Friday, October 26, 2012

Redirecting Negative Energy

To accomplish more, one must redirect their mental energy by continuously reminding themselves of all the things that they do right.

I believe that there is a dichotomy that exists between individuals pertaining to how to react to negative energy that comes into their lives. Negative energy can overtake some individuals and create an immense sense of guilt. Many times this sense of guilt is a sense fault of guilt that results because the person begins to believe that they've created the issue. This is not always the case and this guilt can linger what feels like forever. This represents my feelings when someone informs me that I've made an error or tells me something negative. I begin to believe that it is all my fault, it's changed their entire perception of me, and that I must do something to make up for what distraught I've cause. The other type doesn't take negative energy very seriously. They feel that they've been wronged in some way and these feelings leave them not wanting to do anything to make up for issues. It makes them want to not be around the situation. If you put these two very differing worldviews together it creates absolute chaos. One party longs to make up for her impotence, while the other just longs for that person to leave them alone. 

How do we fix these issues? I've come to decide that no matter what you've said or done you have to realize that it has been said or done. You can't do anything to take back any comments you make. You can sit and be like me feeling guilty and longing to make it up for someone. You can be the person who just wants to avoid contact, but both of these approaches will not fix any sorts of problems. They will only enhance the negative energy, giving it a place to fester and grow. This year I have decided to implement an experiment on my own being. That is, I intend to attempt to redirect any negative either towards myself or that I expel and try to remind myself of all that I do right. It's easy for me to blame myself, call myself terrible, and believe that I am the reason for a lot of things. I end up blaming myself for things I have not done wrong. 


What am I? I am a daughter, sister, aunt, girlfriend, friend, and loving mother to only a mere 9 birds. To truly understand what I do right and be able to remind myself of this while I experience negative energy I need to hone in on these positive experiences. The ones that leave me feeling as though I'm enacting life in the correct way. Thus I shall touch on some of these very happy moments of my life.

As a daughter I have striven to make both my mother and father proud of me. Some say that this attempt to make my parents proud is silly, as I should be making myself proud. It makes me proud to be able to call them my parents and have something to show for what wonderful parents they were. I don't believe that I could be where I am without their influence and thus I must show the world how incredible they are. My father's face when I've done something to make him proud leaves me feeling as though I have accomplished my goal as a daughter. To do things that prove he's done an incredible job as a father. My mother telling me my writing was wonderful left me inspired to continue to write. As she's passed I have questioned my abilities. I at times feel lost, but I have to remember the times she was proud of me and bragged about my accomplishments to keep me motivated. My father and I can fight at times and I believe this to be because we are so similar to one another. We also can sit and talk for hours about the meaning of life in a coffee shop, not wanting to be anywhere else but there in that moment. When we fight I need to hold onto those positive experiences instead of leaving feeling as though I am a failure of a daughter. 

As a sister I have always wanted to show my brother I cared and would always be there for him. Out of all the people I've fought with in life I'd say he is probably who I've fought with the most. We are siblings and it's almost a responsibility as a sibling to bicker at times. This dyad is in no way perfect, but we also offer support for one another. When mom and dad didn't allow us to do something we'd stand for each others rights. This is a unique experience that is much admired. It helped to have a brother who was so close in age, because we were experiencing the same type of life cycles during similar periods so we could better help stabilize one another. When we fight I must remember how many times he has gone out of his way to help support me. Having a sister is a very unique experience, especially one that is 10 years older than you. It's hard to build a relationship with someone who is in such a different stage of life than you. Now that I'm older I can truly appreciate the benefit of having a sister, especially one that is older. She acts as a second mother serving and protecting. It's also beneficial to ask her about her past experiences to better equip you for the future.

As an aunt I want to show my nieces love and enable them to feel as though they have a safe place to come to if they need someone. Life can be a challenge and it's beneficial to feel as though you have many different people you can run to whom you trust. I never really had a large family, and the one great aunt I felt I could run to ended up passing fairly early in my life. The absence was especially challenging for me and I hope that I can provide my nieces with that security and love. 

As a girlfriend I hope to become someones life partner. A person who can share many memories with someone and become an important part of their lives. Being a girlfriend now has been a huge reward, because I have someone who I share extremely happy memories. This is another dyad where fights can arise quite frequently. Finances bare a heavy weight on people and the stresses that come with life. We often transmit our stress in our closest relationships and at the moment this is my closest relationship. When fights happen here I often fear losing something of the utmost importance to me. I feel guilt and want to do everything I can to be considered the best girlfriend. What I have to remember is that I'm not always going to be the best, but that at my best I truly am the best. I try very hard to create a happy environment, and most of the time I am successful. I have to remember all the happy times, rather than focus on that moment and my self blaming.

As a friend I hope to be there to provide support, but also to be supported. This is a dyad that is created out of care and security. Nobody wants to be left alone during times of distress. Friendships are there for when you absolutely need someone to cry to. They are also there to share laughs and memories. I feel that I try, as best I can from a distance, to be the best friend possible. My friends are like family to me and if we do fight it's hard to stay away (much like family) there are just some people that will never leave your life. My friends belong in that group. I need to remember just how much they've done for me as I have for them.

As a crazy bird mother.... Well let's just say the though the chirping at times makes me want to suckerpunch them I absolutely love them. I provide them with warmth and love best I can. 



Life is not easy. It's meant to twist you and leave you hanging out to dry. We aren't always going to have the most positive experiences in life, but it's how we handle these experiences that hinder our abilities to move on. I'm never going to be perfect, or an expert on being a positive person. I know that I am emotional and with this there will be feelings of guilt and hurt. There will also be feelings of happiness, pride, and satisfaction. I have to stop self-blaming myself. I am a wonderful person who has worked extremely hard in life to be who I am today. I have had nothing but support by all of the above mentioned people who I serve a role to. I could not be where I am today without them, but I also need to not look for credit from them but myself. I'm tired of making myself feel second best, and as though I am incapable of creating happiness for others. I'm tired of blaming myself for every negative thing that occurs in life. Life is unpredictable. We are inherently flawed, and no one is more correct than the other. Sometimes it's about setting aside differences, and heated moments of negative energies to continue to grow into more positive ones. 

Thanks to all who have loved me through both the negative and positive. You truly are beautiful in every way. 

Lex

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Giving Pain Purpose

The seconds, minutes, months, and years pass as I watch my life continue to fast forward. Patterns emerge as I begin to reflect back on what has occurred in my life. "Move forward", they tell me. Shifting identities, patterns, life cycles who am I? As I begin to progress in my program I am left with a number of questions that still exist in my mind. What am I doing to produce something that has purpose? Perhaps one of the fundamental reasons we attribute purpose to certain experiences is to re-frame our experience of our own internal pains. What inside is inside of us is a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode, but yet we can't. We keep rewiring the bomb to avoid the explosion of what might come. We do this through the use of purpose. If we have purpose and hope in our work, relationships, and lives then how can we ever feel terrible about anything? Or perhaps that's what we suppressing deep within.

Like many others I compare my own experience with others. If I'm unable to understand the experience then I begin to devalue that thought. How ever could someone find purpose in this? What I've found myself asking today is who's to question anyone's purpose? "My mother dying only happened because I was deemed capable enough by some higher power to help others go through this same trauma," I continue to repeat myself. Do I experience pain? Of course not. "My boyfriends cheating on me, leaving me, and hurting me is because I'm not thin enough. I will do something to lose weight so that no one will want to leave me again," I repeat as I watch the miles pass me by feeling my body growing faint with each connection to the pavement. Why must be attribute this purpose to pain we experience? Why can't we function separately from this and if we lack pain why can we still not have purpose in something?

"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND MY PAIN," I scream at those I love the most. Why can't you understand my pain? Why can't you be an amazing person like me and try to enable change and help? Why can't you help me see purpose in my attempts to reduce my own pain? Am I serving my purpose? If my true purpose was to help people then why am I harming those closet to me? Is what I say my purpose actually a true purpose or am I creating purpose to feel less miserable?

Last year I was introduced to my best friend. We met in what my parents would consider an unconventional way. For those of you who don't understand what that means, well it's the internet. To be honest this was a place where I met most of my closet friends. I was always shy and bullied growing up, and this was a place I could hide behind any or all masks that I preferred. There was instant trust with this person and I felt a strange attachment from the start. As the relationship grew we turned from best friends, to lovers who were also gaming best friends. We shared a passion for something that we both placed value on. For once I was able to be myself with someone in real life. Not just through some mediated format to which my sadness and purpose continued to diminish when I really analyzed my own life.

My own fears and pain have begun to inhibit growth with my best friend. He and I share an incredibly strong bond, but because I can't move past these issues I am harming the person that I care about the most. Purpose, what really is the purpose? Have I became so entranced with this idea of helping others that I fail to help the person I am with. Are my goals being linked to pain causing me to not understand purpose outside of pain? Has my pain become my purpose?

My mom is gone. I buried her in April 2011 and the night I sit staring at the ceiling praying for answers from her are going unanswered. My pain from my mother continues to grip my heart and pull me further into the hole of purpose I continue to attempt to create. My mom is deceased and I have to accept that as pain and not purpose. I am not overweight because of being mistreated. Nobody is to blame for what I have done to myself. I have convinced myself from the previous pain of being bullied about weight that nobody could love someone who's appearance mirrors my own. It has become my purpose to exercise and continue unhealthy diets. My purpose should not be in my pain, but in my own purpose in life.

My purpose it to be a good and understand lady to my sir. Sounds like a silly sentence. I am a nerd. I was bullied. I do enjoy ponies, turrets, space, and this little old thing called Halloween. My purpose should not be tied with my pain, but what I truly do want to do. I want to spend time with my best friend and enjoy all the things that he does, but I also want him to have his own purpose even if it doesn't involve me. I've gotten so set on my own worldviews that I don't care to understand others. I can't understand how purpose is not linked with pain, because I failed to see my purpose as linked as pain. If I lose Brandon it will just add to my pain and cause more false purpose. It's time to start attempting to understand. I know this process will not happen overnight, but I intend to try to separate this for my own sake and for those who I love sake.

Yours truly,
Alexis Flowers.