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What’s up with “Schiny”?

Schiny is a nickname given to me years ago by a close friend. (It is also a replacement term for “awesome” for BrownCoats*. ) It got lengthened to SchinyGirl sometimes, which led to my beloved SchinyCar, may she RIP, although a better thought is that her parts were donated and are keeping another beloved Miata roaring down the road. I also have a SchinyCave (converted garage) and a SchinyPad tablet.

Just so you’ll know.

Short post today, cuz, ah, it’s Get Working on Novels Again Day.  Not even a Proust Questionnaire entry.

Just so you’ll know.

*see Firefly,  Joss Whedon

Wait, why did I start a blog???

One evening last week, honestly, I just all of a sudden thought “I’ll start a blog!” I had never, ever considered starting one before, nor did I have any idea how to do it, but a couple hours later SchinyDays.net was born. Amazing! Over the past week I have spent countless hours learning WordPress (thanks, WP folks, for the helpful support pages, and especially for using the guy with the awesome voice for the “Adding an ‘about me’ page” video; I’m melting!). I feel quite accomplished (of course, not as accomplished as the people who designed WordPress – well done, folks!), and a little proud. One of the best parts: I’m not feeling any “will anyone read it?” pangs. I’m just stoked to have done it by myself and to have a place to process ideas and get into the habit of writing, because I hereby announce to the universe that on May 18, 2015, I’ll resume working on novels I began years ago. Starting the blog has loosened up my hands and reminded me how pleasurable writing can be. It has also reminded me of the satisfying feelings of dedication, discipline, and diligence.  

So yeah, not writing the blog to address social injustice, change anyone’s views, or get you to buy something. I’m just warming up.

And as Cali Williams Yost is quoted, “I blog because I am.”

Take care, folks!

Proust Questionnaire Question of the Day: What is your idea of perfect earthly happiness?

Sunning myself on a deserted beach, running my hands through warm sand, a soft fresh breeze nuzzling my body, gentle waves lapping the shore, a bowl of fresh fruit waiting for me under a palm tree, no place to be other than here . . . Um, maybe toss in the WordPress audio guy talking to me with his voice like honey?

Feeling RED!

I’ve known it well – too well! – the searing, red-hot, eyes widening, sharp intake of breath signaling an attack of ANGER! Just thinking about past skirmishes knots my gut. YUCK. I logged many hours being angry; gladly I’ve also logged many hours examining and recovering from it. I examined it because I very much did not like the feeling of being not in control of myself; I kept looking because the insights I discovered about how my mind works were so gratifying. Some of the coolest and most helpful realizations included coming to understand the root of anger, something Pema Chodron labels as shenpa, or “getting hooked.” (For more on Pema’s exploration into anger, I whole-heartedly recommend her enlightening and engaging audiobook Don’t Bite the Hook: Finding Freedom from Anger Resentment and Other Destructive Emotions.)

But in this morning’s reading, I was exposed to a novel view of anger, and I like this very much, too. I’ve always considered anger a very, very bad thing, to be avoided, and if that’s not possible, to be worked through, examined, and always, always, to be kept in its deep and frightening black hole of sticky gunk. Furthermore I had only ever considered it as the result of something, the end. But this new view, as I understand it, posits anger as a helpful tool – the beginning of something bright and good. That’s news I can use!

Here’s more:
“Sloth, apathy, and despair are the enemy. Anger is not. Anger is our friend. Not a nice friend. Not a gentle friend. But a very, very loyal friend. It always tells us when we have been betrayed. It will always tell us when we have betrayed ourselves. It will always tell us that it is time to act in our own best interest. Anger is not the action itself. It is action’s invitation.”  Julia Cameron, The Artist’s Way, page 62

This view puts anger in the role as valuable guide, shining a strong clear light on what needs to be reckoned with, addressed, and solved. Not that the solution is automatically presented; anger is there as a bright flashing signal pointing directly at an area that needs attention, in an arms flailing, “Danger! Danger! Will Robinson!”, pay attention NOW sort of way. “Anger is a tool, not a master” Julia Cameron tells us.

Good stuff.

I wondered what sort of photograph to attach to the blog as anger is not something I normally photograph! I did have a lovely RED photo of a Saipan sunset though, but sunsets rarely make me angry, especially exquisite ones like this.  It’s good to balance things!

Proust Questionnaire Question of the Day: Who is your favorite hero of fiction?

Oh golly, another ‘est’ question! I have to pick one? That’s very hard, but Kostya Levin of Anna Karenina would definitely be a contender.  A decent, very human, and very flawed hero.

“Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think if only you try!” Dr. Seuss

Today’s topic, ladies and gentlemen, is creativity. I am currently reading a terrific book about this subject, so of course it is on my mind daily.

I had always thought of the word solely as it applies to the artistic world, but while (also currently) reading a biography of Einstein, I’ve expanded my view. Here’s a broader definition that is more Einstein-y:

Creativity is tendency to generate or recognize ideas, alternatives, or possibilities that may be useful in solving problems, communicating with others, and entertaining ourselves and others.

Einstein certainly was able to look at the world freshly, seeing possible realities other great thinkers could not comprehend.

And there are myriad creation stories explaining beginnings; Hawaiians have the epic Kumulipo. In fact, doesn’t every tribe or group or culture or even club have one? “This is how we started . . .”

On a much simpler scale, we can arrange pre-existing objects to create something brand new every day.

But I’ve also come to think of creativity as what’s happening around us and inside of us every second of every day without our effort or knowledge: change. Each moment is brand new, emerging, blossoming. Things have never come together in the exact same way as they are now . . . and now . . . and now, and they never will again. In fact, all we actually have is this moment . . . But I can’t swerve there right now: I’ll stick with just creativity tonight.

I certainly know that when I am in the process of creating, as in writing – or rather as in allowing a story to be written – I feel extremely good and excited and vibrant. My body even trembles when I’m way deep into things. Even when I merely cook or bake or garden, which I think of as simple forms of creatively, I get jazzed; I feel authentic. It’s quite powerful. And watching a live dance or music performance or theater production of other people’s creative expressions, well, it’s wonderful. Joyful. And deep: there are some pieces of music that cause me to weep each time I hear them.

What a pleasant way to spend an evening: hashing out an idea. Not momentous like Einstein’s “thought experiments” but exploring ideas and concepts is pleasurable all the same. I start somewhere and it leads here and there, the threads of connectivity snaking everywhere. Cool.

One last fun detail about creativity: I get to live in a place that is daily, obviously, and vigorously creating itself – the amazing Island of Hawaii!

Today’s takeaway: today while I sat in my car in the library parking lot finishing a smoothie I had just purchased, a car pulled in next to mine, and I saw that the driver was drinking a smoothie from the same shop, and I blurted out, “Hey!” The man startled, but when he saw that I was toasting him with my similar smoothie cup, he laughed, and then began to tell me how much he liked that store over all the other smoothie places he regularly visits as he works around the island. He said it was the best smoothie shop for so many reasons, emphasizing how much he enjoyed going there. Then, ridiculously, I said “Yeah, but the parking lot is a nightmare.” Then a moment later, I continued, “I can’t believe I just said such a negative thing when you were saying such positive things.” He laughed again and immediately replied, “If you’re talking to strangers, you’re doing the right thing.” What a nice guy, and I bet he’s right. If we always talked to strangers, maybe we’d blur all the us/them lines.

Proust Questionnaire Question of the Day: When and where were you happiest?

Looking for an “est” of anything does not sit well with me: it feels so limiting. I’d rather have quantity than quality! But I can clearly remember one extremely happy moment decades ago when I received a congratulations letter for a prestigious scholarship that included a travel grant. After reading the first line, I clutched the letter to my heart and shouted, “I’m going to Paris!” Man o man, it still feels awesome!

Busyness

When I decided to leave my job, I had all these ideas about how my life would be and go, and some of those ideas turned out as I expected, but not many, and not precisely as I expected, but I suppose that’s to be expected? Our imaginings and reality are nearly always (always?) quite different, n’est-ce pas? Some things turned out way better than I ever could have hoped, and then there have been all the surprises. A better-than-hoped-for example is that I did not expect so much happiness and contentment so soon, so yea for that. Fortunately, the surprises are mainly mundane concerns – no existential angst, or anything like that, thank goodness. Just normal everyday stuff I hadn’t considered. For instance, I now know how much I was addicted to and lucky to have the fine internet access I had at work. My home is in a rural area, with no decent internet available, so today I spent three hours at the public library downtown with all my devices spread about me, catching data and getting powered up. I admit, this may not seem like that big a deal, but not being able to look up or download something easily, instantly, has really altered my day-to-day processing of life! Additionally, I imagined I’d be saving all kinds of money not driving to work everyday; what I didn’t consider was that my electric bill would soar since I’m home turning things on constantly. Another thing that’s tripping me out is how little spare time I have! I’d envisioned lots of down/quiet time, but, ah, yeah, nope, that is not the case! Each day’s to-do list is so long that even my iPad calendar comments on it: “Tomorrow’s a really busy day. You’ve got 27 things scheduled!” Part of the busyness to be sure is because I’ve added several daily tasks, like writing Daily Pages (lots more on that later!) and sticking with my meditation practice, and those take chunks of time (and morning time at that, morning time having always been my most productive time). I’m also cooking up a storm, finishing long wished-for projects and learning new things (WordPress!), along with a daily exercise regimen (ah, lots more on that later too!). So, sounds dumb and duh, I know, but just in case you are as un-thorough as I was, take it from me and be prepared for everyday surprises should you too decide to overhaul your life.

Proust Questionnaire Question of the Day: Which words or phrases do you most overuse?

“In reality . . .”

Yo, world!

Today is Monday, May 11, 2015, the first day of my blogging life, and 41 days since my freedom from an unloved job of 21 years. Right after I gave notice, I heard a song for the first time that perfectly described how I was feeling:

“It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life
For me
And I’m feeling good.”

Yes!  That’s me!  From now on and for the rest of my days, I will try to live all I can (it’s a mistake not to, to paraphrase Henry James – thanks, Martin). And, yeah, baby, I gotta say, I am feeling good!  I am feeling happy for the first time in way too long, so long I’d forgotten what happiness felt like. So, this blog is going to be about the how of finding happiness for me, and maybe inspiring others to find happiness for themselves.

My two main efforts so far are:

1. Polishing up my creativity.

2. Getting back into a regular dance practice.

Let’s see how I do!