It is Wednesday evening. Well, actually, if this were July instead of November, I’d be saying its afternoon but since darkness has settled fully in for the night, I’ll call it evening. Ah, look at me getting sidetracked with mundane details already! The power of my inherent ability for procrastination never ceases to astonish me with its pervasiveness. Today has been very slow and lazy. I’ve barely moved from the couch since I woke up at 5:30AM. Ahhh! The wonderful coffee-is-done-brewing gurgling sound is drifting from the kitchen into my ears. Let me go get a cup and then we’ll talk about my coffee addiction. Ok. Settling in.
So, yes, I have a raging coffee addiction these days. Honestly, I’ve probably had it for years, it just hasn’t been this bad in a long time. I just can’t stop drinking it. I’ve tried making half-caf, I’ve tried fully decaf, I’ve tried switching it out with tea of various flavors, etc. If anything, my efforts at quitting actually seem to further strengthen the pull to drink it. But, alas, what we resist persists, as Carl Jung so succinctly observed. I am pretty sure that quote originated with Jung, but to give accurate credit, I’ve actually heard many teachers use the term. It’s a fundamental truth of Earthly existence really; a universal law even. Last Spring when I first started fully stepping up and into my life with loving-kindness and mindfulness practice I witnessed this phenomena first hand. At that point, I’d been hopelessly struggling against drug addiction for years. Literally, my every waking moment was spent either somewhere in the process of doing drugs AND/OR running a constant tape in my head about how I needed to stop, needed to get away from a,b, and c. I was brutally berating myself for not being strong enough, smart enough, good enough, or ultimately even capable of living without drugs. Finally, out of sheer desperation and surrender, I read a book called “The Mindful Path to Self-Compassion” by Christopher Germer.
One of the first ideas put forth in that wonderful book was the concept of radical acceptance. It suggested that we have been mistakenly taught to try to fix the apparent problems in our lives. Our whole culture reflects this. What the author writes flips that right on its head. Rather than staying in that futile place of struggle, he suggests simply accepting the so-called problem. To take it a step further (this part was crazy-talk to me!) he instead says to engage with the thing formerly seen as a problem from a place of loving-kindness. So, instead of me beating myself up day after day over getting high, I began to step back and take a wider view. I saw myself as a young child defenseless and chock-full of fear. The child version of me fought hard, keeping on her brave face and trying to push Me away. There was a lot of resistance as this part of Me has been incredibly uncomfortable around genuine kindness and since the present Me was approaching her with a wide open and gushingly loving heart, that poor little girl freaked! I sat with her, patiently inviting her to say whatever she needed to say and basically allow her outbursts to expend themselves of the pressurized energy of overwhelming fear and self-loathing. But, anyway, the point is that once I engaged this process of first simply accepting myself as-is, and then being deliberately compassionate toward the parts of myself that were hurting and angry, I found myself noting on the calendar that I’d passed my first thirty days of sobriety without even realizing. Most significantly- without trying to stay clean.
For the last couple months my coffee consumption has been a source of anxiety, comfort, escape, and lots and lots of peeing (lolJ). There was a point probably around June/July when I’d gotten myself down to one 12 when I woke up and another one sometime in the afternoon. Summer heat also encouraged me to drink a lot of water, which I’m having trouble doing now. As I got more depressed and lethargic and as the temperature dropped I started drinking more and more coffee. As I increase my coffee intake, I experience a parallel increase in anxiety, fatigue, and inability to concentrate, and even some urinary health symptoms including repeated UTI’s. Because of residual neurological damage from the spinal cord injury in 2000, I already have issues with urgency and frequenting the bathroom waaaay more than I’d like to. That commercial for OAB reminds me of the “gotta go, gotta go, gotta go RIGHT NOW!!” dance I do periodically throughout each and every day. It’s insane, really, how much I know that drinking coffee like this is totally unhealthy yet just keep drinking it.
For now I am going to experiment with allowing. I’m going to just drink it when I feel like it and not stress over it. I’m going to lovingly support myself instead of ridiculing myself for not having enough will power to even choose a healthier beverage. I am going to also bring this same acceptance to my aversion to water. Instead of pressuring myself to drink more of it, I’m going to flip the perspective around to that of gratitude. I am grateful to have freely available, clean, safe, and hydrating water flowing from the faucets conveniently located right here in my apartment. Much of the world community does not have that blessing and I feel very privileged to be able to sustain that basic need without external barriers. Ah HA!! It’s already working J As I wrote that sentence, I looked around at the table in front of me to see if I have a glass of water handy. I do not, and now it’s 5:55PM and a teleseminar that I want to listen to starts in five minutes. I’m going to close with a question. Can you see anything in your life that is like my relationship with coffee? Something that you resent yourself for doing/not doing because in all actuality it’s really a simple and easy thing to do and yet you are apparently stuck in a habitual rut with it? I’d love to hear how you approach your resistances.
I love you all and thank you deeply for being here with me as I bring myself center and open up to the world.