My Wisdom

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If there's one bit of wisdom I could impart on the next generation it is this: it never stops getting hard. It seems that I have had a number of encounters with adolescent men and women complaining about the difficulties they face.  They compare themselves to others, and hope for an extreme change in circumstances that will solve everything.

I truly believe that they have the best of intentions.  Their forward thinking and individually focused minds want to believe that there is hope for something, anything, to make their lives easier.  The only problem is, that thing is almost impossible to find.

The truth is that life is wonderful.  It's awe-inspiring, and incredible.  Life has so many rewards and benefits.  However, it is simultaneously, weird, confusing, stressful, and challenging.  No matter who you are (and I've confirmed this with a large variety of individuals) there will always be periods of time that feel unmanageable.  You can count on the fact that you will go through times that feel monotonous, aggravating, or down right depressing.  No matter how hard it feels, those of us who stick it out find it all worthwhile.

Self Discovery

About two weeks ago I came home from work at my normal time, flopped on the couch, and declared epic fatigue.

"I'm tired!" I whined, perplexed that this normal every day experience had resulted in complete and total lethargy.  Being someone who must understand everything, I felt rising irritation at the irrationality of my listlessness.  There seemed to be no reason for me to feel this out of sorts.  Yet there I lay, trying to stave off the inner toddler rising to tantrum within me.

Then I did as I always do, I gave in.  This is a piece of wisdom I gleaned from many years of facilitating and safe-guarding the worst hissy fits imaginable.  I now know, after endlessly trying to circumvent hysterical meltdowns, that it's pointless.  One way or another, the emotion is going to catch up with you.  I learned to just prepare myself and others for the experience, because that's the only way to learn from it.

So, melt down I did.  In my own modified adult way, I let the child within me loose.  I cried for a minute or two, whimpering about how profoundly busy I felt.  I bellyached about my active lifestyle and how I knew it was irrational for me to actually miss my couch. I tossed and turned, and catastrophized that I hadn't had a moment to myself in years.

As I started to pull my act together, I began to actually listen to my petulant rant, and the logical part of my brain made the connections.  I'm an introspective type.  Regular readers may have noticed that my thought process often follows an inward train. My own self-exploration comes from down time and zoning out while "doing nothing." For this reason, it is crucial that I provide myself with regular relaxation time.  I need to sit in a comfortable space and allow myself to get lost in my own musings.  When I don't, I lose myself.  Though highly motivated, I forget who I am in my endless drive to the next step.

Thinking this through, I began to realize that my catastrophic thinking wasn't entirely unrealistic. In fact, I'd spent approximately the last 2.5 years working a variety of jobs, moving, attending graduate school, moving again, doing a high stress internship, volunteering, researching and composing a painstaking thesis, and beginning a career. All the while haphazardly making some of the best, most life altering, decisions ever.

 In my last couple of years, I forgot the meaning of transition.  I jumped from one thing to the next without even taking a beat.  In most cases, one thing overlapped with the next for quite some time.  I had forgotten to pause, and I definitely didn't stop to think.

So, yeah, I was tired.

Braggart Reform

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When I was younger I could be quite the know-it-all.  Teachers liked me, because I sat quietly in class, raised my hand, and answered the questions I  was asked. At home, I would jabber on and on about all the things I learned in school.  I would talk my parents' ears off as I described every accolade and academic triumph of the day.  I'd chatter away bragging about all of my skills and scholastic strengths until my dad would sigh with exasperation and declare,

"If you're really smart, you won't have to tell anyone."

As a small child this advice baffled me.  Of course I have to tell people, I thought to myself, how else will they know?  I truly believed that I had to prove my worth to others.  Because of this, I took my father's advice how I always did.  I ignored it.

I went on striving for perfection and asserting my value to all who mattered to me.  All the while, my father repeated his advice  every time he was subjected to my self-aggrandizing daily reports.  I'd roll my eyes, stomp my feet, and complain that I was merely trying to describe my day.

I never thought this advice effected me much, except to confirm that my dad could be rather insensitive.  However, as with all mild irritations that are set on repeat, I slowly internalized his words.  Without realizing it, I took on his meaning.  Before I realized it, I grew into a strong young woman who speaks to others in simple words while resisting the need to prove my intelligence.  I now equate my wisdom and skill with that of most people.  I recognize my competencies, but I see myself as no better or worse than any other person just with a different set of privileges.

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"Parenting," as my father says, "is a job you can only do wrong."

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 It may seem overly cynical to say so, but I've had a variety of encounters throughout my life that would confirm this very belief. I have worked with and known parents who could be described with adjectives such as good, bad, perfect, mediocre, wonderful, awful, intense, amazing, and even crazy. No matter how I've come to know these parents, they all had one major thing in common. All of their children have had "issues."

In fact, that might just be the prevailing theme in life. Everyone has issues. We all have something we struggle with, some weakness that needs bolstering, and some sensitivities that need considering.  Babies are born into our world ripe for learning behaviors from their predecessors. Their brains are literally programmed to observe and mimic what they see. These learned behaviors impact thought development, which creates internalized responses, and before you know it there's a whole new generation of neuroses walking the earth.

It's an endless cycle that can only be circumvented with acceptance. This is our fate. Whether guarded, defensive, fearful, or reactive, we all have our vulnerabilities. Often times these issues have been selected from a preordained set of environmental, hereditary, and social dynamics. There's little anyone could do to avoid creating issues. It's possible that special focus and attention may have prevented development of a specific sensitivity.  However, it's more than likely that hyper-attentiveness in one identified area would actually create neglect in an another unrealized realm; causing a whole different set of difficulties.

This is not to say that we should all just throw up our hands and surrender to our flaws and shortcomings.  Truly what I point to is the opposite. I bring up our inevitably flawed experiences, in an attempt to point out that we're all striving for improvement.  This experience is not unique to any particularly sick set of people.  We're all working on change and betterment of ourselves, because the future depends on us.