Well, I had a week!
Nothing truly worth worrying about. A crisis like the one we’re living through casts a fresh light on everyday stressors. And my week was full of those. Some were work-related, but most of it was actually household stuff.
Early in the week, the patch of peeling paint in my bathroom that I’d been suspicious of for a while—but had of course procrastinated on investigating—turned into a major ceiling leak. Because everyone is working remotely and in a limited capacity, it took a few days for the leak to be looked at, the source of it located, the problem fixed. There’s still a big hole in the ceiling that needs drying and patching up, and it’s not yet clear when that’ll happen.
There was also a broken front doorknob in my building, an issue with the mail, an AC unit that finally gave out after nearly nine years of use, and a few other things. None of it a big deal, really, but in the aggregate, it all got under my skin. After plenty of miscommunication and stalled communication about the wet bathroom, which is still full of dust and plaster, I found myself on edge. I left my management company worried, frustrated voicemails. I dashed off gruff responses to a few friendly texts. I snapped at my mom when she checked in about the repairs.
I felt crummy about this, of course. Throughout the current crisis, I’ve been lucky enough to shelter in a livable home space, within a walkable neighborhood. I’ve had the ability to get essential supplies, healthcare, and enough proximity to distantly care for my mom. I’ve had community, friendship, continued access to therapy. It’s not the time to get worked up about disruptions within the apartment that has kept me safe.
But as I found myself sinking into embarrassment and regret, I also remembered some words from Pema Chödron’s Start Where You Are, which is a really good read in those moments when you look in the mirror and don’t like what you see. Chödron writes, “Tonglen practice (and all meditation practice) is not about later, when you get it all together and you’re this person you really respect . . . Just where you are—that’s the place to start.”
She also says, “It is unconditional compassion for ourselves that leads naturally to unconditional compassion for others. If we are willing to stand fully in our own shoes and never give up on ourselves, then we will be able to put ourselves in the shoes of others and never give up on them.”
I’ve probably shared these quotes before, and if I have, sorry for the repetition. But if you’re the kind of person who makes challenges harder than they need to be by applying a layer of self-loathing to your own responses, they’re words worth re-reading.
When the people I love are a little snippy with me, or even when they do things that hurt my feelings, I always try to better understand what’s going on with them. It helps me to remember that people sometimes behave irritably or aggressively because they’re in pain or feeling threatened; maybe there’s been some misunderstanding that triggers an old, deep insecurity or wound. Being willing to imagine (or better yet, listen to) another person’s experience allows me not to take things more personally than I need to. I can process the misunderstanding or hurt and move on.
Lately, I’m trying to extend this same kind of thinking to myself. Home is a lifeline for all of us right now, since it’s really the only place that we can safely be. Given what’s going on outside, it makes sense that disruptions to my home space made me snap. I felt worried, and I also felt powerless: unable to fix the problem and not sure when or if anyone else could help me.
I prefer myself when I’m acting rationally, calmly, and patiently. But it’s important to look at myself gently and compassionately when I’m not being that way, just as I’d try to regard another person who was acting frustrated or upset. Cultivating that sense of compassion, gentleness, and humor has been very healing, and what Chödron says is true: the more self-compassionate I become—the more I’m able to forgive my foibles and moments of weakness—the more able I am to love and embrace others.
Wishing you self-compassion in the moments when you need it the most. Here are some recipes and reads.
Super eager to try Lindsay’s mushroom pesto bowls, but may test out the tempeh version first!
Think I’ve found my next comfort food feast: Hannah’s awesome looking chicken potato pot pie.
…maybe I’ll make that a double comfort food feast! Pia’s heavily layered lasagna also looks incredible.
I’ve made berry muffins and chocolate muffins before, but I’ve never tried the combo. This batch is calling to me.
1. Elise Hu reflects on what she learned from writing letters to strangers during the crisis.
2. Linking to this article, if only because I laughed out loud at “Blursday” (and I need to get better at getting dressed these days).
3. I didn’t expect to find myself reading up on space travel right now, but this article looks at space missions as a window into the impact of isolation and homesickness on mental health. It’s timely and interesting.
4. When I was living in DC, I had the pleasure of connecting with Dr. Gregory Katz, who was at the time juggling medical training with being the cofounder of a plant-based snack brand. Greg works as a cardiologist in NYC now, and I was touched by his meditation on how it feels to be greeted as a health hero.
For what it’s worth, I do regard doctors as heroes through all of this. But I really like Greg’s point about the importance of widening our circle of appreciation to include and celebrate health care workers who have fewer protections than physicians.
5. As we move into Memorial Day, a sad, sobering, and important tribute from the New York Times to the lives lost in the coronavirus crisis.
Happy Sunday, friends. And to those who’ll be finding some socially distanced way to celebrate or observe it, a happy Memorial Day. I’ll be back here with a nice, summery dessert.
In honor of the long weekend (and because my boyfriend and I found ourselves ensnared by a mini-marathon of The Americans last night), I’m posting Weekend Reading today. I hope you’ve been enjoying this Labor Day, and whether it’s a holiday for you or not, I hope that you’ve been having a wonderful Monday. It’s about 90 degrees and humid here in NYC, but I’m still getting kinda excited for oatmeal season. Katie’s blueberry maple baked oatmeal looks like just the thing for…
Greetings, friends. I hope you’ve been enjoying some weekend rest. If you didn’t catch yesterday’s post, then you’re in for a sweet treat — literally! I’m giving away a copy of Denise Mari‘s wonderful cookbook, Organic Avenue, and I’m also sharing Denise’s recipe for snazzy snickerdoodle macaroons–vegan, raw, and gluten free. They’re fantastic, and you should check the giveaway out. And you should also check out the following inspiring recipes. I’m all about hearty bowls this week. First, a recipe from Karina’s archives:…
Happy Sunday, everyone. This weekend has been marked by celebratory occasions, including my good friend Ethan’s birthday yesterday and Steven’s and my 16-month anniversary today (yes, we still count the months). These things, coupled with work for a few new clients, have helped the weekend to fly by so far. No weekend is too busy, though, for a little weekend reading! To begin with, I’m totally smitten by the idea of these savory chickpea dumplings in a fragrant, curry tomato sauce, courtesy of…
I’m shaking off the last aches and sniffles of a summer cold this morning, but my grumpiness about the cold is being offset by my delight in a beautiful, dry, and clear morning here in NYC. It’s been damp and gray for the last few days—good weather for staying home and sipping tea, but a little dreary overall. It’s nice to see the sun. I’ve been reading some articles on loneliness in the last day or two, both published in The New Scientist….