Posts Tagged ‘self-care’

Rocks, rock and roll, and other sources of joy

Monday, May 20th, 2013

When I was depressed, I completely lost track of what made me happy. I had to play detective in my own life to uncover sources of joy.  In this week’s podcast, I encourage you to do the same, engaging your five senses to help you stay uplifted, inspired, and happy.

This is the link to the Harvard Review article about Ellen Langer’s study:

http://harvardmagazine.com/2010/09/the-mindfulness-chronicles?page=all

And here is one of my favorite photos of tenacious plants growing out of rocks:

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What are your favorite ways to engage your senses?

T-shirt philosophy

Tuesday, March 12th, 2013

I may be the only person in the world who changed her life because of something she read on a t-shirt.

I am not sure who first decided that printing words on clothing was a good way to express ideas, but clever sayings, writ large, are common in modern American clothing. The words that changed my life, however, were small. They weren’t printed on the front of the shirt as a slogan. They were printed on a tag, and they expressed a simple philosophy.

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“Do what you like. Like what you do.” Anyone who has worn a “Life is good” t-shirt has seen them.

I had a close encounter with these words as I sorted laundry one rainy spring morning. I had seen them before, but for some reason, this time they caused me to dissolve in tears. I had been doing a lot of thinking, and I had come to realize that I neither did what I liked nor liked what I did. Something had to change, or I was never going to be happy. While I believed in general that life is good, my life was not any fun any more. I spent most of my time making sure that the lives of others were good. I took care of my children, my husband, extended family, friends, church family. The list went on and on. But if you had asked me that morning what I liked, I could barely have answered the question.

I looked at that tiny tag for a long time. Its words were so simple, but I felt them profoundly. I would probably never know the meaning of life, but at that moment, I realized that serving others at the expense of my own joy was wrong. I knew I wasn’t asking for much. I just wanted to choose the movie or the meal and not have someone second-guess my choice. I wanted to put myself first, not all the time, but at least once in a while. I didn’t have to be at the top of my priority list, but I had to be ON the list. Otherwise, I realized, I would come to the end of my life without having lived it.

Thus began the exploration that led me out of depression and into a life of joy. I won’t pretend that it was easy or that it was painless. I would be mortified if I gave the impression that I am always happy-go-lucky and my life is all roses and sunshine. I got divorced. I lost some “friends.” Many things changed, but eventually, I realized that most of the changes were for the better. I am married again, this time to a man who is my best friend and who nurtures me. My life is rich and full of true friends, more than ever before. My children are thriving. I am looking forward to a wonderful future while I enjoy the wonderful present.

I still have bad days sometimes, and I still have to work at keeping things positive. I must be proactive in keeping depression at bay, because for whatever reasons, I am prone to it. Still. The effort is always worthwhile.

Today, life IS good. I do what I like, and I like what I do. I still serve others, but not at the expense of my own joy. Amazingly, when I nurture my own joy, it seems I have more abundant resources to share with others. Giving out of abundance is a blessing. Giving all you have is unsustainable.

Maybe changing my life based on t-shirt philosophy was a little weird, but of course, it wasn’t really the t-shirt that changed things. It was my decision to accept the simple truth that my life was worth changing. If you don’t do what you like and like what you do, maybe it’s time to start.

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What would make you happy right now?

Monday, February 11th, 2013

Do you know what would make you happy right now?

Would you be happy if you met the love of your life? If you found your dream job at twice your dream salary, would you be happy? Would a week or two in Hawaii turn up the volume of your happiness? How about a winning lottery ticket?

We get lots of messages about happiness, and many of them come from people who are peddling happiness for a price. A Pinterest-worthy home, or a shiny new luxury car, or that dream vacation would make us all happy, right?

Are you surprised that I say yes, those things would make me happy?

Ah, but there is a catch. They would all make me happy…for a little while. The problem with happiness like that is that it wears off. The new and shiny eventually becomes ordinary or even lackluster. The most fashionable home eventually becomes dated. Shiny new cars eventually turn into rust buckets. Vacationing is fun, but like most humans, I like to feel needed and productive.

America, we have been sold a bill of goods when it comes to thinking about happiness. We have been taught to equate pleasure with happiness. When the happiness wears off, we’ve been taught to buy more pleasure. This isn’t all bad, of course. I enjoy pleasure as much as the next guy. I need a new iPhone 5 and a sparkly diamond bracelet and a hardtop convertible at least as much as the people who have them, and they would be fun to have. I would be happy to get those things, and someone would be very happy to sell them to me. Buying and selling make the economy go ’round, and we all benefit from a healthy economy. So what’s the problem?

The problem is that happiness and pleasure are not the same thing.

Pleasure brings us fleeting happiness. The pleasure of a new car may last much longer than the pleasure of a candy bar, but eventually, pleasure always fades.

If we are looking for long-term happiness, we don’t want pleasure at all. What we want is satisfaction.

I have had “friends” criticize me for my insatiable curiosity or for the time I spend with my nose in a book, but I have come to understand that learning fills a deep desire inside of me. When I spend time learning, I feel happy in a way that a new toy can’t come close to giving me. Spending time in activities that I value, including writing and speaking, lights me up inside. It’s a huge bonus if someone else gets a boost from what I have to say.

If you want to be happier, spend time noticing what makes you feel satisfied, and then do more of it. If you’re an employee, a parent, and/or a spouse, I’m not talking about doing your job, taking care of your kids, or making a meal for your family, unless those things really light you up. I have friends who love to cook, but I cook only because my family and I need to eat. I used to feel bad about that, but now I feel no need to apologize. On the other hand, I feel quite satisfied when I organize and label everything in a closet. Yes, I am a nerd, and I am just as entitled to my joy as you are to yours.

For the next couple of days, I am attending a conference given by author Michael Hyatt. During tonight’s session, he said we feel happy when we are growing toward an objective that is meaningful to us. Meaning is the key, and growth is the feeling of making progress. I value learning. When I work toward that objective, I feel satisfaction that goes deeper, much deeper, than mere pleasure. It is an enduring happiness that I can create any time I want.

Robert Louis Stevenson wrote, “There is no duty we so underrate as the duty to be happy. By being happy, we bestow anonymous benefits upon the world.” What meaningful objective can you grow toward? It doesn’t have to be meaningful to anyone but you. You don’t have to defend it, justify it, or save the world with it. Your happiness is meaningful on its own merits. I urge you to go and find it.

Living the dream

Wednesday, July 4th, 2012

This summer has been like no other for me. I am in hot pursuit of a long-held dream, and it is changing me and my world.

I am in the chase for the Toastmasters International World Championship of Public Speaking, which is held annually at the Toastmasters International convention. The contest began in February at the club level. That contest is followed by the area, division, and district. I won at the district in April. That means I get to go on to the semi-finals on August 16.

TI says 30,000 Toastmasters enter the contest in their local clubs. At the semi-finals, 86 contestants remain.

I feel proud of the efforts that have brought me this far. To be in the top 0.3% of this year’s contestants feels wonderful. I am doing everything I can to win the top prize, because I know it will open doors of opportunity for me as a writer and professional speaker. I am eager to bring my message about healthy thinking to a much wider audience.

I have learned so much by going through this process. Whatever happens at the next levels, I have gained valuable knowledge and experience by pursuing my dream. I am deeply grateful for this opportunity.

Some knowledge is new for me. I am learning more detailed skills about speaking itself.

I already knew many of the other, more general lessons, but that knowledge is being reinforced. Top among those themes: Growth without pain is rare; some people will be frightened or angry if you change; self-development is worthwhile.

I am listening to an audiobook which I highly recommend: Innovate You by Jeff DeGraff. He describes one of the reasons change is difficult: Change not only creates the new, but in the process, it also destroys the old.

DeGraff cites the example of becoming a marathon runner. To successfully run a marathon, a sedentary person needs to do more than just start running. He will also have to change the ways he eats, drinks, and sleeps. The activities of a sedentary life will not produce a marathon runner, and so anyone who wants to run at that level must give up many of his previous activities. Maybe there won’t be any more golf outings on Saturdays, happy hours with coworkers, or greasy fast food meals with the kids. The golf buddies, coworkers, and kids may not be happy about these changes. They are likely to pressure the new marathoner to go back to his old ways. Change, DeGraff writes, may take you away from people who are not changing.

The process of this speech contest is very similar to the one experienced by the marathoner. This summer, I am seeing far less of my friends. I am spending less time in the pool, and I have yet to take the boat out of storage. Reading, studying, writing, and practicing are consuming many hours. I am traveling frequently to get feedback and coaching. I wake up thinking about speaking. I fall asleep pondering whether to put a particular word in the middle of a sentence or at the end for the most impact.

To be frank, I am probably quite a bore. I am sorry about that, but not sorry enough to give up my dream.

Win or lose at the next level, I will be forever changed for having gone through this process. So will the people around me. My husband is pitching in more at home; my daughter is learning to contribute more as well. My friends are seeing less of me, but when I am around, they notice that I am more satisfied with the direction my life is taking.

Growing into a dream is the hardest work imaginable, but it is also the most rewarding.

Bully for me!

Sunday, April 22nd, 2012

Bullying is a topic that has received a lot of press over the last few years. Most of the articles and news items I have seen refer to children being bullied in school. The saddest reports are about teen suicides that seem to be related to bullying.

From recent personal experience, I can tell you that bullying does not end when childhood does.

In trying to deal effectively with a bully in my life, I went to my trusty friend, Google. I came across several articles online that, to be kind, were of limited usefulness. Advice to ignore a bully isn’t really helpful, especially when the bully is someone you must see daily at work or in some other setting. And while all of our technological connectedness allows our friends and family instant access to us, it also allows a bully with an e-mail address or a cell phone number to intrude. Blocking and deleting work only if a bully is not a co-worker, a boss, or in some other position that requires contact.

Adult bullying is likely to take the form of emotional attacks rather than the threat of physical violence. One website I visited
calls bullying by adults “social violence.” I think this is an apt phrase. My bully didn’t have to lay a hand on me to make me feel beaten up. Emotional beatings can cause damage that isn’t visible but is real.

Clever bullies can even trick us into participating in our own abuse. My bully knows that I want things to go well and that I try very hard when I work on projects. I’m known as a little of an overachiever, because I work to make sure things are done right. When anything goes wrong, I am quick to claim responsibility, even if it isn’t mine. It’s part of the “good girl” pleaser-type profile that I have worked somewhat unsuccessfully to shed.

Nothing is ever the fault of a bully. Choosing someone like me to pick on makes their job so much easier.

I didn’t label my treatment at the hands of this person “bullying” at first, but as time went on, and as I felt more and more attacked, I began to ask the questions I needed to answer.

Had I made a mistake that led this person to attack me? Was I truly screwing things up for everyone involved? Were the criticisms leveled at me valid? Was I, in fact, mean-spirited, controlling, over-emotional, and hypocritical?

I tried to be rational and reasoned in looking for answers. Was I totally blameless in the situation that led to the most recent emotional attack? No. I shouldered perhaps ten percent of the blame. The other ninety percent belonged to the bully. I soon realized in the cool light of reason that I was being attacked as a handy scapegoat. I also realized that the vitriolic criticism leveled at me was far out of proportion to the problem being addressed. And therein lay the solution for my emotional reaction to the bullying.

I was able to step back and see that the hateful words directed at me were not about the situation at hand. They were about the bully’s need for control and power.

Well, that bully picked the wrong girl to pick on.

I made a decision to defend my own mental health. Having performed an examination of my own actions and motives, I told the bully to leave me alone. I must have contact with this person on occasion, but when I do, I will not allow the attacks to continue to penetrate my consciousness. I will vigorously defend myself, but not by engaging with the bully. I will save my own sanity by having and executing a plan that occurs mostly within my own mind.

Little digs? I will ignore them. They are not about me; they are about the bully’s need to hurt me. Denying that will be a pleasure. Open criticism in front of others? I will respond by saying, “Thank you for your feedback.” Nothing more. Phone calls will go unanswered. E-mailed nastiness will be ignored. I have the option to decline to work in groups which contain this person, and I will exercise that option.

Do I expect the bully to get the message and go find someone else to pick on? Nope. This bully likes a challenge, and I expect there will be a stepping up of efforts to get to me. When those efforts fail to bear bitter fruit for the bully, over time, the bullying will stop. And I am strong enough to withstand the attacks.

I am strong enough because I know to remind myself of these things:
–The bully needs control and power.
–By refusing to engage with the bully, I keep control of myself and my power–my right to make decisions for myself.
–I do not have to be perfect. If legitimate criticism comes from a bully, I can choose to learn from it without accepting the whole package of blame and scorn.
–I deserve to be treated well, and it is my prerogative to decline to interact with anyone who does not respect me.
–I have control of my own life. I can remove myself from the situation including the bully, either temporarily or permanently.

When I was online, exploring the issue of adult bullying, I ran across a blog that I liked. I especially loved this quote from its author, Lisa Merlo-Booth: “Hold yourself in warm regard even in the face of their obnoxious, mean-spirited behavior.”

Warm regard is a lovely thing to offer yourself. I recommend it highly.

Mom to the world

Wednesday, March 7th, 2012

Last night, I met with some other moms at the cheer coach’s house to plan a banquet for our daughters’ team. The coach introduced us by our first names to her daughter’s boyfriend. As each of us were introduced, we said our daughter’s name, because he knows all of them. I laughed and said, “I don’t have a name. I’m just Katherine’s mom.”

I have been a mother for 27 years now, and I have grown accustomed to being known as my daughters’ mom. There have been times when I had to struggle to define and retain my own identity outside the role of “Mom.” Sometimes there still are. It is a common problem among my friends. I believe it will get easier when my youngest daughter flies from the nest, but for now, I’m still in Mom mode most of the time. We are also hosting a lovely French exchange student this school year, and being a “host mom” had held its own set of joys and challenges. I take pride in being a good mom, but sometimes I do feel like mothering is all that I do.

When I returned home from the meeting last night, my husband told me about a commercial he had seen for the Apple iPhone, in which a young man told his virtual assistant Siri to call him “Rock God.” I recently acquired the same phone, and I have been learning to use Siri to help me. I thought it would be funny to have Siri call me, “Ma’am.”

I picked up my phone and opened the Siri app. “Siri,” I instructed, “I want you to call me ma’am.”

“Okay,” her robot voice intoned, “From now on I will call you Mom. Okay?”

I looked at the screen. It displayed, “From now on I will call you ma’am. Okay?” But she pronounced it “mom.”

What the heck? Everybody else calls me mom. So I said, “Okay.”

“Mom,” she said. “That has a nice ring to it.”

And so it does.

Reaction time

Tuesday, March 6th, 2012

After visiting my doctor and getting halfway through a round of antibiotics, my meat body feels much better today. I am not yet 100% well, but I am vastly improved. While I am still close enough to clearly see the physical illness that laid me low for five days, I want to remind myself that the meat body can hold tremendous sway over the spirit.

I was feeling too lousy for most activities, so I spent a lot of time online and reading. The reading was great, but the online activity was not the best idea. In an online forum this weekend, I was roundly criticized by a “friend” for my “failings” as perceived by that person.

Normally, I would have shrugged it off for what it was: someone talking about something that is none of their business. Weakened by illness, I took it far more personally than I should have. When we are already hurting, fresh hurts are more painful.

Sometimes, the best way to respond to challenges is to wait. Wait until your body heals. Wait until your emotions calm down. Wait until you have had time to think about it, to sleep on it, to let it simmer for a while. I work hard to remember that “responding” is not the same as “reacting.” A reaction can be the first thing that pops into our minds or even a reflex that occurs before any thought at all. That’s why they are sometimes called “knee-jerk” reactions. A response can be thoughtful and constructive.

I chose to ignore the perceived attack publicly, but privately, I wore out a couple of friends with my venting. Venting can be useful, of course; just think of what happens if a pressure cooker doesn’t blow off a little steam. I hope that I didn’t overtax my friends. Because they are true friends, they indulged me for a little while and then encouraged me to move past it. What excellent friends I am blessed to have!

This is what it means to practice healthy thinking. It is both meanings of the word practice. It is a behavior that we consciously choose, and it takes repetition to learn to do it well. If I practice, practice, practice my practice of healthy thinking, I will get better, and it will get easier.

What a sicko!

Saturday, March 3rd, 2012

The plain truth is that I am just plain sick today. Why does it feel like I have failed?

I get bronchitis nearly every winter. Every time I get it, I know what it is. That heavy feeling settles in my chest and along the tops of my shoulders, and I know what is coming. Every time, I try to pretend it isn’t coming. I try to fight it off with fluids, ibuprofen, and positive thinking. Every time, I wind up at the doctor’s office, getting another prescription for antibiotics.

Once upon a time, beginning in 1978, I was a heavy smoker. I quit in 1992. Still, the bronchitis comes nearly every year.

This year, it is accompanied by a raging sore throat. I feel like I tried to swallow a cactus, and it got caught a quarter of the way down. My ears are full and aching. Most of me aches, in fact. I can breathe only through my mouth. I am, in short, disgusting to behold. It is quite unpleasant to be me today.

Every time the bronchitis comes, I berate myself for my years as a smoker. It was stupid to begin, stupid to believe I wouldn’t get hooked, stupid, stupid, stupid. Well, what do you expect? I was young and stupid. It took me 14 years to quit. I still sometimes dream that I am smoking again. In my dream, I look down at the burning cigarette in my hand and start to shriek. How could I be so stupid as to start again?

Every year, when the bronchitis comes, I worry that I will someday die as a result of my youthful stupidity. The experts all tell me that after ten years quit, my health risks return to those of a lifelong nonsmoker. I’m nearly twice that, almost twenty years quit. Still, the bronchitis comes every year, and experts are often dead wrong. The specters of lung cancer and emphysema haunt me. One claimed my grandfather, the other my first mother-in-law.

So what good does it do me to worry?

None in the least.

I have done everything I know to rejuvenate my heart and lungs and blood vessels and whatever else might have been damaged by smoking. My doctor compliments me on my blood pressure and heart rate even as he writes the prescription for the antibiotics. Still, the past lurks. Cancer sometimes waits for years to show itself. What can I do about it?

Nothing. Even God can’t change the past. My 14 years of heavy smoking are done, gone, never to be retrieved or redeemed. All I can do is try to live in a healthy way today. That means eating right, exercising, and keeping my head on straight. Sometimes that last part means accepting that even fluids and a happy outlook won’t fend off the germs that sicken me.

We are sometimes told in so many words that if our bodies get sick, it is because we have somehow failed. We didn’t eat right, we didn’t stay fit enough, we didn’t rest or care for ourselves adequately, we didn’t think positively enough. I love that old joke: All these health nuts are going to feel really stupid someday, lying in the hospital dying of nothing.

In sickness, I find the opportunity once again to forgive myself and to be compassionate toward myself. Yes, I could eat more vegetables and less sugar, I certainly could exercise more, and sleep deprivation is a way of life around here. Still, I am doing pretty well on most fronts, and I am reasonably healthy. Beating myself up for allowing myself to fall ill isn’t productive or kind, and so I am trying to stop it as much as I can. I would never dream of scolding a friend who had fallen ill. The least I can do is to treat myself as well.

Tick, tick, tick…

Tuesday, February 28th, 2012

I am a strong woman. This means that I have been called a derogatory term beginning with B many times in my life, probably including today. It isn’t even 10 a.m. yet, and I have already managed to tick off three people. Call me an overachiever.

I like people. I really do. I like everybody until they give me an excellent and unavoidable reason to dislike them. When I dislike someone, I ignore them if possible. There is no point in belaboring the thing. But disliking and ignoring are not the same as dealing with conflict. Conflicts cannot always be avoided if we want to stay in relationships with others.

I have encountered conflict today for the usual reason: someone wants something in direct opposition to what I want. I have refused to back down today because I am not in the mood to take myself off of my list of priorities.

This is very, very difficult for me.

Whether it is a product of my genetics, my family upbringing, my motherly instincts, or my cultural training, I have a hard time saying no when someone asks me for something. I have a hard time even when I know the thing they want is not good for them. I have a hard time even when I know it’s tons more work for me than it is worth for them. I have a hard time when I know that whatever they think is wrong, wrong, wrong.

It is hard, but it is worthwhile.

Before you agree to give someone else your life energy in the form of service, money, or time, make sure that you are doing it for the right reasons. If you don’t, you will find yourself, as I sometimes do, experiencing an energy drain. This is good for no one, least of all yourself.

I have tried not to be unpleasant about it. I don’t intend to be mean. I don’t want you to be upset; I really do not wish you ill.

But the answer I give you today must be “no.” Because otherwise, I cannot say “yes” to myself.

Speaking up, at last

Monday, December 12th, 2011

I surprised myself today when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I had returned home from a successful speaking engagement at my local Chamber of Commerce, and I was riding high. I dearly love to speak to a live audience, and today’s group was attentive and really tuned in to what I was saying. It was very gratifying.

When I glanced in the mirror, I was shocked at how I looked. I knew I had taken care with my appearance; I always do before a speech. I knew that I felt happy, but the woman grinning back at me from the glass was all aglow, as if lit from the inside. I literally did a double-take. Was that…me?

I think the Universe just whopped me upside the head, as they say in these parts. I looked at my reflection twinkling back at me and thought, “This is what I was born to do.”

I have spent a lot of my life pleasing others, or trying to, as so many women of my generation have. We have put the desires of others first for so long that it’s our default setting. Many of us actually feel guilty when we take time to do something for ourselves, even something as important as finding our right work. I have known I loved speaking since I was in middle school, nearly forty years ago. Is it my turn yet to do what I really love?

This has been a hard lesson for me in my practice of healthy thinking. What I want does matter. And no, I cannot blame my choices on anyone else. I tried hard to please my parents. I tried hard to be a good sibling, a good student, a good citizen, a good wife, a good mother, a good friend. The list goes on forever…good stepmother, good aunt, good club member, good volunteer, good board member, good church member, good cook, good listener…and I think I was pretty good at most of those things. I enjoyed every one of them. The problem is this: most of them never lit me up from the inside the way public speaking does.

Don’t get me wrong. I love my kids, my friends, my parents and extended family and all my clubs and boards and committees…but 2012 is going to be the year I put this love at the forefront. My youngest child is driving a car all by herself and making plans to escape from my clutches, and I think it’s time. It’s time for me to share my struggles with depression and anxiety in a book. It’s time for me to tell the whole story of how I fought back and won. And the more times I get to tell it in person, the better.

If you need a speaker in 2012, I’m your gal. I’ll be easy to spot. Just look for the glow.