Weakness is a strength

Today I went for brunch with a friend whom I love. She’s the kind of friend who fits in really well with brunches and cocktails. 🙂 In fact, much of our friendship has been over these kinds of things — these things and international living. We’ve both spent a lot of years outside of our respective home countries. She is considerably younger than me, but we have much in common. 

I’ve always regarded this friend as an incredibly resilient person. She has been admirably solid in the face of challenges and resourceful in overcoming obstacles. I respect this about her tremendously, and I think it’s one of the many reasons we get on so well. 

Today she shared with me some details of a current challenge she is facing which showed me a different side of her. Her sharing this demonstrated that she trusts me and that she — like all of us — has very real fears about her future. 

I saw that she was vulnerable. And I instantly loved her even more. 

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Several months ago, I had a rather intense heart-to-heart conversation with Keri-Lee (a dear friend). I was struggling with a basketload of things in my life at that time, both personal and professional. Keri-Lee told me how much she loved that I was so strong and independent and forthright in the face of these challenges. In the next breath, she told me that when she saw this “other” side of me — the side that was sitting in front of her, quite teary and helpless, asking for advice and support — that she loved me even more because I was brave enough to be vulnerable with her.

She went on to say that she thought that perhaps one of my weaknesses was that maybe… just maybe… I wasn’t vulnerable often enough. Perplexed, I asked her to elaborate, which she did in the most caring of ways. Her theory was that because I’m so used to “being” so fiercely independent — it’s woven into the core of my being — I’m not always comfortable revealing my fears, setbacks, and struggles. However, it’s when I do choose to reveal these that I become more human and open to connections with others.

I felt (and still do) incredibly blessed to have a friend as honest and caring as Keri-Lee to share this with me. I felt like this was something I had needed to hear for years. In many ways, I felt (and still do) relief and joy that someone had finally given me permission to be vulnerable, as I’ve gone through most of my life believing that I shouldn’t reveal this part of me. This was all a remarkable revelation. Why had no one told me this before? I had never thought of vulnerability this way… as a  — dare I say it? — as a strength, even. It was as if the key to understanding the universe had just been handed to me by someone who told me it had been just sitting in the bottom drawer of my desk this entire time. Now that it was in my hands, I had some serious exploring to do.

Keri-Lee’s observations and suggestions have stayed with me ever since. Barely a day has gone by when I haven’t thought about her advice.

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And today, in the eyes of my resilient friend across the brunch table, I saw exactly what Keri-Lee was talking about. I saw my friend in a way that was so much more human and connected and open and loving. I also saw myself. I suddenly understood how revealing one’s vulnerability can actually strengthen one’s humanity…. and the humanity of those in her circle.

Revealing our vulnerabilty strengthens all of humanity, because in the presence of trust, it brings us closer together.

This has been a HUGE, illuminated understanding for me. HUGE. Like, hit-me-over-the-head-with-a-two-by-four huge. 

As such, Keri-Lee’s words will forever be an invaluable source of wisdom for me. 

The key, of course, is trust. So my next quest, in addition to learning how to be more vulnerable, is to learn how to better cultivate trust. Not that I think I’m doing it horribly; I just better understand now how it is at the core of all human emotion. 

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More than a year ago, another friend gave me this book as a gift. She felt so strongly about it that she wanted me to read it. (I love when friends recommend books to me, so what an extra treat that she gifted this to me! Thank you, Brighde!) The book is about being healthy in body, mind, and spirit, but most of it is focused on the physical aspects of lifestyle — what we eat and how we take care of our bodies so that we can hopefully live long and happy lives. 

This quote stood out to me when I read the book, and I couldn’t help but think of it today:

Make time for hearing your loved ones’ struggles and challenges. When a friend speaks, listen with your heart rather than your judgment. You may not be able to take away another’s pain, but you can hear it. Afterward, write them a card or bring them a flower to acknowledge and thank them for entrusting you with their vulnerability as well as their strength.

-John Robbins, Healthy at 100: The Scientifically Proven Secrets of the World’s Healthiest and Longest-Lived Peoples

 

Here’s to being human. 

 

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(I am behind again — another 7 days, to be exact. That’s 14 now I’m up to! This time it was due to Year 7 Camp, in the jungle, far from internet connections of any kind. I’m expecting to do more writing in coming weeks. Stay tuned. Lots of good stuff happening!)

 

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Today’s truth: entertaining

Today’s truth is actually pretty simple: I love to entertain. 

Toinght I had friends over for dinner. Considering that I’d spent most of the day with a migraine, you might think this was a bit crazy. 

But the truth is I LOVE it. I had originally planned on trying a new recipe from a fab cookbook another friend gave me for my birthday (see below), but not having time to properly plan it meant that in the end, I just fell back on one of my standards: a tomato-sauce pasta (my dad’s recipe) with salad. 

I love having people in my home. I love mixing cocktails and pouring wine for them. I LOVE cooking for them. I love all of it. Love love love. Music on, conversation, good food…. I’m totally in my element. 

It makes me happy and I need to do it more often.

… maybe some kind of once-monthly dinner party? I could do that, right? 

… maybe next time I’ll make something from this cookbook, which is sitting on my shelf, waiting to be consulted!

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Yesterday’s truth: The limits

I have been out every night this week. 

While it’s true that I love to socialize, and that I’m happiest when my schedule is full, this week has been extreme. BUT it was so much fun!

  • Monday: AWARE session
  • Tuesday: Gyanada.org session
  • Wednesday: Esperanza Spalding
  • Thursday: Chilli crab
  • Friday: happy hour and then Gretchen Parlato and then an unexpected visiting friend, thanks to a delayed Lufthansa flight

This morning I woke up at 8:30, completely knackered. Spent. Exhausted. UTTERLY bone-tired. I saw my friend off, had some coffee, and was on my way back to bed when I felt pangs at the back of my head, near the base of my neck. 

The next thing I knew, I was out for the count. A full-on migraine had taken over. I downed some Tylenol in desperation and texted my friends to tell them I’d not be making it for lunch. I was suddenly freezing cold and boiling hot at the same time. I knew all I could do was lie horizontal, close my eyes, and wait out the next few hours. 

I don’t get migraines too often — maybe 3 or 4 times a year — but when I do, they basically knock me out for the day. This one lasted about 4.5 hours. I was finally feeling normal at around 2:30, 2:45pm. 

I am not sure what the triggers are — I guess I don’t get them often enough for me to think about that too much, really. But if I had to guess, I’d say that this one was brought on by extreme exhaustion — I was only getting about 5h sleep each night this week — combined with eating poorly. After Monday I maybe had 2 servings of vegetables all week — TERRIBLE! I had fruit, but I’m generally much more balanced. I did not cook at ALL during the week this week — which is extremely unlike me — unless you count a grilled cheese sandwich on Tuesday. 

So.. yesterday’s truth is that I really must learn my limits better. I was exhausted this morning. And my body was trying to tell me that.

I should have taken better care of myself during the week.

(But hey, I saw some great music and had a grand time!!) 

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Being part of a team

Today’s truth is this: it feels good to be part of a team. 

I love independent work. I went to an independent, work-at-your-own-pace high school. I place high value on autonomy and personal freedom. 

But it’s reaaaaaaaallly nice to feel valued enough to actively contribute to something bigger than all of us. This kind of work is what moves the world forward.

No, really. 

Thanks to my new “crew” for reaching out and making me feel valued both personally (read: chilli crab) and professionally (read: big strategic plans). In particular, two things really knocked me on the head tonight:

  • Jeff: your openness and willingness to listen critically helped me process several things that I think will be clearer after they’ve marinated in the “broth” of our conversation. Talking with you is always good for my brain.
  • Jabiz: your parting words to me as I headed to a taxi were so small but SO WELCOMING. I squealed in delight when you uttered them, but later en route home, I very nearly cried tears of stupefied glee thinking of those words. 

Thank you.

 

 

**Oh, and Keri-Lee, of course your crabtastic enthusiasm is always a crackup!

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Esperanza me inspira esperanza

This woman‘s music is as close to a religious experience as I think I’ll ever get (though, to be fair… Maceo Parker is also up there). 

I could say more — I want to say so much more — but it’s late and I’m exhausted and I must sleep…. though after a performance like tonight’s, I’m not sure how I will…. I am still buzzing… 

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It’s a vibe

There is a buzz. 

You can’t put your finger on it. People are engaged in conversation — some louder than others — and all you can catch are snippets. Those snippets are sparks — of the good kind…  the kind you want to transfer to many other conversations and relationships.

An individual speaks out with words of announcement and information. Murmurs of agreement arise from the small assembled group. A brave dissident voice squeaks out an opposing view, or an angle not yet mentioned, and positions it as worth looking at — apologizing for playing devil’s advocate, but only because etiquette requires it. The fact is, alternative viewpoints are both required and welcomed, and everyone knows this. This brief exchange is a polite and ethical pretense in this context.

More engaged conversation breaks out among the crowd — in pairs, threes, haphazard tables of four. You hear more snippets, but can’t quite garner full sentences. The phrases you do hear are ones you are familiar with and want more of, so you join a group which is talking about something conceptually so grand and cerebral you quite can’t wrap your head around it, but this does not intimidate you. Rather, it excites you and so you ask questions, which are energetically answered by those surrounding you, who are pleased to have more to say in response. Questions are then asked of you, too, which is good; this is a productive and inspired dialogue. 

Focus is redirected back to the individual who spoke earlier. Pointed questions are asked. Honest responses are given, and lively discussion ensues over coffee, biscuits, and smiles until the last person slips out the door and onto the street. 

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Two nights in a row I’ve had the opportunity to be in social, purposeful environments where I was surrounded by like-minded people. Each involved an NGO: one established and long-running, the other brand-spanking new. Both had something special which is nearly impossible to describe succinctly.

It’s a vibe.

It is that feeling you get when you are with the “right” people — whatever that means for you. When you feel like the conversations you’re having and the information you’re exchanging is part of something much, much bigger and that you’re contributing to something that will push you, them, and the world foward, making everything better in the process.

It’s that feeling you get when you realize a string of coincidences have lined up.

It’s that feeling you get when you meet someone whose interests and philosophies are aligned with yours and you suspect that together you can do incredibly useful and focused work of good.

It’s all of that.

And more.

It is energy — of the good kind.

And I love it.  

 

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Are you aware of AWARE?

Today’s truth: THIS organization is doing good, important, and extremely relevant work: 

Tonight I went to a small informal meeting of educators who are members of or associated with AWARE. It was enlightening, inspiring, informational, and engaging. I have so much to think about, and I am so excited about how I can be more involved. Even if I’m only barely scratching the surface, I will feel confident knowing that I’m working toward AWARE’s change agenda. 

I’ve been following AWARE’s work for just over a year now. I’ve been an Associate Member since June of 2012, but wasn’t sure what that would involve or what opportunities I would have to contribute, being a foreigner and still being so “green” in Singapore. 

I came away from this evening feeling like there is so much work to do, and I’m looking forward to rolling up my sleeves to tackle even just a teeny slice of it, but hopefully much more. 

Yes more. More to come. 

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Beautiful humans with crap communication? Let’s fix this.

“But that’s not how I meant it!”

“I didn’t intend for that reaction.”

“Regardless of how you interpreted it, that wasn’t what I meant…”

All of the above are hallmarks of crap communication. 

Recently I have been witness to several interactions, conversations, and posts that have had this in common: the speaker’s (or writer’s) words or actions were interpreted in a way other than s/he originally intended. (I won’t link or post any details; that would be rude.)

This is normal.

We are humans. 

We cannot read minds. 

(Yet.)

However, what I’ve noticed in these recent interactions is that when the original speaker utters one of the above phrases, everything just stops. Communication shuts down. 

This is because the listener (or reader) feels unheard. What was originally meant to be a two-way discussion has now ended. There is a lack of responsibility implied in all of the statements above. Basically, the speaker is saying, “Well, I can’t control how you think/react/understand what I’ve said, so whatever… that’s not what I meant and it’s your problem because that’s not what I meant and you don’t understand what I was trying to say.”

Yep, full communication shutdown. This is fine, I suppose, if the interaction is between two people who don’t give a sh!t about having any further kind of relationship or positive communication. Okay, so someone’s feelings are hurt, the speaker feels misunderstood, the listener feels misunderstood, but whatevs, yo… move on, coz I got other things ta do and you are not important. Moveon.org and a bag of chips. 

But if the interaction is between two (or more) people who have an established relationship or are trying to establish one — yes, even between a writer and his/her broad audience, coz that’s still a relationship — this kind of response is going to make for a lot of backpedalling and conflict resolution. 

Why?

Because such a response lacks sensitivity, responsibility, and empathy. It completely ignores that when you communicate, you communicate for an audience. That is, the goal in most (all?) communication is to have people understand you, and to repsond in turn. Comments like those at the start of this post imply that your audience was not considered when you spoke/wrote/acted. It doesn’t even allow the audience to have access to what your original intent was. This is true even in situations where your audience is someone you didn’t expect or didn’t know about — the surprise audience. Our words and actions have consequences, and sometimes they are far-reaching beyond our imaginations. This is part of what makes life beautiful and crazy, and it’s also part of what makes all of what we say and do so important

I’ve seen it time and time again: On Twitter. On blogs. In F2F interactions at the bus stop. In email conversations. In classrooms. In press conferences on TV. If you don’t acknowledge the recipient’s interpretation and feelings, you are ending the communication, and possibly even ending the relationship… or at least putting it on that trajectory. 

And I’m tired of people simply claiming “That’s not what I meant. So there” and thinking that’s enough. 

It isn’t! 

An apology is always good. It’s hard, though, and so maybe that’s why people don’t always offer one in these circumstances. Apologies mean acknowledging some kind of wrong, and people don’t like to think of themselves as having done anything wrong. This is self-preservation. Oh, and an apology that sounds like, “Oh, I’m sorry – that wasn’t what I meant” is equally as insensitive, irresponsible, and unempathetic.

Instead, acknowledge what your reader/viewer/listener has understood. Paraphrase and repeat back to them to clarify their understanding. Then say something along the lines of 

“I’m sorry that what I said / did gave you that understanding. I want you to know that I did not intend it that way but I now see why you might interpret it as such. I am sorry that I was not clear / thorough / thoughtful / whatever.” 

A response like this one above takes responsibility for your actions or words. It lets the other person know that you heard what s/he said, and attempted to understand how s/he understood you differently than how you intended. It is respectful. It might be adapted or expanded to include other things if your listener/viewer/reader was personally (and unintentionally) offended or hurt. I mean, you can play around with this, right? It invites conversation.

The main thing I’m getting at is that absolving oneself from the pain of miscommunication simply by saying “that’s now how I meant it” does little to further a respectful relationship of any kind. 

I am not, btw, implying that all writers/speakers/people of the world need to be responsible for and take into consideration the possible thoughts/feelings/interpretations of every single person in the world who might read their work, hear them speak, or have a friendly interaction with them on the street. That would be completely over-the-top and far beyond what any human could do. What I am saying, though, is that in all of our actions and words, with everyone, we could all do a little more to consider the wider implications of how they will be interpreted by others. 

It’s about being aware, being cognizant, being empathetic. 

How might this be understood?

What might it be like for this person to hear this / see this / read this / receive this / take this / know this? 

Even just considering the answers to those two questions, I suspect, could start us off on the right foot. 

We will mess up. We will be misunderstood and others will misunderstand us. We will hurt people. 

But I hope that when that happens, we can respond in ways that are empathetic, thoughtful, and sensitive, rather than simply clinging to the self-defense conversation-stopper of “But that’s not what I intended.”

You are bigger than your words and actions. They go beyond your intentions and purposes. This is one of the most beautiful things about being human, so let’s embrace and nurture it carefully to develop the kinds of relationships that will make us even more beautiful and human. 

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ties

It’s always a surprise when… 

… the ties that are tight end up being the ones you have least in common with.

… the ties that are loose are the ones you have the most in common with.

… the “ties-are-tight” people get jealous of friendships that bloom among the “ties-are-loose” crowd. 

… the “ties-are-loose” people think everyone is “ties-are-loose” and can’t figure out what’s going on.

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I love being in between. It keeps life interesting.

That’s today’s truth.

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The sick mood cycle

Today’s truth comes in bullet points / stream-of-consciousness: 

  • When I am feeling unwell, I get into a really nasty mood combination of self-pity, irritability, and general discomfort. Nothing feels right. 
  • This happens even when I am a little sick, like I have been this week. This isn’t even halfway to super sick. I’m just sniffly and coughy and sneezy. I know it could be (has been) worse and yet I still get into a snit about being sick. 
  • I’m rather ashamed of this. 
  • I don’t like not feeling like myself. 
  • I feel like I’m a waste of a person on these days, barely getting through tasks that have any meaning, or still doing the tasks that have big meaning, but without much heart, just going through the motions, doing the things that need to be done (read: paperwork) but none of the things that have lasting consequence in my mind, or missing what should have lasting consequence because I feel unengaged, and this is because when I’m unwell I can’t remember things or think properly or devote myself to deep cognitive processes. I’m spent. 
  • I hope people forgive me. 
  • I want to be well tomorrow, and so I stayed home so that I could be well tomorrow, and the whole time I stayed home I kept thinking about what I would be doing if I were out doing things (probably a lot more things in my head than I actually would be doing.)
  • This makes me think of all the people who have ongoing illnesses or chronic pain and I wonder how the hell they keep going. 
  • I myself have been sick sick sick for days on end before with major pain where I was out of commission for days/ weeks and looking back it feels like I lost a part of myself whenever that happened every month. What a mess. It’s a miracle I got through that without completely losing the plot. I am so glad I don’t have that any more. Praise and glory be.
  • This then makes me think depressing thoughts about my future and I worry about what I will be like if I’m cursed with some illness in old age that makes me unwell all the time. I will be a depressed old lady of the worst kind and no one will want to be around me and I will have no friends.  
  • This feeds the general nasty mood combination in the first bullet point above, and the cycle continues.

There’s a poem in there somewhere. 

I think. 

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