Archive for April, 2009

Change

Tuesday, April 28th, 2009

The only constant is change. Perhaps that’s why we don’t notice it. Until the change reaches tipping point that is. Then everything is different.

We don’t notice our faces age every day; The millimeters children grow every day; The changes in the length of the day. We do notice laugh lines before 30; that the baby can reach objects on the table; thatall of a sudden it seems to be dark before we leave work.

Our blind spots extend beyond the simple observations of things we take for granted. We don’t notice changes in our lives, our habits, our opinions, our feelings, our behaviors. We are often oblivious to the way our environment changes us, but it does. Have you ever been changed by something you witnessed? Something you experienced? The loss of a loved one that makes you more aware of your blessings? The end of a relationship that changes your outlook on love? The loss of a job that makes you re-arrange your priority list?

I have had a few experiences changed me instantaneously; a car accident and the birth of my son. The irony here is that the changes those experiences precipitated were a long time coming.

  • I had 9 months to prepare for motherhood. I changed every single day of my pregnancy. I became less and less selfish, more and more aware of the needs of my baby. I became more and more focused on the present, because the future was too uncertain to imagine. I relied more and more on loved ones as I became less and less physically (and at times mentally- who leaves their wallet in the fridge?) capable.
  • After the accident I deferred Uni and took some time to re-assess my life direction. If I am honest with myself, the decision to scrutinize my life had its roots 18 months earlier in the first few weeks of Uni. I realized shortly after the novelty of drinking between lectures had worn off, that Uni wasn’t the fertile ground I was looking for. It wasn’t until the accident that I could see the subtle ways my life direction had changed.

Change is incremental more often than it is monumental. You change every moment of every day. You change to become more like the people you spend time with. You change to become more like the thoughts you most think and the emotions you most feel.

The only constant is change. Perhaps that’s why we don’t notice it.

Quarter-Life consolidation

Sunday, April 26th, 2009

I am sitting on the couch in front of my beloved laptop thinking, desperately thinking of a reason to celebrate. You see I just poured myself a class of bubbly. I wanted a glass of wine to go with my chocolate but there was no open bottle so I settle for a piccolo of Champagne that has been sitting in the fridge since my baby was born. I am drinking it out of the only Champagne flute I own which is oh so tackily decorated with glittery hearts and a big number 18; a memento from my 18th birthday.

Queue my favorite CD refusing to play. So I’m forced to go and get the only CD’s that don’t live in the garage. An old CD wallet from when I was 18. Maybe 18 is the theme here; except I celebrated my 18th 7 years ago. I am turning 25.

Yes I am ‘still young’ and yes I am often told I am ‘old for my years’. The essence of it though is that I have made more mistakes and navigated more emotional minefields than some twice my age. Here are my humble observations and lessons hard won from the past quarter century:

  1. I feel much better when I sing out loud
  2. Less is more
  3. I am not defined by my resume, address, job, family, my body or anything else
  4. Flaws are beautiful. Curves are sexy
  5. You don’t always get what you want; which is great because what we ‘want’ usually isn’t what will make us truly happy
  6. Life is too short not to eat chocolate
  7. Its not daggy to love old music; ok it is but I don’t care
  8. Unless a single look from your man makes you feel secure; he isn’t the one for you
  9. Fixing the world isn’t my responsibility. Tending to my corner of it is.
  10. Cooking is easy once you know how
  11. I always have a choice
  12. ‘hating’ isn’t helpful
  13. Our parent’s did the best they could; just as I do for my son
  14. Friendship is a priceless gift and its worth working for
  15. I always have enough money but sometimes I spend it on the wrong things
  16. You never see yourself for what you are; that comes with hindsight
  17. No-one is a mind reader. If you need it or want it ask!
  18. There is no ‘right way’. There is however ‘my way’ ;)
  19. Experience is truly the best teacher
  20. If everybody likes you; you’re probably not really being true to yourself
  21. Sometimes the best thing to do is nothing
  22. There is a difference between judgment and discernment
  23. Fears are tissue paper thin. Once you do it you wonder what you were afraid of
  24. Time doesn’t heal all wounds. Forgiveness does.
  25. Sex is definitely better than chocolate; I don’t care how good the chocolate is

I will probably disagree with many of these in another 25 years and laugh at my youthful naivete. We’ll see.

Grace under slander

Friday, April 24th, 2009

This morning saw the resurrection of my 15 year old self. For those of you who never had the pleasure; she was a brash, fearsome and opinionated. She rarely took a breath and if you found her somewhere other than atop her soap-box you took a photo to preserve the memory.

I was living the illusion that the 15 year old me was safely living in old photo albums and dusty boxes of mementos. So needless to say her appearance this morning took me by surprise. The most shocking part was how simple it was to provoke her. Facebook, bloody Facebook! Trust a social media to ignite the socially awkward, chubby over achiever in me.

The rousing of the dead went like this: I awoke and, as usual, checked my Facebook, Gmail and Twitter. But this morning my face flushed, my stomach turned to lead; genuine teenage angst flooded my veins. The comment spoke to the deepest fears of my youthful self. A single petty comment from someone I haven’t spoken to in a decade took the bounce from my step and replaced it with the dragging feet of impending embarrassment.

The 15 year old in me wanted to respond with an equally below the belt wall-to-wall comment laden with spite and malice. The more compassionate 21 year old in me voted for Direct Messaging the person and asking what insecurity inspired such pettiness. It took me a deep breath and a minute or so for my current incarnation to take centre stage. When she did I got clear. My lessons:

  • The world is getting smaller, our networks are getting bigger and off-hand comments now reach more than the 2 or 3 girlfriends they used to; they reach the world, they are recorded on the web forever.
  • Not everyone will like me, not everybody should like me. If everybody likes me I am not living my truth, because personal truth lived with passion is bound to rub someone the wrong way.
  • Most of all it’s none of my business what other people think of me.

So my eventual reaction once my 15 and 21 year old selves were safely back in their boxes? The graceful path; I did nothing. Other than this blog.

Please note: I wrote this blog months ago and held it back, for obvious reasons.

Big Yellow Taxi

Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009

After a (minor) melt down Saturday morning (There is only so much of a teething baby one I can take without a break) my loving and supportive partner took the darling little bundle on some errands while I went for a coffee.

I chose a quiet corner of Gloria Jeans and let up my laptop, note pad and coffee. Not 5 minutes later 4 girls arrived and sat across from me. All of a sudden the corner was not so quiet. For the most part I ignored them and got on with my work. An hour and a half later, when my concentration was waning and they were loudly singing to “Big Yellow Taxi”, I surrendered and began to observe them.

They piqued my attention because I sang that song, the original version which I am sure they don’t know exists, when I was around their age. Looking at them they are strikingly similar to my teenage friendship group; loud, obnoxious, all front, terribly insecure and they feel totally adult.

Surprisingly I find these girls very comforting; they are living reminders of how far I’ve come in the past decade. On the other hand the scene saddens me a little.

Their outfits were carefully constructed to appear casual, their make-up applied to look natural,  their laughter was forced & fake, the bravado false, they never really made eye contact, even with each other, & the body language was defensive and fidgety even amognst the obviously familiar company. Is this just indicative of the experience of a teenager or are our young girls trying to embody what they are inherently not ready for? Womanhood.

I discussed the experience with a close girlfriend of mine (we will call her Elle) on the weekend and she had a similar reaction. We both acutely remember the insecurity, inadequacy, the feeling of not quite fitting in with even your best friends & thinking that you are the only one who feels that way. Both Elle and I remember not having any clear role-models and the scarcity of information to help us navigate our own inner landscape.

So is the mix of comfort and sadness I feel just a product of my inner dichotomies or is it a reflection of something deeper? I’m not sure. Part of me (my dichotomies again) thinks that if we have outstanding role models for young girls and a medium for girls to access them, then the teenage journey may be less daunting. On the other hand perhaps the awkwardness of our youth has made us the women we are today.

Maybe I am only remembering the less than fun parts of my teenage years and forgetting all the fun I had.

Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.” – Big Yellow Taxi
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Balance

Monday, April 20th, 2009

Believe it or not, balance is a naturally occurring state. Something either balances or it doesn’t. It flows or it doesn’t. Making something balanced by brute force will never work, because when the force is gone so is the balance.

If we try to force balance in our lives we are never able to relax. We become exhausted and our forced balance begins to slip. We feel ‘out of balance’ and we go looking for tools, techniques and coaches to teach us how to manhandle things back into a forced balance.

We have all done it. I know I used to. I sense that something was consuming too much energy and pulling me off centre so I would work extra hard, ‘fire myself up’ in the hope of creating more energy or try to prop everything else up.

We feel we are not spending enough time with our friends. It would help to spend a leisurely afternoon and spending quality, restorative and refreshing time with a friend. Instead we over schedule ourselves trying to catch up with everybody in the same weekend. Or we feel like work is taking over our life so we do more overtime believing if we work super-duper-ridiculous hours we will get on top of it. All we end up doing is working more, and finding more work to do. The ‘on top of it’ moment never comes.

So what other choices do we have? We could quiet the noise, cease the busyness and just listen for a moment. Listen to what you really want to do next. You see when we feel off kilter we usually have a deeply hidden desire. Your intuition is whispering the ideal counterbalance. A yearning so simple we most often dismiss it. An unpretentious pleasure, easily achieved. If you tune in & act on the quiet voice the outcome is remarkable; instant balance.

Some of the small indulgences that have saved my sanity in the past include:

  1. A pot of peppermint tea
  2. Fine dark chocolate
  3. A walk along the beach
  4. Old movies
  5. Reading a great book
  6. Journaling
  7. A sleep in
  8. A day at the Museum
  9. A good cry
  10. Putting my feet up
  11. Singing at the top of my lungs
  12. Buying fresh flowers
  13. Sitting in the park under a tree
  14. Hiding in a secluded café for an hour
  15. A weekend away

A girlfriend I caught up with recently named pedicures as one of her balance inducing activities.

None of these are goal orientated activities. In and of themselves they don’t  actually achieve anything. That is the key. You don’t create a balanced environment ripe for producing results by being results focused all the time. You have to play as hard as you work.

My small indulgences create space for me to stop ‘doing’ and just ‘be’. They break the cycle of craziness long enough for me to breathe. After a breath and a moment of real ‘me-ness’ my natural balance bubbles up to the surface and I can move on with more grace.

Now when I feel off balance I take my foot off the gas instead of flooring it.

A step in the right direction

Friday, April 17th, 2009

I am beginning to believe that we no longer know what a woman’s body looks like. It sounds like I am about to begin a soap-box tirade about the beauty myth and the beauty industry and honestly- I’m not. That argument has gotten old. We all know that the current idea of ‘beauty’ is unrealistic. If that is news to you let me know what rock you have been hiding under – it is the best hiding spot on the planet.

The practices of digitally re-creating already beautiful women has been the subject of many an expose. As Jennifer Romolini of Shine put it recently:

We know you attach your cover models’ heads to skinnier bodies. We know you slim down their thighs and their noses and you lighten their skin. We know you smooth out all of the facial “imperfections” that make them look human. We’re tired of fembots. We can handle the truth.

I couldn’t agree more. I would postulate that many of us don’t know what a real woman’s body looks like anymore. We all (most women I know) believe our bodies are freakishly abnormal in some way; lamenting the ways we don’t live up to the impossible ideal. Understandably so, when the only comparisons we have are to catwalk models, photo-shopped magazine shoots or surgically enhanced porn stars.

While I can appreciate the beauty of the images we are presented I challenge that they represent any reality that can be maintained without cosmetic surgery, specialist make-up artists, stylists, lighting designers, control underwear, dietitians, chefs, personal trainers and often retouching professionals. Even the images touted as ‘natural’ often need a handful of professionals to create.

In a culture that could almost do away with real women in favour of infinitely more perfect digitally created ones, I take my hat off to French Elle and the amazing women who chose to pose as their real selves. April’s issue of Elle celebrates women in their true beauty; no makeup and no retouching. Granted the (brave and inspiring) women are lit beautifully by talented lighting designers and the photographer is worth his/her weight in gold and they are wearing loose clothes that hide the so-called ‘imperfections’ of a real woman’s body, but heck they look like a woman should!

Cover of April's issue of Elle France

I am looking forward to Australian and American publications following this example and wistfully dreaming of the day when it is accepted that real women have bellies & stretchmarks*, asymmetrical breasts**, blemishes and beautiful intricacies.

* & **Please note that these links contain images of partial, tasteful & non-sexual, nudity that may not be appropriate for viewing at work or by sensative readers.

Bleed myself dry

Wednesday, April 15th, 2009

For you I’d bleed myself dry -Coldplay

Who would you bleed yourself dry for? Who do you bleed yourself dry for?

Most of the women I know have at one stage or another given their absolute all. Drained their tank. Completely exhausted their energy reserves. Bled themselves dry. I know I have.

Whether its obligation, a need to martyr ourselves or inexperience we usually feel as though we have no other choice. There is always a choice and I must admit more often than not I’ve made the wrong one. Putting another’s needs before mine until I don’t have enough energy left to be any help to either of us.

The first time was for a friend in High school. I was totally dedicated to the wellbeing of this girl. I stayed on the phone until 3am on school nights so she would not fall asleep alone. I removed temptingly sharp objects, ferried messages to boyfriends and even let her pash my crush.

The second time I bled myself dry was for a job. I would get in early, take no lunch break and leave as late as 10pm. I even worked some weekends. Some days I wouldn’t even take a bathroom break. I personally invested in staff, coaching some outside business hours. One time I went to work with no voice at all and drank special herbal teas all day just to speak.

Lastly and most recently I bled myself dry for my baby. I’m sure I am not alone. The first few months of parenthood come close to taking everything you’ve got. Amazing physical feats of natural childbirth and healing. Sleep deprivation. The discomfort of the early days of breastfeeding and the responsibility of physically sustaining a life for 6 months. Developing super-human patience.

For me only the last hemorrhage of energy was worthwhile. In the beginning I bled because I didn’t know how to clot. I am not against throwing yourself wholly into a situation but from experience it is best done with supervision and support, and not out of desperation.

Would you bleed yourself dry?

Camping Lesson

Tuesday, April 14th, 2009

It wasn’t, my klutziness, my irrational fear of dirt and bugs, my total novice-ness in the realm of camping that did it. But we knew it would be something.

We knew the first official family camping trip would be a story. We expected it to be a war-story of challenge, perhaps even gore and tragedy. The interesting (and for me worrisome) part of the Easter weekend was discovering exactly what would go wrong.

I had made lists, done research, packed everything a novice camper can think of. I was expecting to stumble somewhat outside my comfort zone. Anticipated learning from other, more experienced, Mums. Prepared to put my parenting skills to work in a foreign environment.

The tent went up just fine. We hardly forgot a thing; map baby-spoon and hammer. Cooking and dinner was a breeze. Socialising with new people; easy. Avoiding bugs; almost effortless.

Night one: Teething baby. Hysterical screams loud enough to wake the dead.

Lesson Learned: The real trouble is probably going to blind-side you. So controlling everything doesn’t help.

Life/Work Balance

Tuesday, April 7th, 2009

Why do we insist on referring to a reasonable ratio of work in our lives as ‘Work Life Balance’?

With the research demonstrating that Play is vitally important to our mental and physical (and I would argue spiritual) health, why isn’t anybody talking about ‘Play/Life Balance’? We could just as easily discuss ‘Sleep/Life Balance too with the detrimental effects of sleep deprivation well documented and estimates that our poor sleeping habits cost Australia between $3 and $7 Billion dollars annually. But we don’t discuss these things.

Societally we think that Work is phenomenally more important than rest, play, health, sleep and in some cases even family. The phrase ‘Work/Life Balance’ really says it all. At best work is as important as the sum total of our lives outside of work. At worst it is more important than the sum total of our life outside work. We even put work first in the phrase, which in the English language denotes priority and importance. I have nothing against successful careers & ambition. I just question whether tunnel visioned focus on career doesn’t negatively impact the mind, body and network of the worker. I can’t see the joy of a fantastic career in a failing body, a miserable mind and scarcity of loved ones to share it with.

How did we get ourselves so far off track? Do we really think that on our death beds (which will arrive a whole lot quicker if we continue to worship work as we currently do) that we will smile happily that we were a CEO, worked outrageous hours of overtime and made sacrifices for our work? Or are we more likely to lament missed opportunities for walks along the beach, adventures unlived and not having said ‘i love you’ more often?

With the recession forcing our society to reassess past practices we are seeing people re-ordering priorities, re-evaluating career aspirations and making headway on achieving their dreams. Are we beginning, en mass, to realise that our legacy could be more than a high salary and positive performance reviews?

Fail Often

Sunday, April 5th, 2009

Most of us have a fear of failure. Software failures. Failed relationships. Failure to thrive. Failing tests. Failing to get the job. Failing to make the sale. Failing to pick up.  I have known people (hmmm some friend – not me) who has had tantrums when the laptop fails to connect to the network.  ‘Epic fail’ is even a put down these days.

So why would anyone ever give advice to ‘Fail quickly and fail often’? I dare you to google the phrase. You will get results from Professors, Marketing Gurus like Seth Godin and HarvardBusiness.org. So what do they know that we don’t?

Nothing.

They do however have a different perspective.  They are focused on learning. They accept that failing is a natural part of the learning process. They are far less attached to the stigma and embarrassment of failure, less interested in keeping face.  They realise that not acting, or playing it safe (thus remaining stagnant) is far worse than making a few mistakes en route to the next epiphany. re

So how do we apply the thinking of the world’s top strategists (not the ones responsible for the global credit crisis I promise) to our daily lives? Ask for Honest Feedback if its not working let it go or change it. Take action; if in doubt do something, anything, just don’t allow yourself to remain stagnant by default.

Even Michael Jordan fails a lot.