I wanted to be an astronaut when I was child, not only because I loved science and science fiction (I was 12 when Star Wars hit the big screen - sigh), but also the leave the abusive volatility around me behind.
However, I struggled to pass to emotional centrifugal force test, instead withdrawing into non-confrontational vastness of my soul's uncharted space.
And for a kid that's one of the safest places to be. The inside space. Down deep.
Unfortunately as an adult a self-destructive cycle developed: extended non-confrontational withdrawal to explosive pique; all-or-nothing scenario.
That really sucked and not the way to sustain oneself or any relationships. Then 12 years ago I incrementally began to better my centrifugal force stamina, learning that being direct lessened my "hurl" factor, and being less reactive and more mindful really helped me to "elevate" in most situations.
To focus, assess and respond to any highly-charged situation swiftly yet methodically, appropriately and without excess emotion.
To rise above.
It takes a lot of friggin' focus and work, that's for sure.
Like the nicotine patches I remember wearing when quitting smoking for the nth time, I started imagining slapping on a "elevate" patch prior to personal or professional emotional confrontation of any kind.
Like the past few days when my mom was in the hospital hundreds of miles from home and I spoke with my sister to whom I haven't spoken with in over a year.
That was a three-patcher, but well worth throwing Mama and Bea in the car and driving down there to help my parents and spending time with my sister, niece and nephew. First time they've met Beatrice.
The 40-70 rule applies and it's time to work together on this one. I call it fixing a hero sandwich.
What's in the elevate patch you ask? Whatever helps you rise above; every prescription is unique to its user.
From now on I'm gonna wear the elevate patch 24/7/364.
C'mon, gimee one day off, would ya'? (In space no one can hear you scream...)