The Year of Living Authentically

Two mornings ago I woke up with these words on my mind: Transformation is not about becoming something else, but about becoming more completely what you are in the moment. (Kierkegaard and Kant would not feel threatened by the profundity of that waking thought, but I liked it anyway.)  For so many years I have felt uncomfortable in my own skin; in response, I have tried to change my skin. Always the urge has been to reach out, to grasp at, to quest for, something different, something better, something more meaningful. I've wiled away years of my life in this way, and I have to admit that this very fact is the source of much of the melancholy that is my frequent companion.

Over the last decade I've engaged in counseling, "men's work" (through the ManKind Project and otherwise), and inner work, and have joined a very satisfying spiritual community, the Unitarian Universalist Church of Greater Lansing. I've developed a personal mission and learned to measure my actions in terms of whether or not they support this mission or keep me from living it. As an alternative to looking for new "skin" out there, hoping that I might be more comfortable in it, I have been drilling down into the very deepest part of myself and attempting to live my life more authentically.  From time to time now I actually do.

What does it mean to "live authentically"?  Perhaps it's one of those concepts that is easier to spot by its absence than by its essence.  2008 was chock full of examples of inauthentic living.  Take a look at headlines for any day of the year and you'll spot more than one example of dirty politicking, financial shenanigans and outright fraud, corporate profligacy at the expense of the environment, greed run amuck, celebrities (with and without underwear) acting poorly, religious zealotry resulting in hatred and death, murder (even in a Santa costume), mayhem (literal "door-busters" and death on Black Friday), and on and on.  But examples of authentic living are there, too - they just take a little more digging to find and make a little less of a splash when you do.

In a by no means exhaustive list, I believe people live authentically when they:

• treat both themselves and others with respect and compassion;
• are less anchored in the past and less worried about the future, but live in the moment;
• eat and drink healthy food and beverages mindfully, ethically, and sustainably;
• take care of their bodies, minds, and souls by exercising each;
• don't eat, drink, use drugs, shop, have sex, or engage in other addictive behavior in order to try to heal psychic wounds or holes in their souls;
• heal psychic wounds by doing necessary tough inner work, by grieving what needs to be grieved, and by forgiving themselves and others;
• don't use narrow understandings of ineffable matters (God, for instance) to harm, marginalize, hate, or judge others;
• engage in work with a purpose of higher good, a purpose that is not solely amassing as much wealth as possible;
• are grateful for the abundance in their lives and are willing to share it;
• remain curious and open to learning and new experiences; and
• love easily, frequently, and cosmically. 

And so this New Year's Eve I choose not to make "resolutions" that relate to behaviors, even good ones, that are without context.  (Will the world really be a better place if I lose 10 pounds in 2009?)  Rather I resolve to (A) make 2009 the year of living authentically and (B) be gentle with myself when I slip up, mere (good-hearted, well-meaning) mortal that I am.

In the Morning Hours

For years my daily morning routine consisted of popping out of bed, showering, dressing, getting in the car, stopping for a bagel and coffee on the fly, and plopping my butt behind my desk at 7:00 or 7:15.  One hour, plus or minus a few minutes, from eyes open to eyes reading or writing legal documents.  Admittedly, one of the reasons I got to work early was so that I didn't have to stay late - nights were chock full of personal and family activities that were far more interesting.  It wasn't that I was ever a total workaholic.  But still, anxious as I was each day to get work started so I could get it over, I never learned the art of beginning a day with grace.

For the last year or two I have embraced a very different routine.  I set my inner clock to wake around 6:00 (not hard since my inner kidneys are pretty active causing my inner bladder to cry for relief often during the night).  I get up, throw on chef's pants, wool socks and a sweatshirt, greet the cats outside our bedroom door (Bentley pauses for a quick head rub on the stairs but Mufasa runs as fast as his fat belly allows to wait by the food bowl), make tea while the cats whine (as a simple exercise to remind myself that is okay to take care of myself as well as others), feed the cats, and sit in my favorite reading spot.  I start with a Sudoku puzzle, then spend time with three or four books that I have by my seat.  One relates to spirituality, one relates to psychology or science, one relates to history or current events, and one is poetry (novels I save for night time reading).  I make more tea as needed.  Around 8:00 I wander upstairs to get ready for work (if it is a workday) or to wake Cary up (if it is not).  I am very pleased to have spent this time with myself and very grumpy when I have to cut it short to get the car in for an early appointment or leave for an early business meeting.

My new routine was born in part out my early morning insomnia (and a desire to let my poor wife sleep in peace without my tossing and turning), in part by time freed up as a result of a conscious decision to work fewer hours, and in part by my growing fascination with the "integral vision" and the "integral life practice" being continually developed by Ken Wilber and his friends at the Integral Institute.  With age I have come to see fewer absolutes and have developed a heightened appreciation for the interconnectedness of beings, things, thoughts, and phenomena.  The Integral Vision provides a fascinating and stimulating framework within which to explore this interconnectedness, with direct application to the way we relate to ourselves, our cultural and personal relationships, our political and social structures, the world and, indeed, the universe.  Were I Supreme Benevolent Dictator of the Universe, I would make "Integral Life Practice" a required course for all the myopic politicians, religious zealots, corporate profiteers, and despots in this stressed out world.

That I am drawn to integral studies shouldn't surprise me.  Beginning when I was about ten I devoured "Doc Savage" adventures and longed, deep in my heart, to be just like him.  Doc Savage was a normal man who had, from his  childhood days, extensively trained his mind and his body so that he was very strong and agile and outrageously good at almost everything.  Like Superman, Doc could have used his extraordinary powers for personal gain, but chose to devote himself to righting wrongs.   I wonder if Ken Wilber read Doc Savage adventures, too, when he was a kid - Doc was, truth be told, the original integral life practitioner. So even as I drill down into the depths of this exciting new way to learn and grow, I have to smile when I think of little buzz-cut Brad wanting to save the world and believing (at some level, at least) that he could if only he were as disciplined as Doc.  These days, sipping tea in the early morning with a fat, temporarily sated cat stretched out by my side, I am content to understand the world a little better and to make things better in the modest ways I can.