Skip to main content

Hard Reset

Michael Pollan's How To Change Your Mind was an impulse borrow from the library. I've liked everything I've read by Pollan so far so I was curious about this book. I listen to it on my walks and these days I often take them in the middle of the work-day so I can spend time in the sunlight for a couple of hours. The workday is endless and this pause keeps me from feeling worn out even after a long one. A sharp switch from my work mode to listening to Pollan talk about the mind and spirit altering effects of LSD and psilocybin is a dramatic shift and forces my mind to reconfigure itself entirely to engage with the book. This is so far and removed from anything that is part of my daily life. 

A couple of hours later when I am back from work, I feel like I had a long mental holiday and feel more energized to pick up where I left off. The other thing the book is doing for me is making me think hard about stopping cold and restarting the next part of my life as no other way is likely to work. That which I am waiting for - the sign, the epiphany, the perfect opportunity and so on will likely not arrive. It will be a lot easier to roll along to the next thing that follows from where I am at right now. Its akin to the experiences Pollan describes in the book that people had after trying psychedelic substances except that in my case just hearing about it is inspiring me to consider a hard reset to force change. In any event, this is a fascinating book and the story is superbly told. 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Part Liberated Woman

An expat desi friend and I were discussing what it means to return to India when you have cobbled together a life in a foreign country no matter how flawed and imperfect. We have both spent over a decade outside India and have kids who were born abroad and have spent very little time back home. Returning "home" is something a lot of new immigrants like L and myself think about. We want very much for that to be an option because a full assimilation into our country of domicile is likely never going to happen. L has visited India more often than I have and has a much better pulse on what's going on there. For me the strongest drag force working against my desire to return home is my experience of life as a woman in India. I neither want to live that suffocatingly sheltered existence myself nor subject J to it. The freedom, independence and safety I have had in here in suburban America was not even something I knew I could expect to have in India. I never knew what it felt t...

Under Advisement

Recently a desi dude who is more acquaintance less friend called to check in on me. Those who have read this blog before might know that such calls tend to make me anxious. Depending on how far back we go, there are sets of FAQs that I brace myself to answer. The trick is to be sufficiently evasive without being downright offensive - a fine balancing act given the provocative nature of questions involved. I look at these calls as opportunities for building patience and tolerance both of which I seriously lack. Basically, they are very desirous of finding out how I am doing in my personal and professional life to be sure that they have me correctly categorized and filed for future reference. The major buckets appear to be loser, struggling, average, arrived, superstar and uncategorizable. My goal needless to say, is to be in the last bucket - the unknown, unquantifiable and therefore uninteresting entity. Their aim is to pull me into something more tangible. So anyways, the dude in ques...

Changing Pace

This blog has been a big part of my life for the last five years. Besides giving me the opportunity to connect with a number of interesting people and share my thoughts and ideas with them, it has been a form of daily meditation for me. No matter what the day threw my way, I made a very deliberate effort to find a little quiet time to write.The process of thinking about what to write and then the act of writing itself worked as an antidote to aggravations big and small. Five and half years ago, when I started Heartcrossings both my personal and professional lives left a lot to be desired for. The only real happiness I had was in being J's mother. While that was often enough to make me forget what I did not have, I sorely needed a third place to call my own and shape in the likeness of my dreams. This blog has been where there were no limits or constraints and that was absolutely exhilarating - it is the reason I have been able to nurture it for as long and as much as I have. A lot ...