The Posture Police Blotter has been on hiatus for awhile and I'm bringing it back with a daily blog that will run from June 20 through September 22. This daily edition will have a different focus to it and the gem in all of this is that what I'm going to be writing and what I've written about posture and the Alexander Technique are all related. Follow along and learn how!
As I’ve mentioned, things are a “litte” chaotic in my home, and I think unusually so. I’ve talked quite a bit about my contributions to the chaos, so let’s take a look at the other three family members, starting with the the only guy of the four of us in this posting. My partner is a full-time father, as I’ve mentioned. He’s an extremely devoted parent. He has “OCD”. Not like he likes to line up his socks in color order. I mean, he might enjoy doing that, but the short version is that he has a strong tendancy to obsess over details to the point that the big picture crumbles. This manifests itself in a variety of ways and has elements of intense creativity and intense disfunctionality all mixed together. OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) is a topic that I plan to address in more detail at some point during this daily blogging experience. OCD-like habits are something that I have struggled with as well and have found that The Alexander Technique is a tool that has helped me make it over many hurdles. Going back to my partner, one of the clearest ways that his OCD behaviors manifest themselves are in his organizational skills. He loves to organize things. It helps him feel in control, but he spends so much time organizing each detail, that our home is either mostly a mess, or a huge portion of it is in a state of waiting-to-be-put-away. In short, at the moment, about half of our apartment is being used as a holding area – like using rooms as temporary closets. We moved to our current apartment a little over a year ago and much progress has been made, but much is left to be accomplished. The amount of space that we are living in in our apartment is the size of the faith in our family. The un-lived-in space in our apartment feels like the untapped potential of our family. I feel that the unused space represents our fears, doubts, and uncertainty. Oddly, or maybe not so oddly, I become easily accustomed to, and even I think sometimes take comfort in chaos and lack of change. When a big change for the better happens, it can feel scary before it feels better. I can feel ok confining myself to a small space to spend time in and tune out the clutter and confinement.