Random Thoughts.....

Why aren’t all drawers some shade of brown?

Seems white was a real bold dream of success in daily operations of life.
Same reason hotel bedsheets, dr coats, and other stuff is white. Bleach.
 
I must be getting old. Took the tiny terrorist to chattanooga to go the aquarium and zoo (not worth it). And realized I dont like these 1 night mini vacations. To much packing, driving and running to really enjoy it.
None of us do, but it’s not about you anymore……if they enjoy it it’s worth it.
 
I must be getting old. Took the tiny terrorist to chattanooga to go the aquarium and zoo (not worth it). And realized I dont like these 1 night mini vacations. To much packing, driving and running to really enjoy it.
How old is your child 18 months- 2yrs or about that? I remember those days. Traveling/going on vacation with kids that age is a lot of work, and at times not fun at all. Years later, they won't even remember it either. Take lots of pictures so you can show them. My brain seems to mostly let go/forget the difficult parts, which is probably some survival mechanism. It goes by fast. My son is 15 now, and I sometimes get depressed about how certain stages of growing up are gone.
 
Man my day has been throw in a funk.
Riding in at dark 30 this AM listening to a podcast and a guy said something that sort of stopped me in my tracks. And has made my mind spin this morning with a perspective I'd never really considered.

It made me go and grab the transcript and ave the quote. To be fair warning - this is long. The author in question is talking about a relationship like marriage, but its really hitting me more in friendship and business colleague senses.
Anyway, since its mind fucked my Monday, figured Id share it with others for the same (potential) effect.


“I wrote this essay. This came to me when you were talking about the fact that you stayed in a marriage for longer than you should have done, and that you'd used a skill that had got you a lot of accolade in your military career, but it had damaged you when it came to your relationship. The curse of psychological strength.

Everyone has a limit, an end to the amount of discomfort that they can cope with. This is obvious physically. Some people can lift more and run further than others. But how much emotional pain, upset or disappointment a person can endure is subtler and harder to detect. It's not apparent in the size of someone's arms, but the capacity of their nervous system. It's not a weight that you can see on a squat rack. It's their ability to carry a heavy emotional load. This psychological strength can be a good thing. You're able to handle more than most.

You don't bulk up pain. You keep pushing through regardless of how you feel. But too much strength can be a weakness.

High performers are particularly vulnerable to this trap. Psychological strength is rewarded almost everywhere.

In the gym, it's discipline.

In business, it's grit.

In public, it's composure.

You become the person who can handle it, who doesn't complain, who pushes through when others would quit.


Your ability to ignore how you feel and keep moving forward earns admiration, builds your career and creates momentum. But what you are praised for in public, you often pay for in private. Relationships don't reward endurance, they require attunement.
If your default strategy in life is to absorb discomfort and override warning signs, you will do exactly that when someone repeatedly hurts you. You'll rationalize it, reframe it, decide it's your job to make it work. And the stronger you are, the longer you can stay.
What looks like strength from the outside becomes self-abandonment on the inside. You've trained yourself to believe that struggle is noble and difficulty is meaningful. So when love feels destabilizing, it doesn't register as a warning, it feels like a challenge.

And challenges are your thing. But a relationship isn't a marathon to be endured, it's a place to feel safe. The qualities that make you formidable in the arena can quietly make you miserable in your own living room.

“Let's say that you're dating and feel like a side character in your own relationship. You put them first and they put you sixth. The rupture is regular and the repair is absent.

Lower resilience, less stubborn people, would have broken long ago and said, I'm out. But not you. You're the Jocko Willink of psychological suffering.

Forget carrying the boats, you'll carry the whole fleet forever. In these situations, you're faced with a much tougher problem. Not how much can you tolerate, but how much do you want to tolerate.

Perhaps this is what you had to do as a child. If your needs weren't noticed, your sadness was ignored and your feelings didn't matter, then you become accustomed to pushing through disconnection in order to make those relationships function. If child you learns, I need to work hard to be loved, then adult you believes, if I am not loved, I just need to work harder.”

“You've achieved 10,000 hours of ignoring your own needs. You can't tell people how you feel without first worrying about how it'll make them feel. You unconsciously believe that suffering is the price of connection and that silent subjugation is noble.

You basically think, I should be able to tolerate the intolerable in order to make this work.”
 
“You've achieved 10,000 hours of ignoring your own needs. You can't tell people how you feel without first worrying about how it'll make them feel. You unconsciously believe that suffering is the price of connection and that silent subjugation is noble.

You basically think, I should be able to tolerate the intolerable in order to make this work.”
So then the big question in my mind is "Is that right or wrong?" As a man, I feel a certain duty to endure so that my wife and kids don't have to, and I'm sure you and many others feel the same. But it also has to be a reciprocal relationship to a certain extent. I'll handle the hard stuff, if I don't have to handle other things. Where do you draw the line? I want to be the strong example for my kids. On the flip side...If you are pouring into a cup with a hole in the bottom, and its never full, what's the point?
 
I just got a windshield camera for my car. It's funny/not funny, listening to my rant on the highway the other day. People aren't supposed to be a pain in my ass at 5:30 in the am.
Careful w/ those things.
As you've just learned they can provide evidence against you!
 
How old is your child 18 months- 2yrs or about that? I remember those days. Traveling/going on vacation with kids that age is a lot of work, and at times not fun at all. Years later, they won't even remember it either. Take lots of pictures so you can show them. My brain seems to mostly let go/forget the difficult parts, which is probably some survival mechanism. It goes by fast. My son is 15 now, and I sometimes get depressed about how certain stages of growing up are gone.
hes just over a year old. it was alot of fun, but also i needed a vacation from my vacation when i got home. i cant wait for him to grow up some more so we can do more things but at the same time i wish he'd stay this way for a while.
 
Man my day has been throw in a funk.
Riding in at dark 30 this AM listening to a podcast and a guy said something that sort of stopped me in my tracks. And has made my mind spin this morning with a perspective I'd never really considered.

It made me go and grab the transcript and ave the quote. To be fair warning - this is long. The author in question is talking about a relationship like marriage, but its really hitting me more in friendship and business colleague senses.
Anyway, since its mind fucked my Monday, figured Id share it with others for the same (potential) effect.
And this is exactly why I ended my last marriage and why I spend a lot of time on my own anymore not really connecting with anyone. But at least it's peaceful
 
hes just over a year old. it was alot of fun, but also i needed a vacation from my vacation when i got home. i cant wait for him to grow up some more so we can do more things but at the same time i wish he'd stay this way for a while.
Those aren’t ‘vacations’…they’re ‘family trips’. I enjoyed the cuteness, but got way more enjoyment as a father when my kids got older.
 
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