It now seems a bit ironic that my last post, at the end of January, was about finding our true pace in what can be such a frantic world. What I suggested as a task worthy of some thought and consideration has now been imposed on us as we are forced to slow down. Moving fast through the world with a doingness consciousness can become an addiction. Most of us have addictive behaviors, but are not addicts. In fact our addictive behaviors have often served us well to help us cope with and avoid very difficult feeling states or painful situations. As the world has come to an unprecedented screeching halt, this can be the deepest and most meaningful of times — if we chose to take on the challenge.
We can inherit our addictions, and the one I inherited from my mother looks a lot like OCD (Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder). My mother, whose name was Bernice, was nicknamed Baboo Bee (after the kitchen cleanser popular in the 50’s). She scrubbed and cleaned everything continuously, including me. This was particularly frustrating for her and wounding for me because I never stayed clean! I was a constant project for her and I felt like I was a constant disappointment. I had a cousin who always seemed to stay ‘put together’. But not me. One minute after brushing my hair it would recoil and fly out in a million directions. ‘Stay on all day’ lipstick stayed on me for about two minutes, and still does.
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