment to moment, we stop struggling against what is true and relax. We open ourselves up to the world. We notice what we couldn’t notice before, when we were busy trying ourselves in knots. We can write more clearly about the world, because we are touching more of the world, and we can write more clearly about what it means to be human, because we are touching more of our humanity.