Percolating

It is already much too late for me to be writing this, but here I am, racing against the clock, furiously typing these words just to get it out of my head so I can sleep instead of processing the blog....
  Having a writers heart and mind can be a tricky thing sometimes. You tend to not see the world as others most likely look at things.... I find myself always analyzing people; how they move, what they say, how they say it, body language, posture, and the gut instinct.  People watching..always a fun pasttime.
  Also not the point of this blog.

  Was speaking with a friend recently and we got to talking about how people think. Some people will overthink things...to the point of immobility. You can think yourself right out of the best ideas and smartest moves you can ever make in your life, given enough time, and enough overthinking.
  Sometimes you just have to not-think. 
I call it Percolating.
  Sometimes you run into a particular troubling problem, be it finances, personal, relational, life goals, family hardships, what have you...
  My friend mentioned how she gets stuck sometimes, thinking about the things that trouble her, to the point of overthinking and then jamming up the entire system, locking her into a feeling of immobility.  Its all a mind game, but its as real as having an anchor around ones waist.
  I told my friend that when things are heavy, when the troubles start to stack up.. I will usually just listen to music and let it percolate.... 
  The art of un-thinking. Allowing the issue to simmer on the mental back burner, kind of like when you forget something you were going to tell someone and just keep going and after a short while it comes back to you... sort of like that....
  She said that what I do is a Zen-like state of meditation.  That monks strive to do that in order to achieve a Zenlike state and peace within oneself.
  Well, Zenlike, Im not sure of... but percolating seems to work, and its something I have worked into my hardwiring quite awhile back..when life was really tough and there were alot of issues.
  Sometimes you cannot percolate, the issues must be dealt with in an immediate manner, and usually I will follow my gut and my brain in unison.  Things tend to go down the right road when I do that as well, but the notion of my thought process actually being meditation 1) tickled me a bit and 2) made some things click mentally.
  If I can leave things for a bit..just chew on it in the back of my mind, wrestle through the issues..my subconscious mind seems to draw the lines for me... I simply connect those dots consciously after a bit of time.  Like a computer doing the math equation for me, I just write in the answer.
  Its kind of cool actually.
  I was oddly flattered that my friend mentioned that, simply because it validated my thought process which, I admit, seemed a bit procrastinational (is that a word?) and almost lazy.
  Its not.  I started thinking like that on my own, but really learned the tricks of it when I started martial arts. Saturday morning classes were always meditation/stretching(yoga)/and patterns. I found that slowly doing a pattern of martial art, would calm my mind, force me to focus on what my body was doing, and only think about that... but my mind would still think out problems on its own... I was meditating and I didnt know it heh. how is that for modesty?
  It was a cool realization, and Im glad its been verbalized, because it works and its nice to have some form of name to the methodology. 
  There are a few serious things I have been working on, allowing to percolate. I find I am at peace with two of the three issues right now.  I think I have figured them out, at least the next steps for each of them. I think. Heh, the joy of life is that things change, and so does the game plan... Always an adventure though! 

 The other thing to note, that really flattered me, completely unintentionally (I think those are the BEST compliments, the ones that were never really meant to be).
  Was out with a couple of friends from my old job, one from RBC, one from MTS, and the MTS friend didnt know the folks I knew when I was in training at MTS... so she was chatting up one of my trainee friends and mentioned she had met me, and my former coworker said the coolest thing ever... "Zammit stuck up for us in training."
  Theres a big (Ugly) back story to this which I wont bother with... but my friend relayed this all to me about the former coworker saying that, then ANOTHER former trainee person popped HER head over the wall at work and said "Oh yeah, he stuck up for people, he was a good guy"...
  She texted me all of that..It really made my day.  Its not often that you hear good things gossiped about you long after you have left a place...and hell, I wasnt even there for very long at all....
  I can handle that brand of gossip. I can handle leaving a positive impression when I leave a job.  I can handle the challenges in my life currently, with a little patience, luck, and positive attitude...
....and a little percolating.

...Im out people.

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