
Doodle of the Day #12


I prefer everyday comforts to sweeping or dramatic shows of affection. I feel so loved by someone bringing me a cup of coffee.
I never felt as seen or accepted by receiving a gift, or from a public declaration. Just a humble gesture, and I am warmed to the core. All the more so if brought to me so I didn’t have to get up.
I don’t know if my core self sees these things as permissions, but it might. An offering of coffee is an investment in my ease, encouraging my rest. Odd significance to put on a caffeinated beverage, but I know I’m not alone in that oddity. It’s not about the coffee though.
It’s about love showing in the smallest, most significant ways.

Today I want to talk about how I reframe interpersonal conflict. At some point I realized that for the most part, people are just people doing their own thing and occasionally that process gets in the way of other people just trying to do their own thing. The places where their paths get in the way of each other I started to call friction.
So now when I find my self upset or emotional at all about someone else’s behavior I look for the friction points. What are they doing exactly? How does that affect what I’m doing or trying to do? How do I feel about that? What do I want now that I have this information? How do I communicate that?
It ends up a tall order BUT it centers my needs for me, before it even considers what the other person is trying to do for themselves. Why would I want that? Well this does a few things:
1. It makes me accountable for discovering my own wants and needs
2. It puts the burden of communicating them on me (diffuses the need for the other person to mind read)
3. It prevents me from projecting the motivations of another person, before I communicate with them.
4. It gives me a chance to both find my needs and support myself.
5. It let’s me find concrete things to ask for or discuss about impact without getting stuck on emotions.
6. It prevents me from accepting the other persons needs as more important than mine as a default.
And these are just the reasons I can think of in this moment.
Now all this is the ideal, not the reality. It’s what I’m trying to do not necessarily what I am able in the moment to do. I am human and I’ve been through a lot. I know my emotions are trying to tell me something, that’s why I’m upset. With my recent growth though, I am understanding that my emotional world is my own. No one else is going to be affected by the world or another person’s actions the same way I will. I have my own unique body, history and experiences. So does everyone else. Our personal experiences are just that PERSONAL. Meaning my emotions, the signals my body gives me to help me understand my experiences, are also personal. They do not translate from one person to another directly. To communicate my needs and wants and have them really be understood, I must do the translation myself.
When I first started this process I found it really unfair. It’s not fair that I have to do all this work when I’m already feeling so hurt, angry or betrayed. Since I have started trying to see conflict as friction, and centering my feelings for myself, it has gotten easier. So much easier. I don’t need others to validate my feelings anymore. (It still feels good when they do, but I accept my feelings whether or not anyone else recognizes them as valid.) I remind myself that if I have my feelings, if I can perceive them, they exist. That is valid.
Ok, so I accepted that my feelings are valid, now what? I have to treat them like they are a top priority. Now it is important to acknowledge here that valid does not mean valid or important to anyone else, these are my feelings and they are important to me. Everyone else has feelings that are as valid and important to them. This shift allows me to care for my feelings and opens up space for the other person to care about theirs.
This internal work lets both people focus on the actual points of friction, without judging each other’s paths, without invalidating each other’s feelings, gives space for both to express their individual needs, because the focus is now on defining and resolving the friction, not on who’s feelings are more important.

I might just be taking things to literally, but I am not fond of the word “please”. I don’t know if it’s just the formality of it or the implied hierarchy, but I don’t think power dynamics need to be enforced by politeness in that way.
I’m firm believer in respect, but the kind of respect that honors the sovereignty of each of us as equal humans on this planet. There will always be people with more or less power than others, more wealth, more privilege etc., but that doesn’t mean anyone is less worthy of respect and general kindness. In fact I tend to think and act like those with less privilege deserve MORE respect and kindness, with an emphasis on the respect enough to let that person choose what is kind and what is not.
Please as a word, feels like it flies in the face of that respect, and makes you beg for kindness. It leaves a foul taste in my mouth when I say it. When I’m observant I find that often people who insist on the kind of politeness that is emphasized by “please” are the same kind of people who do value and respect power and hierarchy much more than I do. So I am not wary of people who use please, but I am wary of people who insist on it’s use.
I’m not sure when I made the shift, and I suspect it’s when my life shifted to healthier relationships, but I don’t think I ever say please anymore. There are plenty of kind and respectful ways to make requests without it. I don’t miss it at all.
Thank you, on the other hand I say all the time!

Bottom
I can see the bottom.
It is not deep enough here we are going to get stuck.
Scrape long furrows into the aluminum bottom
And stop.
We can’t go further.
Oars might get us over this rock but not the next.
It’s getting dark and we are far from shore.
Fear creeps up in waves.
Threatening to build, threatening to crash
Crash over us all and drag us down.
Without a boat we will lose each other.
In the dark we may end up miles apart.
If we don’t drown
If we don’t freeze
Do we wait out the night?
Not if tomorrow will just be the same.
The Earth will not shift while we shiver slumber.
The rocks will still be here at dawn.
May as well fight the bottom, the cold and the night
if the fear of them won’ t keep us warm.

This week I want to acknowledge all of the things that this book series opened my awareness to. Kushiel’s Legacy (the first trilogy), is an amazing fantasy novel series from the early 2000s by Jaqueline Carey. You can find more about her and them at: https://www.jacquelinecarey.com/kushiels-legacy-trilogies/
I will be vague about the details of the story and world building, both of which are excellent and very complicated. They center on a fantasy version of a pre-industrial France, with a complicated monarchy and polytheistic religion, including a goddess of sex work, Namaah. The story centers around a young woman born into service of this goddess, then thrust by circumstances and fate (or gods) into a life of intrigue.
Oh My! These books introduced me to concepts about consent, kink, legacies, parenting, fostering, international politics, polyamory, war, succession and so much more. It also put all of this into a world where every single one of these things is sacred.
It changed the way I look at love, my body, politics, desire, relationships, marriage, religion, duty, maybe everything. Not that these books are a bible or a text to live you life by, no not at all, but they did open my eyes and expand my imagination as to how things could be. Knowing that things could be different changed my life.
I am rereading Kushiel’s Chosen right now, and while I have a different perspective on many things, I am grateful for the things I have learned from this series. I have grown a lot since I fell in love with Phedre, so glad her story opened so many doors for me.
