Why [infusion] ?

in-fuse [in-fyooz]
–verb (used with object)

1.	to introduce, as if by pouring; cause to penetrate; instill (usually fol. by into): The energetic new principal infused new life into the school.

2.	to imbue or inspire (usually fol. by with): The new coach infused the team with enthusiasm.

One day I woke up and realized that I'd dichotomized myself. I've had two distinct blogs to cover two distinct parts of who I am.

Call Me Optimistic was originally started as my "Thankful" blog. I used a great idea from Meisha to post a list of things I was thankful for every day. I started undergoing several changes in life and began to adjust my way of thinking. I saw the world so much differently and began to see so many subtle underlying parts of life that so many of us (including myself) just brush by in our every day scramble to meet life's expectancies. The blog morphed into something consisting more of a mind, body, and spiritual nature. I would talk about thoughts and discoveries that I knew would be shared, but not specifically out in front of the world. I wouldn't necessarily hide it, but I wouldn't openly share it and a part of me and my world.

Cognitive Hallucinations was my blog for the outside world. It has been the place I've chosen to share the parts of me that I've wanted to share with the world. These are the things I've perceived as my defining personality characteristics.

The problem was that I'd been sharing who I was with the world as two distinct halves. What's the problem with that? ....I'm only one person :)

I had dichotomized myself. It came to me while Meisha and I were watching a documentary on modern medicine. They were exploring the fact that the mind and it's interaction in both a physical and emotional nature with the body have been mostly removed from Western medicine. When a person is experiencing a physical ailment, doctors are to only approach said ailment on a physical level. They are not to diagnose any mental/emotional connections. Sometimes people get sick for emotional reasons. But Western medicine cannot acknowledge that. This is the practice of dichotomy: separating a patients physical aspects from their mental/emotional/spiritual side and only diagnosing one half. That practice has been fine for broken legs, but what about someone who experiences constant nausea, vomiting, migraines and fainting spells due to post-traumatic stress disorder? What are they to do? Usually they see a doctor first. He can't explain it and they must see someone else. Because through dichotomy, those aspects have been separated.

So I'm not in the hospital, so who cares, right? Well, somehow it seems I've performed this act on myself and the side effects seem to have caused me to live to different halves of life. I've realized that I can share both halves of me in one place (Plus it's just less confusing).

As a result, my two halves have been fused here. In a melty concoction of Optimistic Hallucinations. So if you want to talk to me, or learn from me, or listen to me, or look at me, or connect with me, you're welcome to do so here.

Namaste.