“Once the fabric of a just society is undone, it takes generations to weave it back together.” —Deepak Chopra
There is a lot of heartache in the world…on social, personal and spiritual levels.
Right now it seems like an ACT of REVOLUTION to manage stress. For the sake of my mental and physical health, I’m simply trying to lighten up.
Every morning, before I get out of bed, I smile (which feels weird, but actually changes your chemistry) and ask myself: How do I want to show up in the world today?
The feel good neurotransmitters of dopamine, endorphins and serotonin are released when we smile. This not only relaxes your body but can also lower your heart rate and blood pressure.
Sometimes when I awaken, I want my sorrow or my anger…not too often though. However, when asked that question, the answer is almost always comically obvious.
We’re all energetic beings.
How we show up in the world has a ripple effect—both positively & negatively.
How do you want to show up in the world today?
anxious: characterized by extreme uneasiness of mind about some contingency
contingency: an event that may but is not certain to occur
READ THIS OUT LOUD TO YOURSELF:
extreme uneasiness of mind about an event not certain to occur
Why are we spending so much time thinking about our hypothetical futures?
Anxiety is at epidemic proportions in the world. I’m personally having far too many sleepless nights lately. I want to get a handle on my it before it affects my health, my choices and how I respond to events in my life, both big and small.
Research always makes me feel settled down. I dug in this morning.
FAST COMPANY ARTICLE BY HALEY GOLDBERG: “When we stare into a fuzzy crystal ball, it’s easy to start to worry about what’s inside, like a present we can never unwrap. And it feels productive. Studies show that we often believe worrying can prevent negative outcomes or it can help us find a better way of doing things.” FAST COMPANY ARTICLE
These three words really stood out to me…it feels productive. “FEELS” is the cue I needed to settle my brain down a little bit. Feels implies it isn’t productive at all, our brain has been tricked into thinking that the act of worrying is somehow keeping bad things from happening.
If my brain can be TRICKED, then my brain can also call bullshit when it notices the trickery. Not every time, but with practice, at least increase the frequency of noticing.
Today, I feel anxious about a few big things happening in my life right now…my father is in the hospital, my three young adult children are all in transition and my life is going to change quite dramatically in the next few months. And yet…
“I know what to do, even when I don’t know what to do.”
I’m trying to remind myself that, even though THE FUTURE IS AND ALWAYS WILL BE UNCERTAIN, I believe I can handle whatever the universe throws at me.
Handling it, might mean falling apart, calling upon my team to steady me and going through a period of deep grief and sorrow.
Correct me if I’m wrong, that’s still handling it, right?
I try to remind myself of this often.
This week I read that forgiveness will only occur when we recognize that we can no longer change our past. That’s a relatively simple concept. I’m able to intellectually grasp it and yet…why am I wasting time with would of, could of & should of thoughts? If thinking about my past can give me the blues and worrying about the future causes anxiety, why am I doing it? I don’t have to feel this way. I have a choice.
My past is my life’s circumstance.
I cannot possibly change one thing.
My future is uncertain.
The only certainty is that my life will contain both joy & some devastating heartbreak.
I’m neglecting my NOW.
What can I do?
I tried saying to myself what I’m doing at any given moment.
“I’m calling the dentist now.”
“I’m watching a video my daughter wants to share with me.”
“I’m checking my email now.”
“I’m listening to (insert the name of everyone you encounter) now.”
You know what? This really helps. It slows time down and reminds me that I’m doing this one thing right now. When I practice this, I feel more in control and less manipulated by those lousy would of, could of & should of thoughts.
“Realize deeply that the present moment is all you ever have.”
It seems damn near revolutionary to try to be more present is our distracted world.
I’m going to try.
Close your eyes.
Think of yourself as a GIANT looking down on your life.
What do you see?
Do things you stress over seem smaller from this vantage point?
We can all access our giant anytime…Fee-fi-fo-fum.
I haven’t named my giant yet…but I have a few ideas.
Do you want extreme uneasiness of mind OR to cherish a desire with anticipation? When I read these definitions out loud they prompted remarkably different feelings in me.
I was once was told that worrying is a prayer for something bad to happen.
If that’s true, than hope is a prayer for something good to happen, right?
—Author Edwin H. Friedman in “A Failure of Nerve: Leadership in the Age of a Quick Fix” wrote:
“…the climate of contemporary America has become so chronically anxious that our society has gone into emotional regression that is toxic to well-defined leadership.”
“…chronic anxiety that characterizes the emotional processes of contemporary American civilization influences our thoughts and our leaders toward safety and certainty rather than boldness and adventure.”
This book is a remarkable read about leadership in contemporary America—Business‚ Government, Coaching, Teaching, Clergy & Parenting. The central idea is that any system requiring leadership with way too much anxiety becomes static, lacks innovation and is unable to seek out creative solutions. In my heart I desire boldness and adventure over safety and certainty. In my life I get racked with worry and anxiety, but I have a choice as to what I hold closer to my heart. We always have a choice.
Holding onto our anxiety is easy right now, it’s being spoon fed to us 24 hours a day.
I have hope in the innovation of the next generation. I have hope in science to spark cures for disease, find unique ways to educate our children, protect our climate and invent really cool new ways to do things. I have hope that we can listen to each other. I have hope that we don’t constantly fear those who are different than us. I have hope that our better angels will emerge.
We actually do have a choice to make between being ANXIOUS or HOPEFUL.
My bet is on HOPE. Without it, we’re screwed.
I was reminded today of something from my children’s early education days.
That was fine when my kids were developing a sense of how to behave around other kids and caring teachers were asking them to give language to their feelings. However, as adults that’s not nearly enough of a “gut check” on the huge amount of messages coming our way all day, every day. Our bodies give us so much information…heart rate, muscle pain, hunger, thirst, fatigue, shaking hands, sweating and so much more. I know at least for me, the more I notice, well, the more I notice.
And once you notice, you can’t NOT NOTICE.
Terribly well written, I know. If we were talking in person that might make way more sense to you. OK, I’ll try a little harder…
On one hand it’s a good quick question to keep in mind? Does this feel “yucky” to me? However, yucky alone requires deeper exploration as grown-ups. Is my body trying to tell me something my mind wants to override or disregard?
My mind wants to override messages the rest of my system is sending constantly.
Sometimes I have to tell my brain to step out of the room. Because it says some utterly crazy bullshit sometimes. I’ve had a quickening heart rate in a situation recently and I took notice. When I listened, I realized that what was required of me was courage, not medical attention. I know I’ll tell my body to leave me the hell alone and let my brain take the wheel again, but now that I’ve noticed…well, you know, I can’t NOT NOTICE.
Positive Psychology teacher/author, Tal Ben-Shahar teaches that sometimes we’re having a “bad brain” day. It’s simply offline. Makes sense, right? Just like having a bad: hair, back, skin, belly, knee, wrist, neck etc. day—we should gives ourselves permission to recognize that we can indeed have a bad brain day. It’s just sending some false data today and if that’s the case, listening to our bodies instead can be the balance our system requires.
If I want to improve my listening skills with other people, I have to at least try to give myself the same courtesy every once in a while. That means I have to listen more. Talk less. It’s 1:24 am and my body is telling me it’s time for bed. Goodnight folks.
Why we need to question everything
This form of psychological abuse typically plays out like so: The gaslighter states something false with such intensity and conviction that whoever is on the receiving end is confused and begins to doubt their own perspective.
The term comes from a 1938 play called Gaslight, in which a husband drives his wife crazy by secretly altering things in her house and making her question her grip on reality.
Yesterday my son asked me, “If you had your own planet, what would it be like, Mom?” Sometimes I rush these kinds of discussions and don’t want to play the game. But, yesterday thinking about MY OWN PLANET entertained my brain all day. What would it be like? I needed to do something creative and playing with my photographs while thinking about my planet really sparked my imagination, thanks Ellis. The images I created are a very different direction for me. I finally went to bed at 1am still thinking about my planet. It’s magnificent. I’ll be working on more images to convey NEW VAGUS…perhaps a recruiting brochure, a psychological test, a song or a movie…I like options.
It’s called NEW VAGUS after my favorite nerve. The vagus nerve wanders like a vagabond (I love that). It’s also the captain of your inner nerve center. If you get off course, your captain can get you heading back in the right direction. There are some relatively easy ways to stimulate your vagus nerve. I found this fascinating. Gargling. Cold showers. Prayer. Deep breathing. Making some of these things a regular practice can help with inflammation, migraines, anxiety, addiction and so much more. See link below for more options and information and share broadly. It might really help someone you love.
“What happens in the vagus nerve, it turns out, doesn’t stay in the vagus nerve. The longest of the cranial nerves, the vagus nerve is so named because it “wanders” like a vagabond, sending out fibers from your brain stem to your visceral organs. The vagus nerve is literally the captain of your inner nerve center—the parasympathetic nervous system, to be specific. And like a good captain, it does a great job of overseeing a vast range of crucial functions, communicating nerve impulses to every organ in your body. New research has revealed that it may also be the missing link to treating chronic inflammation, and the beginning of an exciting new field of treatment that leaves medications behind.”
Here’s the key to the photos:
Packard Plant, Detroit, Michigan
NYC on the High Line
Burke, South Dakota
New Orleans, Louisiana
Cape Cod, Sandwich, Massachusetts
NYC near Grand Central Station
Punta Cana, Dominican Republic
New Orleans in a cemetery near a famous restaurant I can’t remember the name of.
According to Psychology Today, “The average high school kid has the same anxiety level of the average psychiatric patient of the early 1950s”. I just can’t stop thinking about this. As parents we all want the best for our kids but is what we’re doing working if our kids have this much stress and anxiety? There have always been shifts in parenting styles. Each generation wants to correct the perceived “wrongs” from how they were parented and it seems like we are at a crucial point of correction…the pendulum in my estimation swung way too far from how we were parented.
If anxiety is looking forward…what does this say about our generation’s parenting style? Have we modeled adult lives that look appealing? Are the daunting questions of our day too much for our kids—the environment, money, health, authenticity, meaning and relevance?
I grew up in a small town in South Dakota in the 1970s and 80s. I could drive at fourteen. I started working summer jobs at the age of eleven. I had a lot of independence. My husband and I both grew up in small towns and we had young parents. I think it had a big impact on our parenting choices. We wanted to do some things “old school” and not get caught in the trappings of our generation. However, this is really challenging.
I have made lots and lots of parenting mistakes (as my teenagers will happily discuss with anyone). However, there is a big difference between how we parented our son who is 4.3 years older than his twin sisters. We hovered more. We took care of things and pushed about homework, often at the detriment of family life and the harmony of our home. Sorry Ellis. We chose not to do this to our girls (at least not as much) and thankfully even in a four year time span there is a lot more being studied about: too much homework, the need for more downtime, the opportunity to daydream, decompress and relax.
I want my children happy AND I believe in pushing them to develop new skills.
It’s those COMPETING COMMITMENTS that trip me up constantly.
I don’t think these things have to be mutually exclusive.
I want to be attentive to the way I push my kids.
Am I encouraging my kids to do things that make me look good? YIKES!
Our world needs innovation, kindness, generosity & curiosity.
How do we nurture those skills in a hyper-virtual connectedness, competitive, highly structured environment?
It can be done.
We just have to get creative.
This week has been thematic for me and it started with an On Point/NPR show Monday morning while I was working in my studio. The show was dedicated to depression, anxiety and suicide clusters among teens in America. It highlighted the unbelievable pressure put on our teens now. We’ve created a culture of expectation that we don’t even come close to as the standard for ourselves. We’re also living in a time when we are medicating kids at an alarming rate just to get them through all of these crazy demands. It’s unsustainable and time for a major paradigm shift.
The show highlighted both the pressure of affluent areas with a highly educated population and it discussed the suicide rate on the Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota (I’m a South Dakota native). I found it quite interesting that these two populations on either side of the spectrum share something quite alarming. Extreme pressure on one end and lack of academic pressure, rigor and opportunity on the other. The suicide rate on the reservation among teens is 4 times the national statistic. Devastating.
Here’s the link to the show:
This got me thinking about my three teenagers (ages 19 and 15 year-old-twins) and my expectations of them. If I was held to the standard that is out there culturally for them I don’t think I would get out of bed. I want to create an environment that allows a lot of time for discussion about character…there will be resistance but they just might thank me later…maybe in their late 20s. This photo was the day my girls said goodbye to their college bound big brother.
Here’s what we’re expecting of our teens:
• Have perfect grades in every subject (not just the classes that really interest them or what courses they possess natural ability). I basically majored in English in High School.
• Be good athletes (often whether they enjoy the sport or not).
• Be fit and attractive (to take gorgeous selfies).
• Be so passionate about something and develop expertise—distinguishing themselves among their peers. (This is rare and why we hear these stores on 60 minutes.)
• Play an instrument, a talented vocalist or an actor.
• Volunteer and be dedicated community servants (looks great on college applications).
• Know what career they want (this is crazy to be asking kids—they don’t know about all possibilities out there, let alone should they be expected to share with the world their intentions).
In sixth grade we were suppose to draw a picture of the profession we desired and cut the face out inserting one of our wallet-sized school photos. I thought it was crazy then and much to my mother and teacher’s chagrin I drew a Skid Row sort of bum. Sorry, Mrs. Tolstedt and Mom. My drawing did, however exhibit my artistic ability and smart-ass inclinations (which have mostly served me quite well in my adult life). My drawing was my image in fingerless gloves, a black bowler hat and a bottle in a brown paper bag. I wish I had it to show you.
I am oddly proud of that drawing because I didn’t know then and still don’t entirely know now what I want to “BE”…and it’s OK.
This morning the other information that popped onto my radar is New York columnist/author, David Brooks’ new book, “The Road to Character”. His book is about development of our inner lives in a era of heightened competition, sound bites & selfies.
What if our expectations & conversations with our teens focused on their inner lives, manners, kindness, generosity, purpose & empathy?
You can subscribe to David Brooks’ website and become a part of the discussion.
Here is an excerpt from the book.
I would love to hear your thoughts on this topic. Please leave comments.