Whoa whoa whoa. Waking up, snoozing or not. Crack of dawn or mid-day. The expression of awakeness doesn’t matter. When I wake up, usually, to my early-ass alarm, or whether you sleep way in after a Netflix binge, or food binge, or other form of numbing binge, are you with yourself?
Generally, I have a racing heart (sry #HeartRateVariability) and am in a stimulated place (and I’m not talking #morningwood shit…). I am what Ayurveda calls “rajasic“. Unsettled. Rawr.
High adrenaline in the body is a way to prepare for mobilization, movement. So, I’m primed to metabolize those hormones through exercise. I hop on my bike and 99% of the time, red-line my threshold. One word goes through my mind when I think of the resultant state from this: subdued.
I met the base-jumpers who hop off the Squamish Chief. (They’re cool cats)
We chatted about my fascination with the topic I am studying of stress addiction. This was after I had scrambled leggies for second breakfast aka I 18:48’d it up the fist peak. On a busy Sunday….(I now don’t bring a watch anymore when scrambling because I am not trusting myself with how far I can go with my athletic pursuits…I actually scared myself).
They are very much adrenaline junkies . So, they could relate to the itch they got to get high.
The word I explained and that also got some nods was that of driving home after their jump(s) and my scramble is subdued. It’s like this crazy calm, not dissimilar from that of someone who just smoked a J, or drank some wine, or shotted some meth….and that’ s cool, right? #coolcat…the yang it needed in life, maybe not drug-related. The issue I feel, is when the dependency roots for that feeling. The addiction cycle providing respite, definition by Bae Gabor Mate is (paraphrased):
The moment after satisfying a craving, whereby the addict for a fleeting second no longer is hungry for the drug.
So, what the individual craves more than anything, is that space in-between where there is no ravenous appetite to be sedated. There is a fleeting moment of peace.
So, isn’t what we all crave, simply that space?
I truly don’t think there’s anything wrong with base-jumping, running, wine, weed, ok maybe meth isn’t so great….but to be able to trust the self enough not to depend on it is where freedom lies. Being rendered choiceless in one’s dependency for the satisfaction of a craving, the very dependency upon the craving, is where the disparity lies.
To scratch the itch of craving is beautiful. But desperation, that’s the fear. The inability to imagine not satisfying the craving, or having the craving be so big and so consuming that it blinds oneself of the view of other of life’s limbs is dangerous.
That is the way we cope.
The expression of the drug is not important. Where did we lose our inner ability to feel satisfied sans-drugs? Gabor says it lies in trauma, attachment styles, and overall not gaining the resources within ourselves from a young age that gave us the self-efficacy to self-soothe. So we are addicts, seeking that high.
To remedy this, is to I believe learn to re-trust the self. Cultivate safety in daily life. Practice in small windows, the feeling of presence and connection.
To wake up, regardless of what time it is, and put hand on heart. Feel the heart beat. That is always there (unless #death…). That grounds us. That’s presence, in the flesh (pun intended #afterallthistimealways).