Thursday, September 1, 2016

She's got beauty, she's got grace...

But she will, without hesitation, say "shove it" to your face.

Anna Eckhardt is a licensed social worker and a psychotherapist in private practice. Personally that sounds like a dream job and I would like to be her friend/patient. But seeing as how she regularly provides beautifully intellectual and poignant commentary to BuzzFeed, she's probably pretty booked these days.

I read an article recently where Eckhardt talks about the difference in emotional sharing between men and women. It is no secret that even in 2016, men are conditioned to repress the messy stuff because someone, somewhere is still teaching their baby boy that he cant express what he feels for fear of being shoved in a locker and endlessly mocked as a "sissy". While that is not a riveting revelation, it hadn't occurred to me in contrast that we, as women, inherently feel compelled to lighten the mood and worst, lighten the load, putting our own needs and feelings behind those of others.

"Eckhardt offers the example of how we're taught to 'be gracious' above all. In our society, women are taught to be thankful for the space, time, and things 'allowed' or provided to them, she says, with the result being that when we need to demand these things for ourselves, it becomes very difficult."

Earlier this summer, I sat in the cafeteria of a local community college to interview eager youths looking for internships. It was disturbing, and not in the sense that these were soon-to-be high school freshmen with more impressive resumes than my own (one girl developed her own app at age 13 to exploit and monitor the development of cliques in her school district). I was really concerned with the difference in dynamic between the girls and boys. I watched these 14 year old boys nonchalantly interview without an ounce of preparation, but oozing with entitlement. However, I watched girl after girl nervously fidgeting with clothes and hair, practicing elevator pitches, and putting more effort into thanking me and other groups for their time and the opportunity than their male counterparts.

It would be entirely unfair to generalize each gender-- boys and girls as independent but all-encompassing wholes. I try very hard to never do that to any human being. The amount of times people have made assumptions, harsh and unfounded judgments about me are innumerable, and I desperately try to avoid pigeonholing others in the same way. But there was a pattern in that cafeteria. There was a theme, an obvious division that as liberal as I tried to be in this qualitative research, I could not deny.

I wondered if these boys were being taught to be lions, and these girls, gracious lambs, or was it inherent?

Humans are a lot of things inherently, chief among them: self-serving. We come out of the womb that way. I believe that. I believe that on some level we are all looking out for ourselves at first, reliant on those around us to provide without question all that is needed for survival. That's just our nature. But then nurturing happens. Some find this deep sense of guilt for having relied so much, that we exceed others with our independence. Some keep on the tit- suckling and always expecting our needs to be met by those dubbed to serve. And there are others who feel, by their own accord, indebted to those providers; who develop what they call a "servant's heart", slowly but surely always bleeding for a cause, to do their part/make their contribution/give unto others freely.

All of these are fine. I pass no judgment. Every part has a place in our world; a need is satisfied in all situations. But I would be a fool to not realize another pattern. That historically, it is the men who are the fiercely independent, the takers, the crushers of concrete jungles they savagely run through. And historically, women are the gracious, conscientious lambs with servant's hearts. Please know that there are men that are lambs, and women that are lions. There are also humans, men and women alike that are somewhere in the middle or nowhere near those categories at all.

But I couldn't help but notice that day that the proud den leaders were just 14 year old boys, and there was a quiet desperate need to please, to thank, or hone in on the needs of others above their own from these girls.

What I have concluded is not a flag flying high in the name of creating lionesses among our female youth or breaching the enemy lines of male insensitivity. I have concluded that these divisions, these placeholders for lions and lambs, men and women, remain, standing tall, not wavered by progress.

I doubt I will be the driving force in this change, especially not through this blog that most people forgot exists. Although, I do make J tell me why he feels the way he does and that's a super cool transformation to witness. What worries me for these girls, for women, for myself is that while we are proud lambs with bleeding servant's hearts, at what point do we become wholly self sacrificing? At what point do we find ourselves saying yes to everything and no to no one? At what point do we give so much to a person, a service organization, or the worst, our job, and realize that along the line we have given everything? I ask again-- at what point does my servant's heart, the extent of my giving, become an all-you-can-eat buffet?

I brought in gender to this, because I see a pattern in myself, in my world. I see a concerning division among women, where neither side has a solution. I see women so desperate to prove that they are just as worthy, just as smart, and capable and powerful as a man, that they've left their servant's heart far behind. They are then not invested in equalizing women, but making themselves equal with a man. And that doesn't help in the long run, as most self-serving mindsets don't. And then this is the opposite, like me. Where I give, and worry that I haven't given enough so then I give more. This opposite group has a mantra and it reads: "whatever works best for you works for me". We answer the phones politely, and never let the assholes see us cry. We are embarrassed for giving so much, and apologetic for not giving enough. We give because we are called to give, not because we are crazy; we give because we hope if we give enough, someone else will want to give too.

Gender roles aside, there's one problem bigger than the rest--- that somewhere along the line someone decided that whatever society labels you as-- male, female, lion, lamb-- you're stuck with it. I love when J is strong and decisive and independent, but my favorite moments are when he looks at me, quietly, and sheepishly talks to me-- it could be anything, too, as long as I felt that in that moment he was being vulnerable with me. (He sweetly whispered "mcdoubles?" the other day and I would've married him on the spot had we not been nursing the mother of all Pat O'Brien hangovers) Because what I have found most lacking in human nature is vulnerability. We are either labeled as "too vulnerable" (also see: moody, unhappy, crazy, Taylor Swift) or "impenetrable" (also see: intimidating, cold hearted bitch, unfeeling, leaders of literally anything).

We have spent so much time clinging to or speeding away from cliches that we have, as a society, stopped allowing people to change without notice, to adapt without approval, to ebb and flow without apology. When we think of servant hearts as lambs and lambs as less than lions and all of the above are restricted to their own category of human, we lose.

So boys remain lions, and women remain lambs, with a few breaking the mold, but never helping the cause. I think we can do better than this. I hope for our sake we start trying.

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

AD MAIORA

 I won’t lie. I usually deeply loathe “new year, new me” mantras. I tend to believe that if and when a need or desire for change occurs, one should act in that moment... not waiting for the dangerously magical January, hoping that a new calendar will bring lasting determination to accomplish any goal. It’s always felt a bit silly, and ultimately as if I am setting myself up for failure. Resolutions have gotten a bad reputation over the years when folks gallantly set out to reinvent themselves, only to find out in Mid-February that the said reinvention is exhausting, and possibly not worthy of continuation. I think there’s room to argue that it’s not such a bad thing when people realize that the changes they think they should make are driven by superficial forces and that, in fact, they are quite content with the way they are. But as someone who has experienced a personal shift for well over a year, I decided that 2016 was a good time to make some changes. Call me cliché. Call me a hypocrite. Feel free to also call me thin if this lifestyle change (aka less pasta, more walking) works out in my favor.

I’ve made some resolutions towards a healthier lifestyle and it seems to be going well. I haven’t murdered anyone or been found in a corner shoveling ice cream down my throat in between sobs. 

(for the record, every time I eat celery the quote “nothing tastes as good as skinny feels” crosses my mind and I think to myself.. I can name 47 things on the McDonalds menu alone that taste better than skinny feels and anything tastes better than this stick of celery.)

But aside from a better diet and more exercise, I’ve been working on something a bit more… substantial. This year for me is not going to be about reinvention, revision, or reinvigoration. I am taking a cue from my girl Shonda Rhimes and going out on a limb- I am saying yes to more, especially myself. “Ad Maiora” is the title of this blog and means towards something greater. That’s my goal and this, dear friends, is going to be my most vulnerable year yet.

To be vulnerable is to be susceptible to physical emotional attack or harm—a common definition among us. However, I spent a lot of minutes looking up definitions, example, and synonyms of this word only to find the same theme. The English language tends to associate pain, danger, and fear with being vulnerable. Luckily, I spent some online time with Brené Brown on this topic. In her TEDtalk, she noted that her qualitative research brought to light an earth-shattering conclusion: the people in this world who believe they are truly, wholly worthy of love and belonging are those who see vulnerability as fundamental, while those who struggle with their sense of worthiness see vulnerability as excruciating.

Brené breaks down the three necessary factors to ridding a life of shame:
  1.   Accept “courage” as not an act of valiant bravery, but as the ability to tell the story of who you are with your whole heart
  2.  Instill compassion for yourself, first and foremost, and then let that carry over into your treatment of others
  3. Connect with yourself and those around you with authenticity





Here’s where we are going to get vulnerable.

I struggle with my own internal sense of worthiness. Like Brené said in her talk, I don’t have family issues or some childhood bullshit. I think it’s always been around, but if I’m being honest, it has really come out to play since my aneurysm. That moment and the recovery that is still in progress debilitated my independence, threw my identity and purpose into the shitter, and exasperated some deeply-rooted feelings of inadequacy. Don’t worry, this is not a pity party. It’s just part of this journey of vulnerability.

It has been proven that in more times than not, people who struggle with worthiness often desperately aim to make uncertain situations or plans concrete. I have struggled during this last year with lashing out when I’m not in control—I am snappier, sassier, and sometimes just plain mean in my responses. Some people use humor to deflect discomfort—apparently not all of my jokes are funny. I am always looking for ways to make myself “perfect” for whatever audience is watching. I’m like a human chameleon! Which sounds fun with that exclamation point but it’s not. Trust me. And ultimately, I’ve viewed any moment of vulnerability as excruciating weakness, not as normal and fundamental.

I have not had the courage in every situation to let myself be seen and to tell my story whole-heartedly for fear of rejection. I haven’t been kind to myself… often leading to me not being as kind as possible to others (super sorry mom, you’ve taken the brunt of this).  And I have not been connecting with myself, and probably others, out of authenticity.

Brené said that part of this struggle is rooted in selective numbing: the practice of numbing certain emotions. Unfortunately, we aren’t advanced enough to truly accomplish that. When we numb one emotion, we numb ourselves to all of them. So while we (I) try to block out feelings of fear or shame, I also put up a wall against creativity, warmth, tenderness. It’s a bastard of a battle, let me tell you.

BUT GUESS WHAT? It’s going to be okay. It always is. I like to tell myself that if I can learn to walk again, I can learn anything—even if that is acceptance, joy, courage, compassion and connection.

The best thing any of us can do is try to be better. Focus on responding instead of reacting. Delve into daily acts of joy. Search for big and small moments, people, places, and experiences to be deeply grateful for. For example-- I started a gratitude journal earlier this month. Every day I write in it at least one thing I am grateful that day. Some days I’m like “totally grateful for this Starbucks latte ”, other days I take up an entire page of people and moments I want to acknowledge. This is not an exact science, but I would go out on a limb to say that we could all use a little more mindfulness to our world.

I wonder if we spent more time being kinder to ourselves, respecting and celebrating exactly who we are, if that would spill over into our interactions, into our connection with the rest of the world.

I sure as hell hope so.

Stay tuned. More awkward insights into my own brand of crazy to come!