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It’s Always Changing

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I went to meditation on Thursday night, and the Dharma talk (which, it occurred to me mid-way through, is a sermon) by James Baraz was about “embracing change.” At first I expected a discussion of ways we might resolve to be better in the new year, but actually it was about accepting the transience of every moment in our lives: everything is changing, always. Baraz told a great story about being on retreat and one night, having the revelation that he had “conquered doubt.” He was prepared to go for a meeting with the retreat leader the next morning and bring this very lofty revelation to him about having conquered doubt. But by the time the next morning rolled around, he’d had a hundred other revelations, and had begun to doubt that he’d conquered doubt at all. So in the meeting he burst out, “It’s always changing!”

To which his spiritual leader said, “Yes. Exactly.”

Lex playing in a lake. Why can't I be as carefree as a three-year-old?

Lex playing in a lake. Why can’t I be as carefree as a three-year-old?

I have been feeling over the last few days a bit of the return of Shirley. I’ve been home with Lex, since preschool is out these past two weeks. Being home with my kid all day is always a roller coaster. We get so close that he wants to hold my hand wherever we go, has much less interest in his dad when he comes home, and acts loving and sweet when we play together. On the other hand he exhausts me with his constant questions and all the small things that make him feel wounded: broken toast, an animal figurine not in the place he expected it to be, me refusing him Playdough five minutes before dinner. Yesterday afternoon I was totally wiped out, feeling old and world-weary and concerned about my lack of energy. I watched an animal documentary with Lex on a beautiful dusky late afternoon instead of getting out his bike or taking him on a run. Guilt ensued.

I also suffered a bit of a professional setback this week, one I pretended didn’t hurt but, if I’m honest with myself, does.

Running underneath all of this is this feeling I have had this past year in Berkeley, where we live. I’ve been surprised by how much I like this city. I’m a true liberal, but I suspected Berkeley would be like a parody of itself, everyone having walked out of People’s Park in 1969. It’s not: it’s full of nice, community-minded, very normal people, and I have made some great friends here. But it also feels inexplicably small, sometimes, and some of my friendships are causing me a lot of anguish. One in particular has become—how to say this—totally oppressive. And I am working out my feelings around it.

If I were not studying mindfulness—and therefore, learning that really, all change begins with me and that I am the only person whose behavior I can control—I’d say this: I never intended to become close friends with this person. She inserted herself into my life very forcefully and she wants to spend time with me more than I want to spend time with her. There are moments when we connect beautifully, but for the most part I find she’s not a great listener and she can be by turns considerate and poisonous, hateful. Our children adore each other, which makes things hard. But the main issue is that I find her to be very manipulative. I say “no,” and she finds a way to make me say “yes.” I put up a boundary, she attempts to knock it down. She asks if she can borrow something and I say yes, come by in the morning, she says, can I come by right now? When I say now is not good, she says, well, it’s much better for me, would I reconsider? To say this person tests my patience would be an understatement.

Last night we had dinner with a Buddhist friend and I brought this up. Kim asked me two questions: what is this person here to teach you? And, if you turn it around, what do you admire about her that you want for yourself? The answer to the first, it seems to me, is that she is here to teach me how to get what I want, to be true to myself, to be strong and to have even clearer, better boundaries. After all, how did I let someone “insert herself” into my life? The answer to the second, I guess, is that I admire her ability to get what she wants out of a situation. (I don’t actually, totally admire that quality, but I guess I have some reverence for it.) But practically speaking, what do I do? Kim’s girlfriend suggested that I encourage hanging out in the ways I most enjoy this person, and I thought that was a great idea: she is great fun in a group, at a party, out to dinner with a few other women. So, to cultivate those experiences and minimize the times when we are attempting an intimacy I just don’t always feel.

But right now, here on a Saturday morning, what I feel is guilt, like somehow, I fucked this up. Maybe I did. I think in the new year I need to change the way I relate to this person. It feels hard, but I’ll embrace that. I feel better just having written about it.

If you want to hear the Dharma talk “Embracing Change,” you can do so here.

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Author: becomingbuddhist

I am a writer, teacher, and mother living in Northern California. Recently I decided to try an experiment in living more mindfully. This blog is my testimonial.

6 thoughts on “It’s Always Changing

  1. This is a fantastic post. I’m noticing that a lot of the posts on Buddhism and awareness this week have been on the theme of ‘everything changes’. It seems to be the theme of the beginning of the year, looking back at what we didn’t get around to, and hoping that THIS time, THIS year ‘it’ will happen. Whatever ‘it’ is.
    I have exactly the same issue with friends, it’s a tricky one, because in the end, these are just attachments, and eventually we need to let go – sometimes because they go away, sometimes because we realise how toxic they are, and we need to get away. Brave, open, honest post. Looking forward to more.

  2. I have learned many lessons from so-called difficult people and seemingly insurmountable challenges. I have been on this path since I was in college and I’m now approaching the senior years of my life. Learning how to accept that change is the only constant and practicing mindful and loving detachment, rather than becoming emotionally entangled is a day at a time venture. Be well and be happy for this too shall pass.

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