pro-rata

I never liked Math much. For several years, I thought I wasn’t any good at it. Eventually, over time, I realized that there were some parts of Math I was good at, and others I wasn’t. Fractions, algebra, and polynomials — no problem! Conics, probability and statistics — no way.

Really, one of the most important skills I ever learned in Math was that of proportions and ratios. In my head I think this was at like… grade 7 level but I’m sure in this day and age it’s taught at grade 4, right? I swear to you — I have never used a Math skill more than this one. I use it probably every day in my kitchen. In my classroom. When shopping. Mixing cocktails. Paying bills. Exercising.

I sometimes feel like I see the entire world in ratios and proportions. I’m not even kidding. I’m often doing pie charts in my head, and momentarily freak out inside when the parts are equal to more than one whole, or less than one whole. Or when the proportions don’t match. This is how I do mental karma.

Her delayed luggage equals two of my waiting in line at the post office.

My job insecurity equals three of her frustrations with co-workers because they take too much time off work.

His mom’s cancer equals her dad’s jail sentence.

His village’s bushfire equals their loss of soy crops.

 

And so on. 

I know, it doesn’t always make sense. This is also why, when some things don’t add up… I just have to give it up. I have to put it out to the universe and hope for the best. There must be another “piece” out there somewhere to make it all equal, right?

Her mother’s death and job loss in the same month equals…. equals…. ???? what is equal to this??? who has it?

This is my thought process.

And so it is with other things.

I’m not always good at remembering the proportions, though — even if I do understand them. For example, when it comes to stress.

When amount of stress increases by 5, amount of stress-reducing activities should also increase by…. 

FIVE, silly! Not 2. Not even 3! You are going to mess it all up. Nothing will taste/feel/smell sound right! The universe will be out of balance! YOUR universe will be out of balance!

By the logic of proportions, I should be doing yoga, meditation, and pranayama 5x a day — at school, in the taxi, at the grocery store…

But I keep forgetting. I keep forgetting that when things get more stressful, I have to increase the proportions of stress-reduction so that it balances out. I cannot rely on current measures (x1) to solve the increased stress (x5) at my feet (literally at my feet, or foot, at the moment).

The Math just doesn’t work. I will be left with less than a whole.

Less than whole.

I do not want stress to leave me less than whole.

So, if you’re looking for me, I’ll be on my yoga mat, doing a pie chart in my head.

 

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learning through osmosis

osmosis garfield poster

order-able at http://www.garfieldposters.com/

I grew up in the Garfield era, so I saw the image above plastered on many school classroom walls in my childhood. I distinctly remember not understanding why it was funny at all — until Grade 9 Science, that is, when I properly learned what the word “osmosis” meant. Each time after that when I saw the poster, I really laughed — probably more out of joy that I finally knew what “osmosis” meant than because it’s a funny poster.

But you know, we can and do use that word figuratively when we talk about those things we’ve learned without realizing them. These are the things we’ve learned unconsciously or subconsciously over a period of time, often (usually?) without realizing it.

I’ve been stressing about finances lately. Like, really stressing. And it occurred to me today, as I sat at my computer nearly in tears for the second time in 24 hours, that I have never learned properly about finances. Other people seem to have picked up this knowledge over time, just by being exposed to it. Or maybe their parents sat them down and taught them how to invest, which stocks to buy, and how to manage bonds. I have not been lucky enough to have either of these experiences. Managing finances is something I’ve learned by trial or fire over the years. I’ve only once been in any true dire straits, back in university, and that experience was certainly a good teacher — I’ve never been in that same situation again, thankfully. Yet I still don’t know nearly enough about financial matters, even though I have been making my own money since age 12.

(Here’s a small sidebar truth: since having read this book, I now have a goal to learn how to be more financially savvy, because I do now believe I can learn this stuff. Until recently, I would have told you that financial smarts were the kind of thing you were just “born” knowing, or that you learned how to do on your own.)

Anyway, in my (sad, anxious, regretful) thoughts about how unlucky I was to not have learned Financial Basics 101 by osmosis at any point in my life, I started to think about those things I have learned by osmosis. And I thought this would make a pretty cool list. Truthfully, it’s a list that could probably go on forever. And maybe it will! But for now, I’m going to start with those things I learned by osmosis as a child or young adult, thanks to my loving family environment. All of these are things that every once in a while I pause and think, “Oh yeah. I know that. How do I know that?” and I can’t quite answer the question.

I learned…

  • to always have several books on the go, and that this is okay. I think this is a subconscious result of having grown up in a household where there were always books strewn about. These books were on every topic from reincarnation to business strategies to hockey stats. And then there were the magazines — Nat Geo, TIME, and the occasional TV Guide. We also made regular, religious trips to the public library as a family and I always remember lugging out bags and bags of books.
  • which wines go with which types of food and how to store them and serve them. I have never ever taken a wine course, and I have only attended 3 officially snobby wine-tasting events in my life. I don’t care much about the legs or any other limb of a wine, but I do know what I like and I know what goes with which course at dinner. How do I know this? My family drinks a lot of wine. We always had wine at dinner, from as far back as my memory takes me, and for generations before me. I may not know the names of all the new world grapes or every winery in the world, but I know what the difference is between a merlot and a pinot noir and I can describe to you — in very layman’s language — why one would be better with pasta and the other with ribs. I don’t know the oenophile’s language, quite honestly, and I don’t care to so much. I just know what I like and why.
  • that Leslie Nielsen, Dan Aykroyd, Chevy Chase, Steve Martin, Carol Burnett, Lily Tomlin, The Smothers Brothers, Gilda Radner, and several others in their generation are some of the funniest comedians that have existed.
  • to always, always have a napkin on my lap when eating. This is true for breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, cocktails, midnight, morning, in an airplane, or on the moon. Honestly, I cannot remember not knowing this. It has been so much a part of how I was raised that I really struggle now, living in Asia, eating where the napkins (or god forbid – Kleenex!) are on the table in pop-out containers — or where there are no napkins at all! I am getting better at adjusting to this (6 years later!) but it’s still a real struggle for me, and I instinctively always reach for a napkin in my lap. It’s like a tic.
  • that you can turn nearly any vegetable, meat, or fish into something delightful by starting with olive oil, garlic, and onions. And if that’s all you have, that’s all you need. If you don’t have onions, no problem. If you don’t have garlic, no problem. If you don’t have both: problem. If you don’t have olive oil: BIG PROBLEM. Olive oil is as fundamental as toilet paper in my home. Without it, I cannot be at home. Note that above I said “nearly.” Since living in Asia and discovering some truly unusual vegetables, I have since discovered a few things that do not work at all in this formula: arrowroot, wild bayam, sweet potato leaves, and okra (oh how I’ve tried — several times! I can make it edible in this way but not delightful! Okra is so much better in a curry or deep fried, southern style). Again, I was never taught this — it’s just something I picked up along the way.

There are many more things, but these ones will suffice for now. Perhaps I’ll come back to this later. Perhaps I’ll look at things I’ve learned by osmosis as an adult!

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Miscommunication

I messed up today.

Several times.

I’m not sure why so many times in one day (!), but…

I didn’t read properly. I didn’t think properly. I replied to people too quickly, off-the-cuff. I was trying to do a million things at once — and wanted to do all of them well. Of course what happened is that I did none of them well and hurt a few people in the process.

I should have read my own post from a while back.

I should have responded rather than reacted.

I should have breathed more and drank more water.

I am grateful that people are kind. I am grateful that I have developed relationships solid enough that these nippy bits don’t mean “it’s all over” or that I’m not worthy of being a friend or collaborator and that people haven’t given up on me. I am grateful that people are compassionate and communicative. I am grateful that people tell me when I’ve messed up, and I’m even more grateful when they do so with grace and humour. This is how I learn.

I am an unfinished human being and I’m still learning. I’m getting better (I used to make these mistakes way more often!) but still learning.

Thank you.

The thing about being a human being that is both scary and beautiful is that we will never be “finished.”

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in my head

The past few days I have been thinking a lot about this post — you know, the one the guy wrote after disconnecting his life from the Internet for a year. I especially liked Megan’s response to it — mostly because it was less of a response and more of a reflection.

Then today this thing from Annie Murphy Paul came. Like the No Internet For a A Year post, it is long. It’s also, however, heavily referenced with research. And, well, I find that kindasorta fascinating. I mean, much of it I knew already, but it’s like … a WHAM BAM POW smack-daddy overload of research, all pointing to the same thing. Namely: learn to control the distractions! Delayed gratification = better learning and success in EVARYTHANG.

I really want to write something much more academic, or even professional-blog-worthy, to synthesize my thoughts on these two seemingly unrelated posts.

But I’m tired.

(and it’s only Monday! 😮 )

I might eventually get to writing more about it, but in case I don’t, I’ll just sum it up with a few thoughts here:

  1. Learning is different than “spending time online.”
  2. Learning can include spending time online.
  3. Learning requires focus: LOTS of focus.
  4. Time online that isn’t learning is still good. It’s just different.
  5. There are different types of learning.
  6. Relationships — both via screen and f2f — are good. I used to always value one over the other but I don’t do that as often anymore.

That’s about all my brain can handle after the busy day I’ve had.

Today’s truth: I value the time I spend online for learning and otherwise. I think it’s important to learn with online resources and contexts. I think it’s equally important to learn to self-manage all resources and contexts so that focus can facilitate both learning and relationship development. 

And that is all.

…. for now.

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in between

I’ve posted before about being too busy by default and how my love of being active sometimes goes overboard. I’m definitely at risk for taking on too much. This concept is my nemesis! A brief search through my blog these past 4.5 months has made me realize loud and clear that I like to be busy but often can be too busy, and that puts me in precarious conditions physically and mentally. Yikes.

Well, I am happy to report that this weekend felt like the perfect balance. I had a dinner date on Friday night, a Saturday lunch date, and then a Saturday night drinks, dinner, and more drinks date. It was all fabulous. I got to explore several places I’d never been before, and also return to a few familiar places. I got to hang out with people I know and love, and with people I had just met (who, with repeated exposure, could possibly fall into the “people I know and love” category). It was a social and engaging weekend. Conversation ranged from the nutty (“Do you think you could use the lemongrass as a straw?”) to the intellectual (“What’s the connection between Vitamins A and D? Have you read that research?”) to the cerebral (“I like theatre that is about the consciousness.”)

I had a nap on Saturday afternoon and then stayed home most of Sunday, reading books, blogs, and writing, flipping through recipes, exploring new jazz music (thank you, Spotify!), and FaceTiming with a bestie. I cooked a brown-rice lemon and asparagus risotto, played with the cat, watched some old 30 Rock episodes, and made a batch of hummus for the week. Sunday was quiet, calm, and contemplative. It rained, but I smiled.

It was all a perfect combination. It was somewhere in between too much and not enough.

For me, of course.

What’s your perfect in-between?

 

in Between

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same-minded

I don’t want this to sound like a post of privilege, though I realize it has the inherent danger of doing so.

I don’t even want this to be a long post.

I just want to say, for the sake of recording my truth(s), how much I enjoy spending time with people whose general life and world perspectives are similar to mine.

This doesn’t mean I’m unaware of the filter bubble. Nor does it mean I’m avoiding it. (Truthfully, I routinely keep some people in my Twitter and FB feeds who I totes disagree with for this very reason.)

What it does mean, though, is that I appreciate and enjoy the outright FUN and pleasure I have when I spend time with people who share my perspectives. This is natural and normal, I’m sure. I want to also clarify that it doesn’t mean we agree on every single thing in the whole ridiculous world, because honestly I don’t think that’s even possible. It just means that when I get to spend time with these special people, I have a really good time.

And I am grateful. And that is all.

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101

As of yesterday, I had written 100 posts in this space.

So, yesterday.

It’s funny how when we change our scenery, change our company, change our environment, change our context…. things inside us change, too.

Yesterday was a good example of this on a small scale. I visited, with great company, four new spaces I’d never been to before in Singapore. That newness of it all revived both of us in ways that (I think) made us feel freer and less attached to daily life doldrums than we might normally be.

I do wonder how this affects me on a larger scale, too: all those places I’ve lived, all these things that I’ve done. To what extent am I myself — or more myself — when I’m in a new place? The external influences the internal.

Though, as one friend mused after I posted one of my favorite country songs on Facebook a while back: “You can take the girl out of Alberta but you can’t take the Alberta out of the girl!” 🙂

To what extent does my outside world affect me inside? This is just something I’m thinking about.

But it’s just too much to think about, I’ll just think about Elvis!

 

 

And when there’s nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
These changes ain’t changing me
The cold-hearted boy I used to be
“All These Things That I’ve Done” – The Killers

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personal evolution

I had an interaction today with someone who actually said “the vast majority of women would rather have a man check out the strange noises at night and change a flat tire in the rain.” His implication was that this was why many women pursue or stay in relationships.

The same person who said this quote had earlier said he is interested in personal growth.

I politely told him there were all kinds of things people would rather not do: laundry, filing taxes, washing dishes, picking blueberries, re-tiling the bathroom. But people either suck it up and learn to do them (yes, I learned kung fu) or figure out how to pay someone else to do them (I was a happily paying member of CAA when I had a car). This is part of living in the working adult, non-privileged world. Whether or not I want to wash my clothes or weed the garden (both YUCK to me) has nothing to do with my gender. They are tedious tasks. They are not tedious “man tasks” or “woman tasks.”

I daresay, however, that via filing taxes and washing dishes I have learned lots that has contributed to my personal growth.

  • order is important (you cannot wash the greasy pot first if you want to use the water again; you have to enter those receipts from January before the ones in June)
  • attention to detail is a worthwhile skill (nothing more disgusting than last night’s wine in your morning orange juice; and when lines 346A and 429B don’t match because of $0.02, you may have another hour’s worth of work ahead of you when you really would just rather go to bed)
  • strategy is worth considering (Yes, I will need that spatula while I’m cooking dinner; If I make a donation to Amnesty International, will my taxation rate decrease?)
  • timing is everything: know thyself! (there is no way in HELL these taxes will get done in the morning, but there is no way in HELL the dishes will get done after 10pm, either)

… and many other wee life lessons. If I had just passed these tasks on to someone else, would I have learned those life lessons elsewhere? Probably. Hopefully! But because I believe in personal growth, I can reflect on them and recognize that they gave me something, even when I was kvetching and moaning about it (and believe me, I kvetch and moan about dishes nearly every day). And if I find the kvetching and moaning is getting to be too much, I know I need to find another solution or find a way to embrace the reality of This Adult Life.

The last thing I’d do, in my “personal growth,” is find someone to partner with simply to have that person do these things.

**shudder**

I’m here — on this planet, in this space, on the couch, at the table, on the street, on the beach or the mountain — for personal evolution. Period.

And if you’re not, I am not sure what to say to you.

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Now we are 30

Now we are 30

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Transitions

I didn’t post yesterday.

Actually, that was on purpose.

I have been thinking a lot about transitions.

I read this a while back when it originally appeared in print; it has always stayed with me. I have been thinking of it a lot as I consider the current state of transition I am in. I do not think of myself as monochronic, but maybe I am getting that way more as I grow older.

At any rate, it has given me great pause.

I also did a lot of writing today. A LOT.

Most of it I can’t share yet. My writing (essays, poems and the like) typically needs several months or years to marinate before it can be shared. This is for many reasons, often having to do with sensitive topics or people… or both. It would be inconsiderate to share writing that deals with fresh or raw situations. They — the writing and the people —  need protective coatings before they can be put out in the wild.

So…  I will publish some old bits. Pieces that are “ready enough” to be shared. Ample time has passed.

Enjoy.

(But if you don’t, I won’t be offended.)
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