Saturday, May 31, 2008

What if the draft were reinstated?

"Day Zero," starring Chris Klein, Elijah Wood, and Jon Bernthal centers around three friends in New York City who have been called to serve their country with reinstatement of the draft. It is a compelling drama in that it emphasizes the emotional and philosophical toll it takes on these characters more so than political stances on the war issue.

While they have 30 days to prepare themselves for the life changing event, issues of love, loyalty, courage, dark secrets and honor emerge throughout the film. Though it is primarily a drama, there are some witty moments (particularly with Wood's character) and it is refreshing not to see stereotypical personalities often characteristic of most mainstream blockbuster movies.

It's not a matter of whether one will be drafted or not; choice is irrelevant. Instead....

How will you cope with it, mentally and emotionally? If you knew you were heading to a warzone soon, would you live your life any differently? Care more, care less? Avoid or confront yourself (psychologically)?

And where does our loyalty lie? Who takes the most precedence: individual or society?

Thursday, May 29, 2008

The return of retail, a smelly job.

So I started a part-time job today. I didn't think I would find myself returning to retail, but when you need to pay the bills while you hold out for a full-time job....retail is the easiest route. I had a 6 hour orientation/training today on my first day. I was reminded of the absolute cheesiness of customer service videos. I felt like I stepped into an episode of the UK's "The Office" where Garreth is demonstrating to a new employee how to lift up a box the 'proper' way (with the knees, NOT the back!), as serious as can be. Rocket science folks! Hahaha. Even though it's retail, at least it's some income to pay my bills, stave off temporary boredom with a change of atmosphere, AND it's quite a fragrant smelly environment....better smelling than my last job. :) It's interesting how smells can affect moods and reflect one's personality. In my training, I learned that 70% of customers like floral smells the most. As usual, I'm atypical from the rest of the crowd: I noticed I like the sensual exotic smells. Wonder what that signifies....

Monday, May 26, 2008

Adventures of Katie

I'm SO tired right now after such a busy weekend, but I wanted to write about it before I lose my motivation.....

This weekend was perhaps the best weekend I've had since I've been in Washington. Saturday was a splendidly warm and sunny day. We did a little shopping and had lunch at the Sunlight Cafe in the University district area off Roosevelt (see my Yelp review on the right side of this page!). Great vegetarian restaurant with an earthy, alternative feel. It really reminded me of a place I'd find in Chicago, like Chicago Diner (a Chicago favorite). I must admit though, it made me a little sad and missing Chicago, as well as thinking how much my friend Melissa would love it. I told her I will have to take her to this place whenever she comes to visit Seattle from San Francisco.

Yesterday morning (Sunday) I woke up at the crack of dawn to go with my mom and our Sheltie dog Chloe to a Meetup.com Sheltie group in Bellevue. I was pretty stoked to finally be going to a meetup after hearing people rave about it, especially since my social life has taken a nosedive the past few months. I also got to see more of the Bellevue area, which reminded me of a cross between certain quaint areas of Kingwood and Austin, Texas. Very nice woodsy park area, Robinswood Dog Park or something like that. We had trouble finding the right dog corral at first because we were looking for the East corral, obscured by trees way in the back of the overall park area. Chloe FREAKED out by a big white dog that kept trying to chase and play with her in the other corral. Chloe is a 10 year old geriatric dog who can't take the anxiety of a dog who looks like the Marshmallow Man from her perspective. Poor Chloe.

Once we found the right corral, her neurotic behavior diminished...albeit she was still lazy and antisocial with the other Shelties. A small and friendly group. One lady with her dog Sasha, who actually looked like she could be Chloe's twin except Sasha was a bit longer and taller than Chloe. This other couple and their Sheltie, Charlie. And the meetup group leader and her Sheltie. I can't remember the name of that dog, but he was gorgeous; a paler looking Sheltie with blue eyes and mainly white fur. We played with them and talked about their funny quirks, like how Chloe likes to smear her scent all over our clothes and blankets when they are brand new/just washed. Or how the leader's dog barks every time he hears her phone ring and the shower water come on because he doesn't like the high pitch sounds. All in all, it was a beautiful morning. It was nice to do something different, meet and chat with new people.

A few hours later, my cousin Ladd came over to hang out with us for the remainder of the weekend. We ate 'summery food' (grilled veggies, fruit salad, potato salad, baked beans, pasta salad, etc) and talked about various things. I find it interesting that no matter how frequently I spend time with my family and/or listen to tons of family stories, I never cease to hear a new story. Of course there are ones that get repeated, but I enjoy hearing new funny or random stories. For some reason, it tends to be more fun when my cousin Ladd is part of the storytelling; it must be his animated style....I can't stop laughing. He's my favorite relative of the extended family. He fills more of an older sibling role, feeling more like an older brother I always wished I had. I'm glad I live near him now; more opportunities to hang out, talk, and go on adventurous excursions....like today.

Ladd crashed with us at my parent's place last night and then this morning we headed out a few hours away to the Washington coast, an area called Griffiths Priday State Park and Pacific Beach, which is along the Pacific Ocean. It was a fun 2 hour road trip, with us talking more, laughing (a given), and occasionally singing along to some old school 80's tunes Ladd had on his mp3. I can't remember the last time I went to the beach, probably when I was in Florida around this time last year. Even though it was in the 60's and overcast, it was incredibly relaxing and fun. I couldn't believe the volume of crabs, sand dollars, and colorful shells that were endlessly scattered on the sand! Took copious photos and meandered along the shore, taking in the salty ocean air, calm breeze and zen silence (there were hardly any people on the vast beach, an anomaly for a holiday). Pure bliss. Ate a picnic lunch and after walking (and my taking even MORE photos), headed home.

Outdoor adventures galore and always new places to explore here in Washington....

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Pieces of dreams

A few interesting bits and pieces of dreams I had last night.....

Dream Scenario #1: I think we were having some kind of family reunion at my mom's house. There was a group of family members from my mom's side of the family (Crookers), people I haven't seen in years. Even though people seemed to be talking/communicating with each other, I remember it still seemed pretty quiet in the house and it felt like it was very early in the morning around 5am. The coolest part was seeing my grandparents. My grandfather looked the same, tall and thin, donning his glasses and characteristic sense of humor. The only exception was he appeared younger by the clothes he was wearing, like from the 1970's. He was talking to my mom and I about something, but I can't remember what. I walked in and out of the kitchen, as my mom had made a pot of coffee for everyone. I think I gave my grandmother a hug. Very warm and comforting. Short, but great dream since I rarely dream about my grandparents anymore (they have both been deceased for years). It's comforting to know that your love for someone doesn't die when they die physically.

Dream Scenario #2: It looked like I was in Chicago because I felt like I was in a big city late, late at night. I was with a female friend, though I can't recall who exactly. I got the feeling we just left a concert and were in search of a bathroom because my friend had to pee really bad. I'm not sure why she didn't go at a bathroom at the venue, but we searched around nonetheless in random areas of the city. You'd have thought bathrooms were suddenly obsolete. We ended up finding this dilapidated bathroom in what could have been an abandoned building or warehouse. When I walked into the place, I didn't even want to STAND there, that's how gross it felt. Dirty concrete floors, wet disheveled toilet paper spread over the floors of the stalls. Clogged toilets. A door that had been ripped off merely hanging off the hinge on one stall and two other stalls that had no door at all. One girl had been trying to pee in the stall with the door barely hanging when we walked in and I felt bad that we startled her and had bothered her privacy since there was no door. I knew it wasn't my fault, but I still felt bad for the girl that she couldn't pee in privacy because of the horrific bathroom. I asked my friend if she really wanted to use the bathroom here of all places. She flat out insisted that she could not hold it any longer and had to go, even if it was in this gross environment. That's all I remember.

Next piece of dream I remember: I was hanging out with my friend Tracy and "Smith" (Samantha's boyfriend from "Sex and the City"....hahahaha). We were sitting at a white metal table outside, perhaps on an outside porch of a restaurant. I wondered how I knew him in the dream or vice versa. We were talking and he needed to leave soon. Wrapping up the conversation, I made a comment about how he'll have to let me know when he's in Seattle again. He told me "It's probably not going to last much longer with Kim (Cattrall)...." and he threw down two tickets, what appeared to be tickets to a Seattle Mariners game or some kind of sporting event. I was confused and asked him if he was going to be traveling or if he got a new job that would bring him back to Seattle. "Are you in a band or something?" I asked. "Well, no...not exactly." He went on to say that he would be cleaning the streets around the sports stadium with those big sliding brooms after the games. I thought it was weird, but I was polite. Tracy was mad at me for some reason, maybe she thought I was trying to start something with this guy who had a girlfriend. He put his Gucci or Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses on and left to go to the...bathroom (hahaha). I didn't realize that until just now...reappearance of a bathroom in this dream. Hmmm, wonder what that's about...

Friday, May 23, 2008

Receiving and just being

How often do I allow myself to be nurtured and taken care of? Not very often, I realized today.
But that is about to change. I'm shifting my focus into something more positive. Thank you to the wonderful people who gave me some spiritual insight into understanding myself more today. You know who you are. :)

I have always been the kind of person who felt it is always better to give, love, and give even more, that in doing so, it made me a good person. And it does, but it's also important that I allow it to come back to me. It seems easier for us to believe, know, and have faith that others deserve the best in life. "Don't give up!" we tell them. We want them to live and breathe the positive. When tables are turned, it can be a whole other ballgame, easier to give words of wisdom than live them as our own. So this is what I'm working on now: allowing myself to be happy, quiet, and living in the moment regardless of the temporary challenges I perceive to be going on. Most importantly, not beating myself up or feeling guilty about chilling out for once.

Over the years, I have struggled with perfectionism and a sense of being productive with a job/career to give me meaning and define who I am. I thought that being independent and self-sufficient meant that I had to do everything on my own, that I was weak or lazy if I had to ask others for help or unworthy if I sought love, affection, or anything else from people. This is simply not true. I'm working on embracing experiences that allow me to receive good things and stop the inner voices that say otherwise. It's time for Katie to receive. And it's ok for Katie to receive. It has no negative connotations, only positive. I will continue to look for work and stay positive that the right job will present itself at just the right time, but I will also enjoy this time for reflection, reassessing, and becoming aware of who I want to be in the process. I'll also appreciate the extra time petting my sweet dog and spending time talking and laughing with my parents. I'll continue to savor my regular exercise routine around the neighborhood, inhaling the fresh air and sweet smell of spring flowers. I'll continue to enjoy reading all my books and where my writing takes me. In other words, this is my mental vacation to savor.

I am learning that "Katie" is more than her role as woman, daughter, friend, lover, confidant, student, writer, therapist, consumer, ad infinitum. I can just 'be' without any labels or 'doing' anything. I don't need to define myself by ANYTHING. Wow. It's amazing how having two months away from the working world can allow one to detach and reflect on the truly important things in life. For me, what is important? Being honest with myself, being true to who I am, loving myself and others even though I may not always understand or agree, and being open to greater wisdom for a fulfilling life.

I now embrace it.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

'Home'



I want to be asleep right now, 1am here in Seattle. I tried and ended up staring at the walls, first left, then right, then left again. Warm under the covers, yet restless. So here I am, thinking of different people and random memories....which got me thinking about the notion of 'home.' I must be feeling how I imagine others sometimes feel after they get married or go through some other big change in their life. You make a decision and before you know it, the day has arrived. You are ready for it on the outside..internally is a different story. It can take your mind longer to catch up with your current reality. Like a woman whose name changes from hers to her husband's overnight, only time will provide that new identity that coincides with the life change.

I stare at my current address and have no emotional attachment to the words, not a sense of 'home.' There's a 'house' you live in and then there's the constant comfort of 'home.' A house is simply a physical manifestation of the place you reside at any given point in time; a home is a comfort, a love, an intimacy we create for ourselves over time. A house is finite, a home is always there even if it changes form.

Right now I'm in a house in Washington, but emotionally I think I'm still in my "home" of Chicago, a six year bond of meaningful comforts. I can close my eyes and see the hard wood floor of my tiny Lakeview studio apartment. I can see the goofy bunny magnets on the fridge that Rajiv and Eddie gave me after I was laughing so hard over the ones on their refrigerator. I can see my world map hanging disheveled and sideways on the otherwise bare white concrete wall across from my bed. I can see the Crooker family tree framed on a wall that my grandfather created years ago that fascinates me to stare at in wonder from time to time. I can see all three of my bookcases, overflowing with books read and ones yet to be opened. I can open my closet that is filled with clothes and crammed with things that instill nostalgia in and of themselves. I can see my crappy excuse for a coffee table that is a remnant of my college years, a hand me down from former roomates that had lived in my apartment before me in San Marcos. It's definitely not a beauty, but it adds to my sense of 'home' and looks better with my cd player and music displayed on it.

My home has framed photographs on the walls, on my bookcases, and on the long ledge by my two uninviting windows. It is Rajiv and Eddie's comforting hugs. It is my laughter and my tears. It's the smell of green bean casserole or pizza in the oven. It's the anticipation and excitement of people I love visiting me from long distances. It's conversations I have had, sitting on my bed while talking on the phone with family and friends. It is also in the memory of those who have spent quality time at my 'house' and slept beside me in my bed. It is my white alarm clock that greets me every day with the time or a song. It is in my joy, my sorrow, my hope for more experiences, more memories.

My home wasn't just New Hampshire, Virginia, Florida or Texas. Nor was it the brief stint in Kentucky or Nevada. Or my 6 year journey in Chicago and jump to Seattle. I know some people may not understand why I've moved the location of my 'house' so much. Honestly, I don't completely understand it myself.

Maybe my home finds me, which isn't hard to do. It's everywhere, outside and in.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Unsolicited door knockers


I had to vent about something that happened a little while ago because it caused some anxiety and feelings of annoyance. It's not just today; I feel this way every time it happens. I had just finished taking a shower and started to pull the shower door to the left in order to step out and grab my towel. Suddenly, I heard a knock at the front door. As my luck would have it, the bathroom window (which just happens to be a few feet away from the front door) was open an inch or two. I could see a guy's face reflecting in the mirror in front of me. I winced, quietly shutting the door and standing there...naked in the shower and waiting for the guy to leave because no one else is home to answer the door and I'm not enthusiastic about giving the door knocker a birthday suit surprise. A few minutes go by and he leaves, but I'm annoyed. I don't know if this makes me strange, rude, and abnormal, but I detest unsolicited door knockers.

What is a UDK? People who knock on your front door uninvited and without polite notice. I'm not talking about friends and family, though I generally like to know if they plan on stopping by too. No, I'm specifically talking about strangers making house calls. I realize there are situations or emergencies that come up which require flexibility on my part to open the door when someone comes a'knockin. But rarely has it ever been something serious or life threatening when it happens to me. It always seems to occur when no one else is home to get the door. And when I'm in my pajamas, naked, or in the middle of taking a nap. I'm not sure where my pet peeve comes from. Perhaps it has something to do with the unexpected home invasion visitor I had back in Kingwood when a diabetic alcoholic neighborhood woman walked through the door that has made me neurotic about people at the door ever since (that happened 11 years ago). Or maybe it's my contradictory unfriendly need for privacy when I'm at home.

In any case, haven't people heard of giving the heads up with a phone call before resorting to door knocking?

"Secret Single Behavior" and music


I can't help but find myself slipping into "Secret Single Behavior" this morning now that I'm alone for a few hours. For those not familiar with the popular Sex and the City phrase, SSB is something we feel more free to do when we're living alone than when we're living with a significant other, roommate, family member,etc. Something you might feel otherwise embarrassed or too inhibited to do in front of others.

My biggest SSB? Playing music really loud, singing and sometimes dancing along. This is what I'm doing this morning. :) I realized I have been listening to significantly less music than usual the past few months because I don't want loud music to bother my mom and stepdad. I can do without much music temporarily. I know I will have my own apartment again soon enough, but it does make me a little sad not to hear my favorite tunes. So sometimes when I have a craving for music and I'm alone, I take advantage.

Music has this amazing power to access one's emotions, whether you're feeling stressed, depressed, hyper, happy, carefree. It's like music gives you an excuse to let it all out. The only thing that comes close to doing that for me is exercise and while exercise is certainly great too, music tends to be a more convenient and flexible outlet. I remember going out dancing with my friends in college and when the music was just right (preferably 80's music at Polly Esther's) I could be found on the dance floor in a timeless fog of bliss, my face glistening with joyful sweat. Even if I felt any kind of dancing fatigue, I couldn't stop, driven by the music, the beat, the rush and energy of the atmosphere in the room. I told my friend Tracy the other night that she and I need to find a Polly Esther's type dance club here in Seattle. :)

While alone, I also tend to clean in the near nude since I tend to get sweaty and feel nasty from the vigorous cleaning process. And sometimes workout with very little clothes on when I exercise inside my apartment. All of which also involves the playing of loud music!

I can't wait to live alone again so I can experience my SSB on a regular basis...

Friday, May 16, 2008

A great article from Psychology Today















Dare To Be Yourself

A sense of authenticity is one of our deepest psychological needs, and people are more hungry for it than ever. Even so, being true to oneself is not for the faint of heart.
By: Karen Wright

It starts innocently enough, perhaps the first time you recognize your own reflection.

You're not yet 2 years old, brushing your teeth, standing on your steppy stool by the bathroom sink, when suddenly it dawns on you: That foam-flecked face beaming back from the mirror is you.

You. Yourself. Your very own self.

It's a revelation—and an affliction. Human infants have no capacity for self-awareness. Then, between 18 and 24 months of age, they become conscious of their own thoughts, feelings, and sensations—thereby embarking on a quest that will consume much of their lives. For many modern selves, the first shock of self-recognition marks the beginning of a lifelong search for the one "true" self and for a feeling of behaving in accordance with that self that can be called authenticity.

A hunger for authenticity guides us in every age and aspect of life. It drives our explorations of work, relationships, play, and prayer. Teens and twentysomethings try out friends, fashions, hobbies, jobs, lovers, locations, and living arrangements to see what fits and what's "just not me." Midlifers deepen commitments to career, community, faith, and family that match their self-images, or feel trapped in existences that seem not their own. Elders regard life choices with regret or satisfaction based largely on whether they were "true" to themselves.

Questions of authenticity determine our regard for others, as well. They dominated the presidential primaries: Was Hillary authentic when she shed a tear in New Hampshire? Was Obama earnest when his speechwriters cribbed lines from a friend's oration?

"Americans remain deeply invested in the notion of the authentic self," says ethicist John Portmann of the University of Virginia. "It's part of the national consciousness."

It's also a cornerstone of mental health. Authenticity is correlated with many aspects of psychological well-being, including vitality, self-esteem, and coping skills. Acting in accordance with one's core self—a trait called self-determination—is ranked by some experts as one of three basic psychological needs, along with competence and a sense of relatedness.

Yet, increasingly, contemporary culture seems to mock the very idea that there is anything solid and true about the self. Cosmetic surgery, psychopharmaceuticals, and perpetual makeovers favor a mutable ideal over the genuine article. MySpace profiles and tell-all blogs carry the whiff of wishful identity. Steroids, stimulants, and doping transform athletic and academic performance. Fabricated memoirs become best-sellers. Speed-dating discounts sincerity. Amid a clutter of counterfeits, the core self is struggling to assert itself.

"It's some kind of epidemic right now," says Stephen Cope, author of Yoga and the Quest for the True Self. "People feel profoundly like they're not living from who they really are, their authentic self, their deepest possibility in the world. The result is a sense of near-desperation."


Just What Is Authenticity, Anyway?

Psychologists long assumed authenticity was something too intangible to measure objectively. Certainly Michael Kernis did when, around 2000, graduate student Brian Goldman approached him about making a study of individual differences in authenticity.

"I said, 'Well, you can't do that,'" recalls Kernis, a social psychologist at the University of Georgia in Athens, "because nobody thought you could." But the two plunged ahead, reviewing several centuries' worth of philosophical and psychological literature. They came up with a technical description of authenticity as "the unimpeded operation of one's true or core self in one's daily enterprise."

Kernis and Goldman (now at Clayton State University) identified four separate and somewhat concrete components of authenticity that they could measure in a written test. The first, and most fundamental, is self-awareness: knowledge of and trust in one's own motives, emotions, preferences, and abilities. Self-awareness encompasses an inventory of issues from the sublime to the profane, from knowing what food you like to how likely you are to quit smoking to whether you're feeling anxious or sad.

Self-awareness is an element of the other three components as well. It's necessary for clarity in evaluating your strengths and (more to the point) your weaknesses: acknowledging when you've flubbed a presentation or when your golf game is off, without resorting to denial or blame. Authenticity also turns up in behavior: It requires acting in ways congruent with your own values and needs, even at the risk of criticism or rejection. And it's necessary for close relationships, because intimacy cannot develop without openness and honesty.

Kernis and Goldman have found that a sense of authenticity is accompanied by a multitude of benefits. People who score high on the authenticity profile are also more likely to respond to difficulties with effective coping strategies, rather than resorting to drugs, alcohol, or self-destructive habits. They often report having satisfying relationships. They enjoy a strong sense of self-worth and purpose, confidence in mastering challenges, and the ability to follow through in pursuing goals.

Whether authenticity causes such psychological boons or results from them isn't yet clear. But they suggest why people crave authenticity, as those low in authenticity are likely to be defensive, suspicious, confused, and easily overwhelmed.

Considering the psychological payoffs, Kernis and Goldman ask, "Why, then, is not everybody authentic?"


The Invented Self

For one thing, pinning down the true self is increasingly difficult. Western philosophers have sought some pure and enduring touchstone of I-ness ever since Socrates began interrogating the citizens of Athens. He famously asserted that the unexamined life is not worth living—but left vague exactly what insights and actions such inquiry might yield. Aristotle later connected the fruits of self-reflection with a theory of authentic behavior that was not so much about letting your freak flag fly as about acting in accord with the "higher good," which he regarded as the ultimate expression of selfhood.

Spiritual and religious traditions similarly equated authenticity and morality. In the wisdom traditions of Judaism, Portmann points out, "people do the right thing because they see it as an expression of their authentic selfhood." In Christianity, the eternal soul is who you really, truly are; sinners are simply out of touch with their core selves. "The authentic human self is called to be much nobler than what you see on the streets," Portmann says.

Enlightenment philosophers secularized ideas of selfhood, but it took the 20th century's existentialists to question the idea that some original, actual, ultimate self resides within. To them, the self was not so much born as made. One's choice of action creates the self—in Sartre's words, "existence precedes essence." For Heidegger and confreres, authenticity was an attitude: the project of embracing life, constructing meaning, and building character without fooling yourself that your so-called essence matters in any absolute, a priori sense.

"The philosophical question is, do we invent this authentic self?" says Portmann. "Or do we discover it?" Socrates believed we discover it; the existentialists say we invent it.

"There isn't a self to know," decrees social psychologist Roy Baumeister of the University of Florida. Today's psychologists no longer regard the self as a singular entity with a solid core. What they see instead is an array of often conflicting impressions, sensations, and behaviors. Our headspace is messier than we pretend, they say, and the search for authenticity is doomed if it's aimed at tidying up the sense of self, restricting our identities to what we want to be or who we think we should be.

Increasingly, psychologists believe that our notion of selfhood needs to expand, to acknowledge that, as Whitman wrote, we "contain multitudes." An expansive vision of selfhood includes not just the parts of ourselves that we like and understand but also those that we don't. There's room to be a loving mother who sometimes yells at her kids, a diffident cleric who laughs too loud, or a punctilious boss with a flask of gin in his desk. The authentic self isn't always pretty. It's just real.

We all have multiple layers of self and ever-shifting perspectives, contends psychiatrist Peter Kramer. Most of us would describe ourselves as either an introvert or an extrovert. Research shows that although we think of ourselves as one or the other (with a few exceptions), we are actually both, in different contexts. Which face we show depends on the situation. As Kramer puts it, "To which facet of experience must we be 'true'?"

"Whether there is a core self or not, we certainly believe that there is," says social psychologist Mark Leary of Duke University. And the longing to live from that self is real, as is the suffering of those who feel they aren't being true to themselves. Feelings of inauthenticity can be so uncomfortable that people resort to extreme measures to bring their outer lives in alignment with their inner bearings. Portmann notes that people who undergo sex-change operations or gastric-bypass surgeries will say of their new gender or clothing size, "This is who I really am. I'm myself at last." People who experience religious conversion often voice the same conviction, he says.

Likewise, "patients who recover from depression will say, 'I'm back to myself again,'" reports Kramer, author of Listening to Prozac. "You can make the case that people are sometimes able to be more authentic on medication than not."

But most of us experience inauthenticity less dramatically, as vague dissatisfaction, a sense of emptiness, or the sting of self-betrayal. If you've ever complimented the chef on an inedible meal, interviewed for a job you hoped you wouldn't get, or agreed with your spouse just to smooth things over, you know the feeling.

Inauthenticity might also be experienced on a deeper level as a loss of engagement in some—or many—aspects of your life. At the Kripalu Center for Yoga and Health in Lenox, Massachusetts, where he often teaches, Stephen Cope opens his programs by asking attendees to reveal their deepest reason for being there. "Eighty percent of the time, people say some variation of: 'I'm here to find my true self, to come home to my true self,' " he reports. That response is as likely to come from young adults struggling to build careers and relationships as from people in midlife reevaluating their choices. "They say, 'Who am I? Now that I've had a decent career and bought a house and had a marriage, I'm still feeling profoundly unfulfilled.'"

The Pain of Authenticity

Another reason we're not always true to ourselves is that authenticity is not for the faint of heart. There is, Kernis and Goldman acknowledge, a "potential downside of authenticity." Accurate self-knowledge can be painful. When taking a test, it isn't always fun to find out where you score on the grading curve. "Our self-images can be highly biased," Leary notes. "But in the long run, accuracy is almost always better than bias."

Behaving in accord with your true self may also bring on the disfavor of others: Must you admit to being a Democrat when meeting with your conservative clients? Does your wife really want to know whether you like her new dress? "Opening oneself up to an intimate makes one vulnerable to rejection or betrayal," Kernis and Goldman observe. It can feel better to be embraced as an impostor than dumped for the person you really are.

Authenticity also requires making conscious, informed choices based on accurate self-knowledge. Like the existentialists, today's psychologists emphasize the role of active choice in creating an authentic life: a willingness to evaluate nearly everything that you do. That's no mean feat in a culture where even simple acts—you can dye your hair any color you want, your television carries more than 500 channels, and Starbucks advertises more than 87,000 ways to enjoy a cup of coffee—require conscious consideration among alternatives.

Such freedom can be exhausting. Baumeister has found that deliberation, no matter how trivial, exacts a cost in psychic energy, of which we have only a finite amount. His studies show that authentic action demands a certain amount of psychological exertion that depletes the self's executive function. "It's harder to be authentic," he says. "It takes more work."

Leary sees it as an outright burden, part of the perennial longing and doubt that he calls "the curse of the self." So here we are, stuck with our self-awareness, which also compels us to continually define and refine our sense of ourselves as unique individuals against a background of conformity, superficiality, exhibitionism, and lots of other unique individuals.

But wait, there's more. In order to realize an authentic life, says Kernis, one often has to set aside hedonic well-being—the kind of shallow, short-lived pleasure we get from, say, acquiring things—for eudaimonic well-being, a deeper, more meaningful state in which gratification is not usually immediate. Sissies need not apply.

The fact is that we tend to flourish under the most challenging circumstances, and enduring the pain and confusion that often accompany them can bring out the best—and most authentic—in us, fostering such deeply satisfying qualities as wisdom, insight, and creativity. But our cultural climate is filled with an alluring array of distractions, from online gambling to video games, that often turn out to be junk food for the mind.


Too Rigid for Our Own Good

But the really hard work, according to Cope and others, is the amount of ego-wrangling required to contact the core self. One of the biggest barriers to authentic behavior, he says, is the arbitrary and rigid self-image that so many of us nurture but which in fact distorts experience and limits self-knowledge. "Oftentimes, the very first line of defense you get with the folks who say, 'I'm leading an inauthentic life,' is that they're living life according to a fixed set of views and beliefs about how they should be."

A man at a dinner party admits that he married his first wife "because, well, you have to get married sometime, right?" (Actually, you don't.) A composer who sets music to blockbuster films complains that they are too commercial, but is unwilling to forego such movies' wide audiences and big paychecks for work on more meaningful projects. In each case, the individual may be guided by unexamined assumptions about what constitutes responsibility, satisfaction, even success.

Kernis contends that we each acquire a mixed set of shoulds, oughts, and have-to's while still too young to process them. They are neither fully conscious nor deeply considered but are acquired through convention and the expectations of others. Getting beyond these arbitrary strictures often demands the kind of soul-searching that most of us put off or avoid entirely. In fact, much of the work that people do in cognitive and behavioral therapy is to hold such beliefs up to the light and examine where they came from, a necessary step to resolving the anxiety or depression they typically create and that drive people to seek help.

"Jung says the first thing you should do is take a look at those things that are dark in you, the things that are problematical, that you don't like," says psychotherapist and former monk Thomas Moore, author of A Life at Work. "You have to be willing to look at things that don't fit snugly into the image you have of what you would like to be."


Failures R Us

Becoming authentic, then, means accepting not only contradiction and discomfort but personal faults and failures as well. Problematic aspects of our lives, emotions, and behaviors—the times we've yelled at the kids, lusted after the babysitter, or fallen back on our promises to friends—are not breaches of your true self, Moore insists. They're clues to the broader and more comprehensive mystery of selfhood. "In fact," he notes, "we are all very subtle and very complex, and there are forces and resources within us that we have no control over. We will never find the limits of who we are.

"People carry around a heavy burden of not feeling authentic," he says, "because they have failed marriages and their work life hasn't gone the way it should, and they've disappointed everybody, including themselves. When people think of these as just failures, as opposed to learning experiences, they don't have to feel the weight of their lives or the choices they've made. That disowning creates a division that becomes the sense of inauthenticity."

Kernis' studies show that people with a sense of authenticity are highly realistic about their performance in everything from a game of touch football to managing the family business. They're not defensive or blaming of others when they meet with less success than they wanted.

Eastern spiritual traditions have long furnished ways to glimpse the messiness of the self, and to view with detachment the vicissitudes of mind and emotion that roil human consciousness. Buddhism takes the self in all its variability as the principal subject of contemplation; the yogic tradition accords self-study great importance.

The Hindu Bhagavad Gita suggests we also have a duty to act: to realize our full potential in the world, to construct or discover a unique individuality, and thereby to live authentically. You have to "discern your own highly idiosyncratic gifts, and your own highly idiosyncratic calling," Cope elaborates. "Real fulfillment comes from authentically grappling with the possibility inside you, in a disciplined, concentrated, focused way."

That lesson isn't confined to Eastern spirituality. In The Way of Man, philosopher Martin Buber relates a Hasidic parable about one Rabbi Zusya, a self-effacing scholar who has a deathbed revelation that he shares with the friends keeping vigil at his side. "In the next life, I shall not be asked: 'Why were you not more like Moses?'" he says. "I shall be asked: 'Why were you not more like Zusya?"

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Words












Words have the ability to:
encourage
discourage
hurt
help
heal
motivate
unite
divide
uplift
anger
educate
enlighten
bond
create
destroy
control
free
confuse
limit
lead
challenge
contradict
deceive
clarify
invent
move
imagine
abuse
perpetuate
scare
provoke
manipulate

The words we say to one another have far more significance on our thoughts, attitudes, and emotions more than we consciously realize. Even more so, they have an impact on others. Consider how many times people have had an idea that they wanted to try something different, feeling self-motivated to jump outside their conventional box and test the waters...only to be told "it will never happen," "don't even bother" (because of A, B, or C), or "you don't have this, that or the other in order to do that," and the list of negative discouragement goes on. Now, just because someone makes a discouraging remark doesn't necessarily mean you are easily swayed and will give up. But it could. Maybe you're in doubt about what you really want and that one disparaging statement was enough to sway you from going forward with it. This could also happen in the other direction. The slightest encouragement from a perfect stranger or a well meaning friend could give you just enough of a push to set your sails forward with a dream or unrealized gift you never really knew you had.

Words have the power to heal when we may have once believed all was lost, that we were broken beyond repair. Words allow us the opportunity to learn about ourselves and the world we live in, no matter how contradictory it may be. Words bring us closer together and they also tear us to smithereens. Words make things more complicated and other times provide insights. Words challenge and test our 'reality.' They free us, evoke creativity, and can move us to tears. Words can instill change. Words can perpetuate ignorance.

It is up to us, the words we choose.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Alone, the sidelines


Note: The following blog entry here is not in any way a whiny complaint, criticism, or attack against myself or anyone else. It is simply an insightful realization I have had about myself. It may or may not be 'good.' It may or may not be 'bad.' Maybe it's both actually. I'm still processing the meaning. Now that I have gotten that out of the way.... :)

This has been something I have felt and thought about from time to time, even more strongly the last few months since my move to Seattle. I was talking about this with my mom last weekend and though I don't have any specific answers, I find it interesting and wonder if I will always be this way or if it's just the path my life has taken thus far. I have observed that pretty much all of my life I have essentially been alone in one way or another.

Of course, I don't mean in the literal sense, like I live in a cave or that I'm a monk on the top of a desolate mountain. It plays out more in life scenarios, where I see myself more off to the sidelines. It's like I'm involved, but not enmeshed with people.

My parents divorced when I was 2-3 years old. Being that young, I don't recall any memories of them together. I was the only child from my parents and while I have half-siblings from both parents' subsequent marriages, I have felt more like an only child more frequently than an 'oldest' sibling. I spent alot of my childhood flying back and forth between living with my mom year-round and staying with my dad in Florida in the summers. I remember spending alot of time alone and bored during those summers. Most kids love summers, it's what they live for; I hated summers. I went through phases where I was quite a talkative kid and then over the years became selectively outgoing or selectively quiet. I have also felt bored throughout my life...ALOT. I need constant intellectual stimulation, a thirst of which can only usually be quenched through reading.

I was always more talkative around my family, but as I approached my freshman year of high school I was more quiet in class. I liked reading, analyzing things, and listening to what other people had to say (still do!), but I didn't like the spotlight to be on me per se. I always dreaded when a new class would start and the teacher wanted everyone to introduce themselves one by one, tell something about themselves. It caused much anxiety. I was always better one on one than in groups. Still am probably, though I can tolerate it and overcome my anxiety significantly better than when I was a teenager.

Things changed somewhat when I entered college. I joined a volunteer service/sorority organization that I really enjoyed participating in as far as the projects we did. I even became the Service Vice President one semester, making cold calls to different agencies/facilities to set up volunteer events for our group to do and speaking at the meetings now and then. It made me feel confident and great to contribute to worthy causes. Even so, it made me anxious and sometimes frustrated. As I said, I live more as an alone person. I enjoy groups and the sense of community it brings, however, I don't like to overidentify myself with a group. I need to be my own person.

I saw this played out time and again throughout the years. In high school, it was when I was involved with choir. I enjoyed it, but I had no desire to spend all my time doing choir things with all choir members. In college, it was the volunteer organization. I wanted to volunteer with great girls, but other people in my life took front and center as my close friends. I have always been single. I have casually dated guys, but never had a long term relationship (maybe there's a different reason for that, but let's stick to the subject, haha!).

Then when I moved to Chicago for graduate school, I literally WAS alone in all senses of the word. For the first time, I was living by myself and didn't know anyone in the big city. I spoke up more in my graduate classes, mainly because I had something interesting to say or curious question to ask. I got to know my peers from school, yet I didn't become overly involved in friendships with them. It was more on a friendly, superficial level.

I spent more time to myself reading, learning, and working at the bookstore with other people that seemed to be more like me than anyone else I knew in my life....they were somewhat alone too! They were outgoing, yet loners for the most part. It's like we were in this weird and mostly happy alone time 'together' if that makes sense. They were the only 'group' I felt I could share my aloneness with, perhaps because they liked reading, learning, and being introspective like myself.

Then there is my profession. I am an extrovert outwardly because I have to be to work with people. Once the door is closed though, I become alone with that person as their therapist. I spend a majority of the time being silent and listening, giving them my individual time. It is a very independent and 'alone' job.

Writing, which I enjoy, is also an activity that requires aloneness.

Do I seek out this aloneness, attract it, project this 'alone' persona (positively and/or negatively)? Or is this just an unconscious trait I perpetuate? I have been told by a few people that I come off as guarded, like there's this wall I put up emotionally or mentally. When I can see where someone is coming from, I have no qualms agreeing with constructive feedback about myself. I truly don't see this in myself though, and not in a resistant way. I honestly don't see it. Could I just be doing this with certain people I maybe don't trust on some level? I consider myself a warm, kind and open-minded person who typically puts people at ease with my down-to-earth attitude. So I'm trying to look within myself for some answers....

I like my individuality. I also really like people and having intimate relationships with them. Hopefully one day I will be able to understand where the alone factor comes from and whether it is helping or hindering me in the bigger scheme of things.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

A first impression goes both ways


I had yet another interview today (number six, I believe). First impressions go a long way, so I diligently prepared myself to make the best one.

I wore my new striped black pants, a red dressy blouse with my new black professional jacket coat to go over it, along with my new pair of black heels that resemble more of a slight boot look than conventional high heels. In other words, I was looking confident and distinguished. I looked so businesslike that I felt like an attorney or someone who could win a court case based on appearance alone, hands down. I've been on so many interviews the last few months than over the course of my lifetime (or so it seems) that it's become second nature to me...I rarely get nervous or flustered. I have mastered the art of interviewing. This is why when I went to today's interview, I felt more like I was the interviewer who was sizing up everything solely on first impressions. Maybe I just caught them on an 'off' day or something, but the whole scenario felt like a challenge in communication, or more aptly MIS-communication.

Rounding the corner of the modest brick building with umbrella in my left hand and purse on my right arm, I walk up to the entrance door. There is a sign that says the doors are locked, encouraging visitors to push the button/ring the bell. I push it. The receptionist appears around the corner from the left side and opens the door for me. I tell her I have a 1:00 interview with Carol (yeah, the irony!). She tells me to have a seat, that Carol will be here shortly and is currently in a meeting. It is 12:45pm at this point. I like to arrive early (my attempt at a good impression, and I'm a punctual person in general anyway).

I comply, asking her if I need to fill out an application while I wait. She looks at me quizzically, hesitantly.
Her: "Noooo...I don't think so. Are you applying for an internship?" (Even dressed professionally looking like I am on my way to court, I still get mistaken for a youngster...good times!)

Me: "No, I'm applying for the full-time child/family therapist position."

Her: (mumbles a bit)..."Oh. No...." (I didn't need to fill out an application)

O. K. ....

I notice it's very quiet in the receptionist/waiting area. The phone may ring once in awhile and there's a bit of activity with employees walking in and out, but otherwise nothing. I look around me for entertainment to pass the time. No magazines. What? An agency without magazines is like a dentist's office without toothpaste. I look around for something, anything! I get so desperate that I actually look to the wall behind me, on it rests a white binder housing the contents of Medicaid information. Yes, it speaks to my desperation. I grab it and give it a look. I open it only far enough to notice there are multiple copies of the same information printed in multiple languages. That's as exciting as it gets, so I put the binder back in its place.

I listen to the intoxicating conversation between receptionist lady and short haired lady. Scenario one with aforementioned individuals involves short haired lady telling receptionist lady how she forgot to put a nametag on her leftovers in the refrigerator and regretfully, a kid ate it. "You know, it's all up for grabs!" Five minutes later, short haired lady comes back out to proudly display her 'fun bag.' I couldn't see the bag because the counter was in the way of where I was seated. All I could see was the long, thick brown messenger bag-like strap. "It's just for fun...a fun bag."

Receptionist lady says "You know what it smells like? It reminds me of when I was a kid and you'd get a new doll...."

Huh? Lively conversation at this agency. I could come up with more exciting material with Manuela and Carol. Geez. Give me some better entertainment to eavesdrop on ladies.

From the way short haired lady made it sound, I'm expecting like a silly (or 'fun') Betty Boop or Hello Kitty bag to be seen on her shoulder as she comes into my plain sight, rounding the corner to get her lunch since the kid ate her leftovers in the fridge. But no, it looks like a bag you'd find at Urban Outfitters...certainly not conservative looking, but definitely not fun: a leather white messenger bag, with yellowish green flowers on it. Nothing that makes me laugh or immediately think 'fun bag.'

That took up about 8 minutes of my distraction time. She calls to see if the woman is out of her meeting. By this point, it is now 1:15pm. I'm starting to get annoyed. My first impression is not boding well thus far. Finally, I'm told to walk upstairs to the second floor where Carol will meet me at the top of the stairs. I suddenly feel like I'm on "Mission Impossible." (This message will self-destruct in five seconds!) When I reach the top, I'm met by Carol and another lady whose name I cannot properly pronounce or spell so I won't even try. I put on a happy face, shake their hands, make introductions. They are pleasant and befuddled.

"We weren't sure if you were coming or not because we didn't get a confirmation call."

I pause and now I'm the one who is befuddled. "Oh....I didn't know I was supposed to call to confirm." (We set a date and time during the initial phone call, during which there was no mention of any confirmation requests). Strike 2 for first impressions, or lack thereof in the communication department. But whatever. Let the show carry on.

Carol tells me to take a seat in her toy strewn and child friendly office. As I approach the armchair, Carol notices there is a rubber snake laying on the seat, playfully apologizes, and flings it on the bookshelf behind her. That was pretty funny actually.

From then on, it was a fairly normal and informal interview. It wasn't that long though, after all that waiting. She didn't even remember whether she had talked to me or if she had left a message on my voicemail. I told her we talked briefly for a minute or two and then she referred me to the website to find out more information about the agency. And I thought MY memory was bad....

20 minutes later, after there were no more questions or comments between the three of us, they tell me that they will be interviewing a few other people and will call me back if they decide to set up a second interview.

What does a first impression indicate when I find myself more interested in writing a blog about them than working for them?

Hmmm.

Road rage and driving habits


We've all heard it. Those who drive slower than us are idiots. Those who drive faster than us are MANIACS. Those of us who feel this way are (naturally) the best and only best drivers on the road. Insert clever witticism here.

But it also seems that driving habits vary depending on where one lives. Anyone who has ever traveled via a road trip or lived in more than one state in their lives might be able to attest to this. Massachusetts is notorious for aggressive drivers who tend to make the road their own personal terrain, honking excessively or riding your ass if you don't drive at the same pace as them. Florida has its fair share of elderly people driving on the highway that could cause an accident due to their lack of driving speed. Chicago, Illinois has many drivers who have (or nearly have) caused hit and run accidents from nearly hitting pedestrians just so they can make it through a red light. And then we have Washington, the state of 'constipated' drivers as my mother likes to call them. I thought she was crazy when she came up with this descriptive term, but upon further observation, she's right. It takes them all day to turn when there's clearly no one approaching from more than half a mile away and they tend to leave alot of space between themselves and the car in front of them.

It made me wonder if driving habits are a reflection of the overall personality of the people in any given region. Perhaps people are so laidback in Washington that it carries over into their driving. Chicago is a very friendly albeit fast-paced city, so of course it would make sense that people are always in a rush to get somewhere.

Of course, I realize this is a very broad generalization...but it has to make you wonder.

Monday, May 12, 2008

What do you like best about birthdays?

My mom and I were just talking about birthdays yesterday. She felt that celebrating a birthday should be more about the mother who gave birth to the person rather than about the person who was born. I disagreed with her. Well, that's not true. I agreed with her to an extent, that celebrating a birthday should INCLUDE the mother since she was obviously the one who put in all the blood, sweat, and tears of childbirth....but I also feel that it is important for individuals to have a day to celebrate their living existence, just for being who they are without it being attached to some kind of social role or encouraged formal celebration(Mother's Day, Father's Day, Valentine's Day, wedding, baby shower, graduation,etc).

So with that said, what I like best about birthdays is spending quality time with those I love and those who love me. I think when I was younger I used to have high expectations, build a birthday celebration up to something unattainably joyful, thus I was frequently disappointed. The past five years though, it's the little things that make me happy: an unexpected phone call, email, or thoughtful gift letting me know I'm loved even when I may not always be reminded of it on a daily, weekly, or even monthly basis. It's also fun to think of something different to do on my birthday, like taking an adventurous trip to snowcovered waterfalls in the middle of nowhere with two of my closest friends. It's those memories that make birthdays the best. Birthdays also have a way of instilling self-reflection, how far I've grown (in all ways) as a person as well as how far I have yet to go!

Personality assessment

I just took a self-assessed personality type survey on a dating website. The results (below) of this assessment are interesting and surprisingly (creepily?) accurate....

Agreeableness:
You are best described as usually taking care of others.
Words that describe you: understanding, unquestioning, humane, selfless, gentle, kindhearted, gullible, indulgent.

How you generally interact with others: Here's one important truth about you: you have a tender heart. Yes, you know that others need to learn to take care of themselves. Yes, you know they need to accept the consequences of their foolish or bad behavior. And sometimes, even when your instinct is to help them, you will let them fend for themselves and let them suffer the consequences of their choices or circumstances.

But most of the time you are there to help when they need you. If they are in trouble, you offer compassion and go out of your way to be helpful. If they need someone who will listen, you are trustworthy and sympathetic. And you are direct with them; when they need advice or counsel, you offer it in a straightforward, direct manner, without beating around the bush.

You're also smart enough to know that you cannot take good care of others if you fail to take good care of yourself, so you listen to your own wants and needs. If you've run out of sympathetic energy, you spend time restoring yourself. If you've ignored your own pain or frustration, you find a friend who will listen well, or go into your own private healing place and give yourself permission to focus on you.

But before long, you're back at it with your friends, offering a sympathetic ear and compassion on which they learn to trust, also giving straightforward advice and counsel when they ask for it. You do know how to take care of yourself, but your genuine interest is in taking care of others.

Negative reactions others may have toward you: Selfish people might be embarrassed by you. While they're using their time and energy almost exclusively on themselves, they see you giving time to others, and your kindness puts them in a bad light.

Maybe they'll think you're a phony, that you use your altruism to get others indebted to you so they'll then owe you a favor. Or perhaps they'll accuse you, directly or behind your back, of focusing on the needs of others so no one ever focuses on your foibles or your genuine wounds.

All of these are false accusations; yours is a genuine compassion, because you truly have a tender heart. One criticism might be more substantial, though. People might notice when you let things get out of balance and spend so much time responding to others that you neglect your own needs.

Perhaps it's true to some extent that you are more comfortable when the focus is on someone else's needs than when you and your needs are front and center, and this may be a criticism worth paying attention to.

Positive responses others may have toward you: Positive responses to you are likely to far outweigh negative responses. For many people, your genuine kindness will be an example of a way to treat others and a way we want others to treat us. They will see in you the traits of compassion and sympathy which they might want to focus on in the development of their own character.

For those people you help you will be the friend they need, there at the right moment to help them when they've stepped into yet another thicket of pain or confusion. They will be grateful for your listening, for your straight talk when they need straight talk more than anything, and for the hand you extend so they can find their way, with your help, out of whatever tangle they've gotten themselves into.

Openness: You are curious.
Words that describe you: original, inventive, thinker, brave, eccentric, avant-garde, out-of-touch, unique.

How you generally approach new information and experiences:
You think like an artist. Or better, you SEE like an artist. While most people look at life's straight lines, its height and depth and width, you're bending the lines with your imagination and turning black and white into shades of blue and yellow. And in conversations at work or with your friends you want to ask, "Do you see what I see?" A few might, most don't, but you've piqued everyone's curiosity with your own original and inventive ways of thinking.

You can, if you must, think in conventional ways. But left on your own, you'll usually opt for the eccentric or avant-garde; in fact you're usually bored with what everyone else is comfortable with. You learn from reading, talking, watching people and other fauna and flora, and simply sitting in the soft chair of your mind and wondering how people would learn how to count if they could only use uneven numbers. You are out in front of conventional ideas, bravely originally defining true and false, right and wrong, the good, the bad and the ugly.

Negative reactions people might have of your way of thinking: You drive through life faster than the speed limit, and when you hit speed bumps, and you hit a lot of them with your mind distracted from the straight line ahead your wheels leave the ground.

For people who like life at a safer speed, you move too fast and lose touch too often with the solid ground they prefer, hence their discomfort with you. As odd as you might find this, many people feel safe in the shelter of the world they already know. They like the familiar. They breathe easily and sleep deeply knowing with more certainty how the world works. So although they might enjoy your company and be curious about your latest notion of how to count backwards by threes, they can only take you in small doses. And they wish you'd quit trying to push the boundaries of their personal and social cosmos.

Positive responses: Even those whom you make uncomfortable know, as just about everyone does, that you're not a flake. You think well, and even your wildest fancies have their roots in the deep soil of sound ideas and tested beliefs. So even if some people don't want to drive at high speed with you, they will respect you for your courage as an innovative and unconventional thinker. You lend color and imagination to what would otherwise be the straight black and white lines of their work world and social environments.

A few more daring people of your circle might even learn from you to take a risk they would otherwise never consider. As comfortable as they are on solid ground, they may be curious about what it would be like to go faster than the speed limit, or paint the living room two shades of blue, or question ideas or beliefs they've fingered like sacred beads since they were children.

After all, they watch you do it, and you seem no worse for the risks you take. In fact, your eyes are wider and your breath quicker, and maybe they can find at least a bit of this for themselves. To be certain, they don't want their wheels to leave the ground, but maybe the next time they approach a speed bump they might just brace themselves and speed up just a little bit.

Emotional Stability: Sometimes steady, sometimes responsive.
Words to describe you: adaptable, engaged, able to cope, passionate, perceptive, flexible, receptive, aware, avid.

Your reactivity:
In some ways, you've got the best of emotional worlds. When emotions rise up from inside you or are brought forth from a conversation by a friend, you know how to engage them. You deal with sadness, fear, joy, anger - whatever comes up - in ways that are perceptive and flexible. You can adapt to whatever level of emotion is appropriate to the moment. At other times, you are able to cope with your emotions in a more reserved manner. Because you are aware of what does and does not make emotional sense in a particular situation, you will decide when it is an appropriate time to express your emotions and when it would be best to keep them to yourself.

All of this gives you a rich emotional life. You are free to express your passions about certain subjects with appropriate people. But you are also emotionally adaptable; if the conversation needs to be more cerebral, you'll keep it "in your head" and talk calmly through whatever issue is on the table. This emotional awareness serves you well. You seldom get in over your head, either by opening up to the wrong person or by triggering in someone else's emotions they may not be able to deal with.

Negative reactions others may have: When it comes to dealing with emotions we all meet some people with whom we don't match well. You bring a balanced approach to your emotional life. As such, those who are at the extremes are most likely to have a negative reaction to you. Those who live in their emotions may feel you tend to "live in your head" while those who go through life as an emotional rock may feel that you are a bit too "touchy feely" for their approach.

And of course it is always possible that because you do balance your emotional approach to life you may misread others - we all do at times. So there have undoubtedly been those times when you have misread cues and stayed in your head with someone who hoped for a more open emotional approach or you may have opened up emotionally with someone who keeps their emotions bottled up. But these things happen and since you do have a good balance of being in touch with your emotions and not being overly impacted by emotional swings, you undoubtedly are able to adapt.

Another potential problem is that as people get to know you well, they will discover that you have a great balance between emotional expression and emotional control. If they don't have this balance they may wind up envying you. They can't express feelings as well as you, or they are too often out of emotional control and resent you for your ability to cope so well with the very emotions that may trip them up.

Positive responses: Many people will be grateful to find a friend like you who can stay in control when emotions verge on chaos, but who can also go into the tangle of emotions when it is safe and appropriate to do so. Because of your ability to engage them at whatever level they are comfortable, to adapt to whatever changes in emotion emerge in the conversation, and to cope so well with all of it - well, they'll be very glad they found a person like you. You may, in fact, wind up as something of an emotional mentor. Your awareness of the emotional temperature of a situation, your ability to adapt to either heat or cold, and your ability to cope with whatever winds up happening in the conversation could be models for them to follow as they come to terms with their own emotional worlds.

Conscientiousness: You are focused and flexible with obligations.
Words to describe you: casual, informal, compliant, reliable, organized, solid, dependable, uncommitted, genuine.

How you interact with others: When you take on a task at work or at home, you are reliable; you get the job done. In an organized way, you define the goal, lay out a plan, figure how long the task will take, and get to work "solid and dependable you".

But and this is important you're not a slave to the plan. You're committed to it, but not chained to it; the connection is more casual and informal. You know that sometimes "the best laid plans" fall off the tracks; when this happens, you clean up the train wreck and start over, undeterred.

Though not happening often, when plans change, you're okay with it. In fact, sometimes you change the plan. It's too nice of a Saturday to finish organizing the garage. Let's go for a bike ride instead. True, the next rainy Saturday will likely find you back in the garage, but for now the work can wait.

What an interesting combination of qualities in you're organized, but casual; solid, but compliant; and dependable, but informal. At home and at work, people know they can rely on you. You take great satisfaction in knowing that people think of you as disciplined and responsible, but you also know that you have something of a free spirit in you, and when this spirit moves you, off you go, following the impulse of the moment. You are rightly proud of your work ethic, but you also enjoy your willingness to lay the tools down, crank up the music and play like a child.

Negative reactions others may have toward you: Some people live like Marines: duty-bound, disciplined and driven. To these people you might seem uncommitted; where they would never leave work for play or change plans in the middle of their life's forced march, you let the circumstance sway you and move in a different direction, and they don't understand.

Others live like kites on a string, attached by thin threads to the solid ground of responsibility and are blown about by every gust of impulse or imagination. To these people you might seem too cowardly, like you'll flirt with your impulses but never give in fully, play on a Saturday but never blow of the entire work-week to "follow your bliss".

While these Marines and kite-flyers might look down on you for your combination of focus and flexibility, others might be envious. They can't free themselves from a sense that they're not doing enough, or from the equally frustrating feeling that they're not free enough.

And here you are with your accomplishments and your pleasures, getting the job done but also getting your hair blown back as you run with the wind. As far as these people are concerned, you're lucky you've got the best of both of the worlds in which they feel they fail.

Positive responses others may have: What a great life you have, and a great attitude to boot. You know when to buckle down and push ahead to get the job done, and you do it well. You know when to lay the tools of your trade aside, grab your kite and head for the meadow where you can run with the wind. Many people will see and admire in you this lovely combination of a person who can focus, but who is flexible enough to know when to let the spirit move you in some new and livelier direction.

It's a life they aspire to, and they delight in seeing it played out in your life. They may ask your advice and turn you into a mentor of the full and balanced experience. They will want to know how you do it, what the costs are, and if you get frightened that you're not working hard enough or playing often enough. They may make you think about your own life more than you have, so you can share it with those who want to emulate this balance between flexibility and focus.

Extraversion:
You are outgoing.
Words to describe you: friendly, gregarious, full of life, unreserved, kindhearted, talkative, emotional, spontaneous, vigorous.

How you interact with others:
People light you up. In conversations, planning meetings or almost any social situation, you bring your energy and your friendly, outgoing personality into these engagements with other people, and you come away pumped up. You can hardly wait for the next event, as long as other people will be there. And you're good at it.

You know how to communicate. You listen well, the first rule of good communication, and then, when it's your turn, you talk vigorously and with animation; in your uninhibited way you give all that you've got to the encounter.

In situations where you feel very safe, when you know and trust the people you're with, you can be very kindhearted and unrestrained. You let your affection for and pleasure in being with others flow freely. You're wide open And when you get back this same kind of unrestrained warmth, you are deeply satisfied. Because you are so friendly and full of life, these are among your favorite moments.

Negative reactions others may have: As much as you like being with other people, not everyone will like being with you. Hard to believe, but your gregarious and warm manner is not everyone's cup of tea. Some people are more cautious than you in personal encounters; others think the work place should be more formal, more impersonal than is comfortable for you. Still others, who may want more of the spotlight, will find you too much to compete with once you get your lively and outgoing self in motion.

Here's another word of caution. You've been at this warm and open way of relating for a while, but for some people it's a brand new experience. They may be protecting something inside themselves, some fear or guilt or shame, or some private part of their story that they're not yet ready to share. Your openness might threaten them, and they'll take a step back and be reluctant the next time to engage you in the kind of exchange you find so easy and satisfying but they find so dangerous.

Positive responses others may have of you: Many people, most probably, will be glad to be in the room you're in. At work you make the environment livelier and the banter more interesting, so the time moves swiftly and the experience is a happier one. At home you keep everyone connected because you engage each of them in the conversational action, and as a result they are more connected as well with one another. You make home a warmer and more interesting place for everyone who lives there.
You might also be helpful to some people. There are those who need to talk but aren't very good at it. They don't know how to begin the kind of conversation that would allow them to share whatever is in their personal stories that they'd like or need to talk about. You could make that easier for them with your way with words. Some people just need an example and a little encouragement to come out of their shell and get into the greater fun and personal connectedness that will make their lives so much more satisfying. Again, you might be just the right person to make that happen for them.

So almost everyone will be glad to be with you, you make life more interesting for those you live and work with, and you could help some of your friends who need just a little encouragement to open up and find in themselves the kinds of energetic and warm connections that you thrive on. Not that you are a pushover; in fact, you are often quite assertive. In taking care of yourself you also make sure that others are engaged and energized.

Invisible


I remembered a dream I had last night or this morning. It made me miss Carol and some of my clients a bit. I was in a big office suite inside of a building that I didn't recognize at all. A fairly big group of people were gathered at a conference table; I noticed a few to be former counseling clients of mine. I was trying to figure out why I was there. Was I visiting or there to help Carol with a group or presentation? Carol was scrambling around, highly energetic (as usual, hahaha) like she was looking for supplies. She rushed into the other room that appeared to be an office kitchen. I was trying to talk to her, but she was busy and just made some playful sarcastic remark that even though I'm not there anymore, she has been able to handle things,etc. I thought, ah, that's the Carol I know and love. The weird part of the dream was that I don't think anyone else could see me there besides Carol, like I had this invisible superpower. I looked at this one former client, happy to see him and wondering if he's still sticking to his recovery, staying sober...but I didn't really know (because he couldn't see me). That's all I remember.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

What if we could dream in episodes?



I woke up this morning, fully rested with no idea of the time. It could have been 2pm for all I knew. I squinted my eyes and peered at my alarm clock radio across the room by the edge of the window: 10:03am. I can't remember the last time I have slept in so late. I think it was because I was dreaming so much. As I roused from bed, I muttered to myself about the weird intriguing dreams. I cannot recall all of them, but the one I had right before I woke up is fairly fresh in my mind.

I appeared to be on a date with a tall European guy (who actually reminded me of one of my former Polish clients). We talked, had lunch. I felt like we were actually in Europe because when we left the restaurant, as we walked along the street outside I noticed it was made of cobblestone. It was cloudy and damp, the feeling of it having recently rained. It just had that European ambiance. I liked European guy, but he felt more like an interesting friend than a romantic rendezvous. I did get excited, however, when he asked me (quite nonchalantly) if I wanted to go to Belgium. You would have thought he was asking me if I wanted to go bowling or on a picnic, like it's a normal thing people do every day. My eyes nearly popped out of my head in curious anticipation. "Do I want to go to Belgium?!?! Of course I do!" I had no idea why or what we'd do there, but I didn't care. I could wander around all day and be perfectly content.

Next thing I know, suddenly it doesn't feel like we're in Europe walking on the cobblestone street anymore, but on the sidewalk of Broadway in my old Lakeview, Chicago neighborhood. There are crowds of people walking all around us, in front of us. I'm becoming anxious as we walk along the crosswalk from the Chipotle on the corner of Belmont and Broadway to the other side, the sidewalk in front of Walgreens. European guy says something about cooking and running errands. He looks so tall and I feel so short as I tilt my head to peer up at his face. Maybe he wasn't serious about Belgium after all. Confused, I ask him "What about Belgium?" Again, he talks nonchalantly about it, encouraging me to cook dinner for my family as he does some errands and he will call me later. I remind him that I don't eat chicken, that I'm pretty much vegetarian. He doesn't react, as if he didn't hear me say anything. There's an awkward pause for goodbye. I initiate a big, warm hug...interesting friend, not romantic lover. He continues his way and I continue mine, walking down Belmont back to my Chicago apartment. I really wanted to go to Belgium. That's all I remember. This was the kind of dream that I didn't care to interpret or make sense of it. It was a dream I simply enjoyed, like watching a tv show or movie.

Do you ever wish you could have dream episodes? And I don't mean just picking up where you leave off with a dream if you've woken up and then want to go back to sleep. I'm talking about being able to choose which dreams you find most interesting to continue with later 'episodes,' the ones that would be most fun to see how they turn out. Like Belgium. I want to know if I end up going to Belgium in the dream and if so, I want to see Belgium! I also think it would be cool to compare my dream to 'real life.' I would be fascinated to see if my dream Belgium looks anything like actual Belgium.

I have heard of lucid dreaming before, but I don't know if it would work for me. I saw this dream themed movie not too long ago (though the title of the movie escapes me) where the main character had this dream about a beautiful woman (Penelope Cruz) and he becomes consumed with finding ways to engage in lucid dreaming so he can continue the same kind of dream about her. Part of the reason he loves the dream is because he's unhappy with his morose girlfriend (played by Gweneth Paltrow, go figure, haha!) and the dream provided him with something alluring: a beautiful woman.

Essentially though, it had more to do with him being unsatisfied with his own life, so he was escaping reality through fantasy life (aka the dream state). Hmmm, is that what I'm doing? Maybe, maybe not. But it sure would be fun to try out some multiple dream episodes.

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Thoughts on 'freedom'


"Freedom is nothing else but a chance to be better." ---Albert Camus

As I was enjoying a walk today in the 50 degree sunny weather, I was thinking about the idea of freedom as it pertains to one's happiness. I thought about different people I know, the ways in which they seem to represent 'freedom.' When we think of 'freedom,' infinite associations with the word spring to mind: Free to do as one pleases, free to be oneself, free of responsibility, free of literal or metaphorical 'chains', free spirited, free to express, free to govern, and on and on...

Instead of thinking of freedom as an absolute, however, today I considered the possibility that maybe it's just about more freedom vs. less freedom. Having an overwhelming commitment or responsibility may prompt one to want more freedom. Lacking emotional and physical connections with others may trigger the opposite feeling of wanting less freedom and more security. But we can't have both, not really...not all the time. It ebbs and flows. Relationships can both free us and enslave us. So can our passions, our 'issues,' our jobs, our health, our self-esteem, our routines, our habits, our culture or society! But it isn't meant to be depressing. Maybe it's an opportunity to be cognizant of what could be waiting right around the corner (or not).

Freedom is also found in the pursuit, the anticipation.

Bibliophilia


It's after midnight as I sit here quietly in the living room of my mom's house, having sipped more than a few glasses of Yellowtail Shiraz wine over the past few hours and reminiscing about all the books I've read. In case you're wondering why, it's not so random. There's this cool application on Facebook called the Visual Bookshelf. You can 'add' or 'remove' books under other such categories as 'want to read,' 'already read,' and so forth. You can also click on a 'recommendations' category that will spit out recommendations based on books you have already read or want to read. I have been infatuated with this VB application quite a bit lately. It's like a personal little book 'game' I've started with myself tonight. How many books can you remember having read off the top of your head Katie? This is no easy challenge, especially having worked at a bookstore for 4 years in Chicago.

We (the store name shall remain nameless, though if you know me and/or are someone reading this whom has worked with me there....well, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout!) were allowed to check books out on what could be technically considered a 'library loan' of sorts for two weeks. There were only a few conditions: 1. It had to be either hard cover or what's known as a "QP" (quality paperback for those not in the know with the inside lingo), so as not to look all beat up, disheveled, mangled by water, your dog's mouth and that sort of thing. If it did, you had to buy it (naturally). 2. There had to be at least 2 copies total of a particular book in the store in order for you to check it out, that way you weren't impeding a customer from buying it by an employee having checked out the only copy. There were sneaky ways around this one. Yes, I'm guilty on a few counts with this rule. :) Anyway, my point is that because I had the advantage of checking out MANY books free of charge all at my convenient disposal...I probably read twice as many books as I do now (though I still can't ever really go into a bookstore without buying at least one book, even if it just sits on my bookshelf for awhile). So essentially, the possibilities for how many books I've racked up as 'already read' is mind boggling. It makes me wonder further, how many books have I read in my lifetime?!

Another reason I love books is not just the vast array of interesting topics of knowledge and/or imagination it invokes...it's also certain memories I associate with a particular book. I remember reading "Frankenstein" my senior year of high school for English class and how eager I was to just be done already and graduate. I remember reading "Scarlet Letter" one difficult summer in Kentucky when I was lost and trying to figure out the next course my life should take. I also remember "Emotional Alchemy" helping me to that next transitional level of life just a few months after that in 2001. I remember sitting in the living room of my on campus apartment at SWT/Texas State reading "Man's Search for Meaning," baffled and in awe of a brilliant and amazing human being who survived the atrocities of a concentration camp, thinking surely I had NOTHING to complain about in comparison! I remember sitting on a plane en route to Florida to visit my dad reading "The Beauty Myth," probably the only 14 or 15 year old girl who was reading about feminist thought! I remember reading "Passionate Marriage" during a jam packed year of practicum and graduate school classes in 2004, having stumbled across it as an 'extra' reading recommendation on Dr. Todd's syllabus for one of the marriage and family therapy classes I took. That book blew me away and really challenged me to think about true eroticism and intimacy versus 'piece of meat' sexuality. Wow. Love David Schnarch, so brilliant!

Then of course, there are those books I read prior to and/or during book events I worked. I remember reading Augusten Burroughs' books and then had the pleasure of working the book signing event when "Magical Thinking" came out... and chatting with him a bit after the event with some questions of my own on his writing. I remember being excited to meet and work the Dan Savage event when his book "The Commitment" came out. He told me he had some excerpts in mind that he'd like to read, but he needed one more and was unsure. "Read the part about when you smashed a cake in that one guy's face!!" I told him. (Some college guy had a cake fetish) As I stood there and listened to him read the excerpts, he actually took my suggestion and read it. I couldn't believe it! And it was a hit; the audience roared in laughter.

I remember sitting on a bus heading towards downtown Chicago as I read parts of "De Profundis" and wishing someone would feel THAT passionately about me. Ah, the romance in literature. I remember going through my FBI profiling book phase in college, reading John Douglas books ("Mindhunter," "Journey Into Darkness," etc) and watching biographies of famous killers on A & E with Bill Curtis...and sometimes being a little freaked out/paranoid that someone was watching me through my Comanche Hill apartment window. hahaha. I remember reading a book on writing for the first time during my short stint in Reno, Nevada...Julia Cameron's "The Right to Write." The phenomenal book helped give me courage and honesty to find my authentic 'voice' in developing my writing/style deeper. "Heroin" helped me understand the addicts I had been working with better, Osho books helped me understand myself better.

I remember sitting at a table in the front window of The Fixx on Sheffield in my Chicago neighborhood a year or two ago reading about all of Philip's experiences throughout his lifetime in "Of Human Bondage," totally engrossed with the character. I remember reading books that were recommended to me, which inevitably makes me think of that particular person..."Ishmael" and "Life of Pi" (Kristopher K.), "On Killing" (AJ), "The 48 Laws of Power" (Josh), the Dexter series books (Juan), and various literature books (Mom). I could go on and on, but I would be here all night and well, it's already after 1am here in Seattle.

With such great memories, can you see how books are a 'friend' to me in their own right? :)