To Change or to Change Up

To Change or to Change Up

Of all the contradictory traits I witness myself exhibiting, my relation towards change fascinates me in a most consistent matter.

If autism refers to a state of mind that is clinically recognised to be different from the world outside of it, any influence towards it is greatly significant and an inherently sensitive act.

Disrupted routines, sudden alterations to a planned out day, added factors, an accident or an unforseen dip in the energy level can set of unfortunate series of events which can rarely be handled gracefully.

On the other hand, I am known to be different for a reason: Because I do many things differently and I like to invent new ways and happily challenge the rules and barriers I learn about.

I noticed two types of change, which are as far apart from each other as represented on my scale of likeability:

  • I fear, despise, loathe and avoid change

  • I love, enjoy, thrive on and sometimes more or less quirkily impose upon others changing things up

So, what sets them apart so distinctly?

It is the source of the change and how it is being introduced into my own world.

There are always rules and boundaries and goals and reasoning. So everything I do must have a reason, naturally.
This need for a reason is something I have always been extremely sensitive about. If I can not see a reason for something, I would react in unsuitable ways. Luckily, my parents shaped a world for me that provided tangible reasons and an explanation for practically everything.

So if my day or a certain period of time is all set up, it means that my reasons and all the contributing factors are aligned and balanced out to enable myself to be functional.

Enter a change: This one comes from the outside and if I have no prepared way to deal with this change (filtering out the entirety of the impact, having thought out the possibility of this exact scenario, having allowed for unforseen events already), I will have to realign from the top.

I will have to evaluate the nature and the size of the change against my whole stack of reasons, beliefs, goals great and small, my relation to every factor involved (living or no) and I will try to rebalance all those as quickly as possible, in order to be functional again.
And I better have a good reason WHY I would like to be functional..!

Examples for this: A spontaneous change of seats at the office, more people than anticipated come for a visit, the Deutsche Bahn crumples the itinerary, the chosen beforehand foods are not available at the restaurant, someone offers and makes you select a drink when you didn’t expect it.

On to the nicer side: If I see a good reason to do something differently, of course according to all current beliefs, known rules and ideas that are inside my mind, I just love to change it up and make life somewhat easier, funnier, more meaningful.

As much as I am thinking inside boundaries and search for fixed things, as much I am able to notice what is outside those borders and where the rule has no backing at all.

One thing wants to hold me back plenty of times, which is my routines. Those play a HUGE role in making myself functional to begin with.
To change up a routine, even in a small way and for the better, there has to be a certain buffer in the energy levels, beside all the reasoning.

A good reason can also be someone we trust. As long as we are convinced that they do have good reasons themselves. This gets harder when you become an adult. Who will tell you what to do in a world that spins uncontrollably?
You will tell yourself. Only the seperation of powers inside oneself is naturally weak, which then reflects onto the executive functionality…

I would love to clone myself into another being that tells me the right things and I just do those and live a happy life. But that has to be done all inside. Maybe noone knows how it is done, really.
It is like those psycholological tricks, where you are made believe that something is your own decision, so you feel good about making it. That is what must be happening inside our head at all times.

Without the vast amount of energy I am saving by my new way of working and the many solved questions over the past year, I would have never been able to change up my living situation with all the fun little changed up things inside. Yet I still fear any change that comes at me that I could not control.

I might appear courageous, but it is only the sufficient amount of known things and enough excess energy that lets me do greatly. If those are not present, I stick to my routines and live the old life, where there wasn’t much chance for change by choice.

The Journey On: A Dream Comes True

New Home

To do what you like, without the usual restrictions, rules, boundaries and routines.
This mostly happens in dreams. But in a dream you rarely come ready to deal with this unexpected freedom and all the opportunities.

My own flat is like a dream.

I left a big frame of my life and stepped into this other, much more customisable one. I can decide over pretty much everything inside my walls, build my own world in ways I could ever only dream about.
This dream doesn’t really end, though. And sometimes it feels more real, sometimes less so. At some points I realise that I am in control, at other points I learn which factors to obey to.

Dreams show you many everyday things that you wouldn’t put into that certain context, so it is a fun way to explore how your own brain works under different conditions.

I just started to get the hang of this dream, I am beginning to like it, to feel at home inside of it.
This is a journey I will be on for a longer time, I feel.

Be welcome, do visit me inside this dream, share it with me, make it more real!

 

United States of America

Not many shows have caught my fancy the dreamy way Twin Peaks did.

As I found myself in British Columbia, I discovered that the places it was filmed weren’t far. In fact, they were so close I decided to go for one of my most memorable road trips.

The still marvelous rental car carried me all the way over the border, to the Snoqualmie Valley, where major parts of the show were filmed. In my time there, I even drove around the Olympic National Park, which mountain peaks I have peeked on from Canada.

I visited many sights of the show, had A Damn Fine Cup Of Coffee at a real American diner with coffee refills, saw Elk (finally) in multitude, was shown unexpected generosity by my Airbnb hostess, dreamlike hospitality by the Peaker-friendly DirtFish Rally School and enjoyed getting to know the local Sasquatches in that happy place called North Bend.

Where ‚The Great Northern‘ from the Show was filmed, I was lucky to find the place open as well and indulged in its magic and serenity, saw the iconic log, went further up into the Hall of Mosses, which sounds just as spectacular and possibly life-changing as it made a lasting impression on me.

A trip straight out of a dream, that was. A dream I woke up from to spend one last night with my loved ones in Canada, before returning home an enriched man.

 

The Journey On: Venture With Loved Ones

New Home

Up to my birthday I had worked on my flat all by myself. I had a wish:
To move on exactly that day, to spend that point in time in the most special way.

Disassembling, carrying and pushing and running is hardly done alone, so it was clear that I would spend my birthday with loved ones.
And the help I got was plenty and sincere! In the end, I said thanks to my parents and all who helped and could sleep in my own bed in another house for the first time.

And that hard but successful day wasn’t all! Some installation, reparation and investigation went all well because of my parents and friends. The next day, an old friend of mine helped me move even more stuff with his truck and about the day of the moving of the washing machine I’d rather not talk about. Only as much: Without the support and love I couldn’t have done any of it.

Up to now, I already had some guests over. Inside my kitchen, inside my several rooms and that is one strange and wonderful new feeling!

Yes, I am living there on my own. But having seen other people enjoy that very home creates a wonderful perspective and makes every effort worth so much more.

Aren’t our lives rooted among the people surrounding us? Some times more, some times less direct, but without the others we wouldn’t do the things we do.
And what about when those other people are, in fact, loved ones?

 

Canada

If another person simply agrees with you while appreciating a view or an activity, it doubles the whole experience, I learned.
How much more so, if this person is close to you, or even responsible for sharing the occasion?

Having met some lovely people along the way up to my trip to Oliver, including the nicest bird and chipmunk feeders up on Cascade lookout, I set out to meet my friends.

I got to know them as a most lovely couple in Wellington about 8 years ago, we shared quite some remarkable moments together and now I was to meet not only them, but their two little boys and their mom as well.

Surreal and yet real were the first moments of having each other back and seeing the new faces. There were no barriers. We just continued where we left off, as people with a rich past, sharing and caring.

Michelle and Shaun with the kids provided so much quality time, I left with a heart heavy with love and and inspiration and lasting impressions. It is a majestic thing, to witness friends you already look up to having just adorable children, one cuter than the other and all fit for the world.
Just as way back when, we sat and exchanged our current thoughts and ideas. It felt natural, felt good, felt right.

Their mom proved to be the greatest host ever, the fun we had, the stores we visited (as fleshed out second hand shoppers), the corners we discovered! Not only spectacular, but also worth twice as much, because they were being shared. Grateful is but a weak word for it.

As I shared my previous travel stories with my friends, those wild experiences felt much more real as I could put them into valued perspective of my friends. And nothing beats getting to know a country by being with its people, telling you how lucky you are seeing it in all its glory.

Oh, I am lucky to have had this time and a blast in lovely company!

 

The Journey On: Oliver

New Home

For whom do I buy things, clean things, rearrange things, make decisions?

Ever since I detached from the former style of living and moved, the answer has been more than clear and very pure: For myself. I am the one who benefits.

The new flat is for me, affecting my own life first and is a vast canvas for my personal world building.

For a long time my room has been some kind of central chamber my life would spin around.
Now, I have expanded those chambers not only in number, but also in function: My very own bathroom, kitchen, living room, bedroom and inbetween room (I call that one studio, fashionably).

I had some time to think about the new way of living and was sure from the beginning: These rooms will represent myself. So I painted a wall red. Another one dark green, for contrast. Two natures and such.
The kitchen was red in the first place, the disco ball went into the bathroom and I have a fresh red toolbox for cutlery storage. There is music already and food and my carefully picked dishes, which have excellent haptic qualities. A Gluggle Jug makes pouring water a joy and coffee aplenty from my red coffee maker keeps all senses sharp.

Further plans I do have many, for when I arrive at the later stages of home decoration, but they shall altogether make the inside of those walls but one thing: Mine.

So that every guest and after all I myself can see who lives in there…

 

Canada

My Journey On led me to the next stop. Only one night I planned on spending there, which is a short stay, I know.
For the next day I would already go back towards the Fraser Valley to meet my friends after 8 years. So this one day had to suffice.

The reason why I chose a random spot for a single night a few hours into the country(side) was of rather personal nature and nurture: It is called Oliver, naturally.

My expectations of some rougher landscape and a little quiet me time after yet another long road trip were quickly surpassed by the absolutely positively gorgeous views and vibes up on the hill with the cabin and the lovely company of a truly Canadian couple staying next door, plus the overly attached dog I named Caretaker for obvious reasons.

As it was the basic gist of this destination, I indulged in taking pictures of all the depictions of my name, collected some broad smiles when I told people my name, ate pizza with literally Everything on it. I had the chance to share my personal journey of late and to connect with other people, which does make the own life all the more tangible.

This little part of the trip was just for me, and I think that was okay: