Life Is Pain

Pardon me while I ramble. Somewhere in these thoughts, maybe you’ll find something of value.

I’m turning 40, and one thing I’ve learned over the years is that life is painful. The older I get, the more I feel it in my body. Youth is fleeting, but it leaves behind a trail of wounds, injuries, and scars in its wake. (Even after I started writing this post, I experienced multiple instances of pain. I kicked a baby gate with my left foot and burned my right arm on the same day. Later in the week, I got bitten by one of our cats on that same arm.) I see life’s pain in our world with all its chaos and uncertainty, especially from just the last 5 years. I also see it in general as I get older; the longer we live, the more we face the loss of loved ones to death or broken relationships.

But that’s life. Life is filled with sadness, pain, and tragedy. In this, it becomes easy to accept the move from rose-colored glasses of childhood to jaded cynicism of adulthood. Because of this, the phrase “faith like a child” means something.

Ironically, our modern cultural is built around pain avoidance, all the while pain is all around us and in some ways reminds us we’re alive. We try to flee it or numb ourselves to it. We want everything to be “safe” and “sanitary,” but that’s not life. That’s existence, but that’s not life. Anyone with a child can tell you life is messy.

It’s not to say that life is just terrible and tragic, full of ugliness and misery. No, while pain is a part of this life, life itself is so much more than a downward doom spiral to the grave. This life is also filled with joy, laughter, and beauty that can’t be described or adequately captured with even the best camera. But these are reminders that pain and suffering aren’t all we have.

Over the last 40 years, the world has changed a lot, each decade abounding with more and more changes, both good and bad. As I look back over the last couple decades, I can see ways I’ve changed and ways I’ve stayed the same. I’ve changed in ways that I might not recognize myself as the person I used to be, but there are also parts that are still me.

In the past decade alone, I’ve experienced pains (some mentioned above) and celebrations. I’ve changed jobs, gotten married, had a child, and recently written a book. Each event an occasion to celebrate.

As I watch my child grow, I get to watch her experience the joy of simplicity, the wonderment of learning, and the trials of childhood. Trials that are trivialities to an adult. She possesses an innocence that seems all but lost in today’s world. Her world is not the big chaotic globe we all trod. It’s the home we live in, the people she knows, and the french fries she eats. She doesn’t yet know how messed up and painful the world is. One of her biggest “afflictions” is a parent disappearing for a few minutes into a room she can’t access. To her, this feels devastating.

Although she’s just starting out in life and I’m much further along, we both can and will experience pain to some degree or another over the years. But we’ll also experience joy and laughter. Somewhere between the two is this chaotic yet beautiful thing we call life.

My cat bite after a couple days

On Being A Father

Behold, children are a gift of the Lord, -Psalm 127:3a

Today is Father’s Day. And in honor of Father’s Day, I wanted to share some thoughts about being a dad.

I didn’t used to know how much I’d like being a dad, but being a dad is one of my greatest joys and privileges in life. I’m not gonna lie and say it’s always easy; because it’s not. Even just a few months in and with a mostly easygoing baby, it can still be difficult at times. Babies get messy, and they cry for reasons you have to try to figure out (food, usually food). Sometimes you might even get upset yourself. At them. But at the end of the day, there is something indescribable about being a parent. Though I can’t speak for what it means to be a mother, I can speak from my experience as a fledgling father. If I were to make a book on the joys of fatherhood at this stage, it would just be pictures of shirts covered in spit up and vomit. Sure it’s gross and will never not be gross, but beyond that grossness are cherished memories and precious time together.

While my daughter is just a few months on the outside of the womb, fatherhood for me did not begin the day she was born. It began months prior, as I was being prepared mentally and emotionally to begin my new role and be ready to step into dad mode. In many ways, nothing changes for a man when a child is expected. As a man, I am unable to experience pregnancy, to feel the movements, the quiet expectations, the internalization of what is happening to me.  It’s only through my wife’s words and sonogram visits that I got a glimpse of what now is. (I’m thankful I work at a place that allowed me the opportunity to be at every appointment.)

That first sonogram made knowing I’m a father real, seeing the form of a tiny human, seeing those little undeveloped arm nubs, watching and hearing that tiny heartbeat for the first time. If a heart could smile, such an experience would’ve made my heart smile. We didn’t yet know if it was a boy or girl, but in those moments, it didn’t matter. There on that screen was our little bean. (Incidentally, it was in the shadow of Roe v Wade being overturned that we experienced this joyous occasion, and I couldn’t help but also be repulsed by the barbarity of those who pretend this isn’t what we could clearly see.)

When my daughter was born, she spent her first couple weeks in NICU. The reason wasn’t life-threatening per se, but it was enough to warrant a stay. In those days, weeks, and months leading up to our baby’s arrival, we were willing to accept parental advice from others. (It’s our first child, and we had no idea what we were doing.) But in all that advice, there was no preparing for this. Whatever we had thought or hoped might happen, we ended up spending days driving to and from a hospital to stay with our baby for a while, only to go home without her and do it again the next day. We even had icy weather that kept us away one of those days. It was a rather unpleasant time of uncertainty, but we were so happy and relieved when we could finally take our baby girl home with us.

Every once in a while, you might hear “my child taught me this or that.” My daughter is still an infant, so I can’t really say she’s taught me anything, but she gives me a reason to smile. More accurately, she is one of my reasons to smile; when I smile at her, she smiles back. I have resting baby face (in polite terms), and I don’t often think about smiling. I tend to be more focused on my own thoughts or whatever task I’m dealing with at the moment. But if I want to see her smile, I often must smile at her first. There are times she smiles unprompted, and I feel the urge to smile back. Sometimes she smiles big, showing gums and all, and that’s one of my favorite things in life: big smiles from my little girl.

Being a parent means a lot of decisions, responsibilities, and sacrifice. Needless to say, fatherhood is not always glitz and glamour; maybe it never is. Unfortunately, too many men abandon fatherhood too quickly, in some case before the baby even arrives. They run away from the responsibility of parenthood, but they also miss out on things that make it special, such as just holding one’s own baby. I’ve held babies of friends and family, but there’s something special about holding my own baby in my arms, watching that baby fall asleep on my chest, even with the unspoken understanding such moments won’t last forever. I know my daughter won’t stay little forever. (Admittedly, there’s a part of me that wishes she could, but that’s not how life works.) Maybe it goes without saying that there’s incredible responsibility as a parent, but there’s also joy that comes with being one. In spite of all the diaper changes and spit up, holding my own baby is one the most special experiences I know of, and it makes all the challenges worth it.

As I mentioned, I’m just starting out on this journey called parenthood, more specifically fatherhood, so I don’t have any deep insights about raising children. Although there is more that I could say about being a dad, I’m still learning how to raise an infant. I can’t see how my baby will turn out, and I don’t know what mistakes I’ll make along the way either. I do know my baby won’t be a baby forever, so for now I’m going to hold her close and enjoy my time with her while she still is. Spit up and all.

Goodbye, Grandma

My last living grandparent passed away today.

This wasn’t a surprise. My family knew this was coming; we just didn’t know when. She turned 90 years old back in October (any potential celebration destroyed by COVIDstances) and had a health scare back in November.

Her mental (and inevitably her physical health) had been failing for some time, and her last few years were spent in a nursing facility after being hospitalized by a fall she couldn’t remember. It was so difficult to watch her decline every time my wife and I went to visit her. My last memory of her being lucid was during that hospital visit after her fall (I was not expecting the lucidity); otherwise, we got stuck in conversation loops that I never really knew how to handle.

When I got the news of her passing, I didn’t feel anything specific. Maybe it’s because last year has left so many of us feeling emotionally drained in some ways. Or maybe it’s because I’d already come to terms with her being gone and had expected the news some time ago. When she did have that health scare, I had felt some bit of anxiousness (Is it COVID? Will she make it?), but hearing she was gone didn’t phase me at first. It wasn’t until I was writing out about not feeling anything that I did begin to feel some sort of sadness and cry some tears. Perhaps in writing it out there was some catharsis or realization of the reality that she’s gone.

The last time I saw her was last February, just before COVID sent everyone and everything into a spiral. I had decided to visit her because a dream I’d had that week about her passing away. It woke me up feeling panicky. I don’t remember the details of the dream, other than that specific thing. I don’t know why I had that dream. I kinda waited to see if anything might’ve happened in the real world, but I never heard any news, which was somewhat of a relief. I had thought of mentioning the dream to my family when I mentioned going to visit, but I had only told it to my wife. The dream itself was enough to shake me, but not worrying enough to bring up to my family. Maybe I should’ve. Would they have gone with me because of a dream? Would I have if someone else had that dream? I don’t know. None of us knew the months ahead would become what they did. Even though there was no news and it was just a dream, I still wanted to go see her. Given her state of health, I didn’t know if I might get another chance.

And I was right. I’m thankful I made that trip.

Grandma, you will be missed.

The Chapter on Change

Let me say right off the bat that after 5+ years of working nights at the same location, I will soon begin working a daytime job somewhere new! The short version is this past week I was offered a daytime job, which I accepted. For a while I’ve hated working nights and how it’s impacted almost every aspect of my being (and sanity) and for a few months have been looking more seriously for daytime work. I am not even sure how to describe my thoughts or experience; it wasn’t exactly horrific, but it was far from a good thing. I am so ready for this next chapter in my life to begin, but at the same time, I’ve started processing how this change will affect people and remembering these past several years. As I also thought about it over the last few days, I’ve also realized the timing couldn’t be more perfect, even though I never I intended it this way or at this time. I’ve mentioned before a bit of my view on change, how it can be exciting and/or scary, but my past is an integral part of who I am today.

As I’ve been getting myself ready to start a new job and finish the last week at my current job, I look forward to the future. I started to think of different possibilities I’ll soon have, things I’ll be able to do, events I’ll be able to be a part of, and so forth. It’s been somewhat exciting to know I won’t have to be sleeping while life goes on around me. I may be losing whatever freedom people imagine I had not working during the day, but I’ll more than make up for it for it by having the opportunity to be around other people and feeling less isolated from humanity. So I’m more than happy to feel alive at the cost of no longer feeling dead.

Even though I’m ready for the transition, I also have a bit of nostalgia in me, so saying goodbye and leaving somewhere is not always easy, especially since I spent over five years with the same employer, seeing the same people, and getting used to their presence. As I was considering the future, I was also reminded of the first time certain things happened at my current job, although some of it seems so long ago. I remembered when I first met certain people or experienced certain events. I think of how much has changed since I started, who’s still there, who isn’t there, what we do differently, and just different thoughts about what was then and what is now. In some weird way, I know I’m going to miss this place. I won’t so much miss the building, because it’s just that: a building, but I did spend all of my late twenties going to the same job at the same location. I will miss the people I worked with on an almost-nightly basis, even if I didn’t always get along with some of them (not getting along is sometimes part of life, right?). Most of them I don’t know outside work, unless we became friends on Facebook, but I still saw them each and every work day, excluding vacations, holidays, etc. While I was there, I assessed some of their strengths and weaknesses, and I learned something about part of their lives away from the job. I saw people come and people go. I worked under four different shift managers. I changed job positions twice myself, and I saw multiple changes in how we processed work. In some way that’s hard to describe, that place and the people I’m leaving have been a part of my life.

Of course, like most jobs, each day was a mostly predictable routine with little deviation from whatever the norm was, even if there was a new norm after each significant change in how we processed work. Despite whatever changes occurred, I learned just about every aspect of my department, as I became trained by other people or picked up little bits of knowledge from them. I’m also detail-oriented, so I did figure out a few things on my own, as well as notice small but important details, but most of what I know was learned from other people. Due to my years of training and exposure, I’ve come to understand how the process works, how each step could help or hinder a following step in the process, and how to resolve seemingly-minor issues when they arise. I also understand well enough the hardware and the software we use in our business, which has made me a reliable source of information when something doesn’t work right. Because of my knowledge base, if someone was needed to perform just about any task within the process, I was a go-to person, even if I wasn’t always happy about it. There’s a part of me that values desirability, as well as variation of work, but trying to focus on multiple activities at one time can be stressful and somewhat chaotic, and sometimes I just wanted to focus on and finish whatever task I was currently dealing with. Although I do know a lot about the work I currently do, I’ve tried to pass on to other people what I know on how to address issues that arise.

Granted, I am not the only person who is able to do what what I do, regardless of different methods or ways of seeing problems. The business was around long before I was there and has changed since its inception, so I’m confident there are others who can do some, if not all, of what I have done for these past several years; after all, I did learn most of what I know from other people. I think I can point to each job detail and remember exactly who taught me what; I merely brought together the knowledge I gained from other people in order to accomplish our goals each night as seamlessly as possible. Other people may not understand or see issues the way I do, but the people I’ve worked with are capable of learning what they need to know. Sometimes all it takes to solve a problem is thinking critically, understanding necessary details, and testing possible solutions. You just have to be willing to try if you have the freedom and willing to fail if the solutions don’t work.

As to the timing being perfect, I couldn’t have predicted it would happen when or how it did. I was scheduled to be on vacation next week, so even though I’m leaving a few days shy of two weeks after giving my two-week notice, it’s still technically two weeks because I wasn’t going to be present anyway, due to vacation. But more importantly than the logistics of my leave notice, a somewhat significant change in work flow will be happening where I currently work. Beginning later this week, some sort of upgrade/modification none of us really knows anything about will take place; although, the upgrade is built upon a preexisting process. It was an upgrade mentioned by our site manager last year or the year before, and I was interested when I first heard about it; in fact, some time prior to that, I had pitched a similar idea for this modification to someone else, so the idea intrigued me probably more than most other people who heard about it. Since we know so little about the upgrade, what information we do have is limited, while our questions are less limited. We do not know what sort of impact, negative or positive, it will have on how we do what we do. This change starts two days before the end of the week, which is an awkward time to try learning something new and perhaps complex. As someone who is familiar with certain aspects of the system being changed, I’ll be one of the key players in the initial transition for those first two days. After that short time period, things get interesting, but I won’t be around to assist.

Since I was initially scheduled to be gone for vacation right after those two days, it would’ve meant I would return after other people have a week to run into issues and learn things we might not in those first two days, but then I might run into any issues they miss while I’m gone. However, because I accepted this new job offer, it means I will be leaving entirely after those two days instead. Now this might seem like a bad thing because I’m leaving everyone right after a major upgrade and they’re going to need me because of my problem-solving ability, but in reality I know as much about the upgrade as anyone else, so we’re all going into this thing together somewhat blind. While I know the machines and what we do really well, other people know these things well enough themselves. If I were only on vacation, everyone else would be able to spend that week learning things none of us currently knows, and they would learn them without my help. As to whether someone else or I would figure out some problem no one else will be able to, I don’t know, but as I mentioned earlier, I believe the people I’ve been working with are capable of learning what they need to know, even when I’m not around. I may have understood and solved certain problems in ways they couldn’t or noticed issues they didn’t catch, but I’m sure they’ll be fine without me.

As to what sort of impact my permanent absence will leave on those to whom I came into contact during my employment, I do not know, but I hope my presence was mostly positive. As for me personally, it’s time for change, but you will be missed, even if I only saw you at the office.

Update: The upgrade was not nearly as dramatic as anticipated; in fact, we misunderstood what was going to happen. The upgrade we were expecting will come later, at some point soon after I’m gone, but what we got was a patch to help with the forthcoming upgrade. As much as I’d had my hopes up of seeing everything in action, it’s just as well. I may missed that opportunity, but there are other things I’ll soon be seeing and learning. Time to get excited about that.

-Edward

 

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Shameless Plug

I wanted to let anyone who might be interested in going beyond this blog and learning a little more about what else I do, there are a few other places where I share my work online.

Tumblr: If you’ve read enough of my posts or know me in real life, you might know I like linguistic-related stuff, such as word play and puns. I also do some photo editing and have put together some visual gags that come to mind or other things I find. I add stuff on an irregular basis.

Twitter: Not everything that comes to my mind is worth a blog-length post, but some of it is still worth sharing (or maybe I just post thoughts I shouldn’t share). It’s probably mostly one-liners, but they’re still my thoughts. Also, I wouldn’t say I’m a huge fan of Twitter, but it serves its purpose.

YouTube: One of my hobbies is editing videos, and I do post some of my videos here. I had wanted to pursue video editing as a possible career path, and I even have a faux company named “3 Teams Media.” But I’m not sure if that’s going to pan out (no pun intended), as I haven’t devoted a lot of time to it. However, I still do upload some stuff on occasion.

Facebook: This isn’t my personal account (though I do have one of those); rather, it is my 3 Teams Media page, which I use to upload publicly-accessible images before I put them on my Tumblr site. I probably should link more YouTube videos there, since that was the original intent of the page, but I never spent time trying to figure out how everything is integrated. So it’s mostly just images.

Anyway if you’re interested in other aspects of my creativity or just want to see what else I do besides write, feel free to visit any of those links and check out what you see.

-Edward Antonym

It’s Official

To celebrate the new year, I decided to buy my very first Web site and register my own domain name. I don’t know what all I’ll do with it that I haven’t already been doing with this space, but my name exists as a URL now.

edwardantonym.wordpress.com has now become edwardantonym.com

Sorry I don’t have anything profound or poetic to write this time, but I wanted to give an update and have a mini celebration.

Happy New Year!

-Edward Antonym