I wake up in the night to my dog in an ecstatic position, sleeping on his back at the end of our bed, all four paws in the air, his head floating sweetly to the side, as if he’s living in a perfect world. He did. Because he lives in that moment, there is no ghost of memory to remind him of the danger. He is not haunted by the horrors of our time. He is my role model. I was smart enough to smear my brain today to chase away scary spirits and clear the air inside me. My survival mechanisms are kicking in. I needed to rediscover my ecstatic place.
Things have changed. I’m adapting. The ecstasy is unfathomable, so that’s my focus. I want it back. In order to manage my emotions, I had to do some serious mental Feng Shui; remove clutter from my mind, rearrange my head space, balance my energy and clear my flow pathways. When my emotional life feels like an obstacle course, I need dopamine. So, pro tips for dopamine release.
First, I’m getting physically involved in human relationships because social media has become a deep sham with too many bots manipulating our interactions. Hugging releases dopamine. I hug my loved ones as long as we can maintain our posture and merge our bodies. I garden. I follow the birds. I walk my dog. I witnessed the river. I think about the colors I see and think about how they change. I seek out thoughtful conversations and rest in them. If it feels good, do it.
Second, I cut ties with mainstream media and sought out individuals who I believed were authoritative sources, intelligent, and unbiased in their news summaries. I felt cheated so I stopped promoting. Just the truth, ma’am, just the truth.
Third, gosh, this is the hardest choice. I think I’ll have to give up the cheese. Substance abuse. Cheese is my comfort food, my slippery slope, the bane of my gut, and the blight on my body image. This is not good for my gut bacteria, which I want to be friends with because they produce dopamine. Without happy gut bacteria, I’m prone to overeating rick and morty Then rinse the brie cubes with maple syrup. Then my insides grew hard and I was reminded of a completely different position of ecstasy.
Ecstasy is biological. To make good mood soup, I have to manage my biochemistry, drain the cortisol swamp and maintain rigorous mental hygiene. Keeping my brain free of unhealthy stimuli does to my mind what eating fiber does to my gut bacteria. I use broccoli, brown rice, chia seeds, and cabbage to cultivate positive vibes. If I maintain healthy eating habits, I won’t overeat. Just like I don’t consume propaganda, I don’t do doomscrolls. But every once in a while, I slip off the wagon and fall into a pit of despair, and here we are.
So, I set boundaries to protect myself from mental pollution. For example, hatred. There’s a lot of hate around. It appears to be contagious. As if hatred is the antidote to hatred. However, everyone, including you and me, makes mistakes. Everything around us is constantly changing. These are all facts. Hate is propaganda. When we absolutely hate others, we deny the possibility of change. We freeze our minds by refusing to learn. We cannot adapt. The hatred is directed at the dinosaurs. A closed mind traps ignorance within.
Don’t get confused. Resistance and hatred are not the same. Resistance training builds strength. Resistance is friction. Mental friction sharpens the mind. Resistance is essential for balance. Resistance is flexible, adaptive, and agile. Hatred does not allow for the learning and diversity needed for resistance. Hatred is a weakness. Don’t be fooled. resistance.
Reminding myself of these things is how I manage myself. People change their minds. We know from experience that the views we once held are no longer valid, valid, appropriate or necessary. Cultivating ecstasy is a coping mechanism, a life hack that creates a positive feedback loop between your mind and body, and your personal Feng Shui. Resist extremes. Find a balance to encourage your flow. Stay away from pressure plants. Eating food encourages gut bacteria to produce dopamine. Invest in authentic relationships. Grow a garden, not a machine.