Hands Off My Boobs!

When I was in my early 20s, I had opted for a professional bra fitting. What happened in that fitting room, without a measuring tape and the attendant who cupped and fondled her way (with a perfect poker face!!!) to offer me one the best fitting lingerie I’d ever purchased till then will, I guess, remain to be a confused-but-wtf-just-happened kinda memory for some time to come.

Fast forward to present times, as an advocate for women’s safety and a knuckle rapper for all things ‘sexual harassment’, I guess it’s a normalised idea that men touch inappropriately. I’m saying this because, as it turns out, my ‘girls‘ seem to have caught the attention of mixed preferences! And while I know it is a violation of personal space and a sexual advance regardless of the gender of the violator, I didn’t know how to react, let alone respond at the time.

Having a woman sneak up behind you and grab an obvious handful of bounty, in broad daylight is, well, clearly not done. It wouldn’t have been ok even if it wasn’t in brad daylight, just to be clear. Advocating for equal rights and sexual identity / preference does not mean, you get off on me. Sorry… no way, Jose! Your preferences do not mean I oblige per convenience – especially when MY preference is clear. I’m into men – and even then, I decide who gets close enough to cop a feel

(and please – that is not an open invitation to attempt!!)

Here’s what my thoughts were over this: I was caught off guard. I felt numb, of sorts… I definitely did not like/ enjoy it… I was surprised. I almost equated it with a little child inadvertently putting their hand on me…. but I know the woman intended it. It was not a joke. Even if it were, I wasn’t laughing.

Anyway, I’ve figured out a way to address this and I shall do so in my own time. But until then, folks, if you don’t like the attention, speak up. Your personal space is your own.

As for me, a little caution never hurt anyone.

Inertia of Progress

January was a very busy month for me. I was all over the place – activities, events, book launches, school meets, projects and deliverables, teaching classes… you name it, I was in it. In February, I chose to work on some goals and set the intention to pull back, but I still noticed that I was spreading myself out too thin – doing multiple things and perhaps over committing. By mid-February, I was exhausted – physically, mentally and emotionally. So by the last week of February, I chose to honor that need and rest. But here’s what happened when I rested: I started questioning myself – What was I doing? Where was all this activity leading to?

I guess I was looking for a focus as a sense of validation for my actions and it was annoying – this sense of frustration. In a way, there was an urgency, an inexplicable sense of time running out.

I seemed to be looking for a progress report, of sorts, hoping for a linear graph indicating an upward and forward movement – determining my progress towards a goal.

In other words, I was creating and living my self-definition of progress in terms of movement … with respect to time – my own physics formula for progress.

That frustration was compounded by the observation that in my constant blur of activity, I was wondering if I was even making any progress at all, or simply running around in circles – creating a frenzied nothing!

It was deeply unsettling, because I knew I was doing things I believed in, I knew my work was meaningful, yet, what was this inner turmoil that was creeping in? Self doubt? or was in my saboteur gnawing away at my self-esteem?

It almost felt like a waste of time or …wait for it…

…failure!!!

So during this week of pause and pulling back and withdrawing from all the doing and stepping into some much-needed being, I allowed myself to mull over this frustrating funk. And it was during my morning introspective self-talk time when the thought gently unfurled itself.

But it is movement.

I knew I had hit upon something significant, so instead of jumping excitedly upon the whisper of a thought, I allowed it to swirl around in my head as it gathered enough substance to turn louder and clearer.

This is what emerged:

Moving around in circles is still movement – taking one step at a time based on a set of choices available at that point in time. Oftentimes, those choices were unpredictable, yet, they arrived and were acted upon. And with every choice that is made, something shifts – a new probability allows for new possibilities and opportunities – again opening up the door, or window, to more choices that make up the next step.

This movement, or stepping into choices, as I would now call it, was not linear with respect to time, but as non-linear as how life’s ups and downs. The choices we step into are often challenged and defined by linear time, or non-linear emotions and multi-linear paradigms and conditioning. Attempting to sort them into a linear progression with a defined outcome was bound to result in frustrating confusion or confusing frustration – again, the choice is one’s own to make!

So then, I moved in to question what progress had I made if I’d actually only been moving around in circles!

The answer again, was clear enough and simple – at least to me. Even in those relative circles of stepping into choices, our options and what we opted eventually were governed by and defined what our purpose or dharma was leading us to choose.

I’m leaning in to say that consciously or subconsciously, our choices are based on a dharma that we are set to meet. Some of us are aware of the steps we choose and why, others often wonder what on Earth caused to choose they they did – if things turned out favourable, we would say “All’s well that ends well”, if they ended up with a setback, we would find a way to curse destiny and wonder if after all the effort, we ended up ‘back to square one’.

So here is where I mumbled my query on stagnation – because that is a possibility or a fear when the frenetic phase of activity, albeit on purpose, doesn’t open up the doors of clarity. The questions,

Where is the finish line? The successful completion certificate? Am I moving at all??

Guess what? There is growth, creation and progress even in stagnation! Algae and mosses grow in stagnant ponds and puddles – yeah, even nasty bugs grow there…  but polarity aside, growth happens in every state of motion – from stagnant, static, inertia to the kinetic speed of a bullet. Stagnation seems static, but even in festering conditions, something shifts.

Bottom line – holding the intention and vision of where I wanted to go and embracing the uncertainty – one conscious step at a time – doing and being the best that I possibly can at the given moment…

Progress was inevitable.

Both, activity and pause are incumbent to growth and progress. The choice of momentum is ours to make. There is learning and creation even in the perception of failure.

So at the end of it all, here’s what I did. I chose to rest and pause. I drew, painted, practiced my brush lettering, beautified my bullet journal and allowed myself to sink in and be – nothing too fancy, to be honest, I just slowed down and allowed myself to take one step after another, trusting that when faced with a situation, the choices would appear and with those choices, the path ahead would follow suit.