Musings from throughout my day yesterday...
I think the smell of flowering is permeating the wood construction of my cabinet. I primed and painted all wall surfaces and caulked the seams and joints inside. I have enough negative air pressure in the cab to pull the wood doors shut from close range. I'm running dual carbon filters and a fan @ 450 CFM yet I can still detect odor, now from as far away as the top of the basement stairs. I hung some air fresheners around the exhaust filter. I don't think that's the problem. Maybe... but I'm suspect of the cab itself.
Branches continue to become burden with the slowly mounting weight of their flowers. I noticed they now sway from the air movement or a light touch. A nice gentle to and fro. This amazes me since I allow them to get extremely dry between feedings.
I've been going 3, 4, or even more days between opening the cabinet. Each time expecting to be greeted with severe signs of neglect. I've been lucky to say the least. I'm confident the plants could be doing better but they are doing fine despite my lackluster approach during flower. I still hold my previous sentiment that these Aurora Indica are a hearty and forgiving strain.
Flowers and sugar leaves are quite frosty. I haven't bothered with a Trichome check yet. We're too far out from finish to even start thinking about that. There are a few more Calyxes turning Orange but so few it's barely worth mentioning. Most main colas (6) are about two fingers wide so far. Not huge but they are still young. I just measured my fingers... colas are about 1.75inch/4.44cm wide. I have smallish hands (but I know how to use 'em /wink).
That's about if for the grow.
I'm still working on myself and my exit from my job of 20 years. I have nothing lined up yet to take its place. It's been 15 days since my announcement to resign. I held meetings with the CEO, GM, and HR department as well as the current store manager. Since then I've not heard a peep from anyone. I've offered to help train my replacement or otherwise provide current management with important information. This week I'm beginning to not do the extra things I typically do to keep things running smooth. It's the only way I can think of to force people to take action. It's a pretty stressful time. Still, for these reasons and many more I believe it is the right decision for me to leave. The burden is too much for me to bear right now. I can hardly carry myself let alone others.
I'm struggling with a lifelong panic disorder and agoraphobia (a fear of having a panic attack) which is like a cruel joke. Depression is a common companion to both issues. As I continue on my self discovery journey I've had many "ah ha" moments lately as I examine myself and my life through different eyes.
I dug into my past a bit. More specifically my biological past. It turns out that every member of my biological father's bloodline suffers from mental illness. From my oldest living grandmother who has been hospitalized a time or two for "nervous breakdowns" to my youngest alcoholic cousin to undiagnosed family members who took their own lives. Anxiety and depression seem to be genetically programmed into them. Into us.
With this new knowledge I've been looking back on my life and how I reacted to lifes events and my surroundings, re-examining my decisions that shaped my adult life. Most of these decisions were good, moral and true. They created the person I project on the outside. Other decisions were made to protect myself (knowingly or unknowingly) from stressful situations, fear and worry. Decisions and actions like "I'd rather do it myself", "I prefer to be alone", "anything less than perfect is not an option", "I hate crowds" and feelings of always being "under a microscope". These things (and many more, really) are much, much more intense than they should be and quite honestly... I'm exhausted.
I decided to start at the beginning of it all. The start of my life. What do I first remember. What happened?
My mother and father split when I was quite young @ 5yrs old. I am fortunate that I did have a great stepfather who filled the male role model void not too long afterward. He was/is kind, compassionate, wise, family loving and extremely patient. He taught me the things I needed to be a good man and a good father. He taught me the difference between right and wrong. He drove into me the importance of honesty and integrity. We fished, hunted, rode our snowmobiles and ATV's. We swam at his parents lake house on fourth of July's and had huge family gatherings filled with noisy chatter and loud laughter from decades long jokes and good natured teasing. Man, I had it good. My parents gave me everything I technically needed. I respect them and love them dearly.
Despite all of that love and all of the opportunities, I still struggled with life. Every day was a battle. A battle against fear, nervousness or perfection. I had no idea why. I felt like I was doing everything right but somehow I was limiting myself. Even my school counselors saw something was amiss. One once said something that has always stuck with me: "You have a fear of success". I was flabbergasted. How could anyone be afraid of success? It made absolutely no sense to me so I dismissed it and decided to keep going at it alone.
I kept my body pretty clean throughout the next 30 years of my life. In my youth I knew of some family members that struggled with alcohol on both my mother's and bio-father's sides and vowed to myself it would not affect me the same way. I knew part of the reason why my parents divorced was due to my fathers alcohol abuse. I refused to let myself go down that path. The same goes for drugs of any kind, prescription or otherwise. I've always been keenly aware and overly respectful of the chance I could become an addict.
I try my best to follow the Golden Rule. To treat people the way I would like to be treated. I don't say things about people I wouldn't say directly to their face; friend or foe. I respect my elders. I do my best to practice what I preach. I keep my head down and mouth shut until the job is done. I help those in need however I can. Sometimes to a fault. I've been taken advantage of a time or two for things like giving someone shelter and food for far longer than I should have which bankrupt me in my 20's. I guess what I'm getting at is I think I am a good person on the whole. On the outside.
I cannot put into words the enormity of the irrational fears I have on the inside and the constant all out battle it is to suppress them every waking moment of my life. To say I am exhausted is almost laughable.
I'm not housebound. I have too many responsibilities to just not function but I have clever ways of avoiding my fears without notice. A knock at the door? Have one of the kids answer it, it's probably one of their friends anyway. Need to go to the market? Let's make a family event out of it, I'll have someone to talk to = a buffer to keep panic at bay. Unrecognised phone number calling? It's probably a salesperson, let it go to answer machine. I'll return a call if it's important or pass on a message.
The avoidance is tiring. Acting like I'm fine is not fair for my family, others or myself.
The good news is: It's not too late. For me or anyone, really.
I am, in a strange way, glad to finally accept and address the knowledge that my mind works a little differently than most. I'm ready to stop hiding from irrational fears and get on with the rest of my life. I know it is easier said than done but there really is no other option. This is one absolute I feel I must follow through on.
I need to learn how to cope with and overcome my fears, for my own happiness and well being and because I have two children of my own. There is a very good chance one or both will experience similar challenges growing up and no parent wants their children to make the same mistakes they did. I truly believe my mother and stepfather taught me good life values and gave me the moral fortitude to persevere. I am proud of myself for making it this far on my own, for choosing a good path in life and staying the course despite seemingly impossible odds.
My only regret is that it took me so long to put the pieces of my puzzle together. I waited too long to start helping myself. Don't make the same mistake.
With all my love,
/Obi Wan