Friday, February 28, 2014

"I Have No Opinion"



Ken, a client of mine, told me that he had great confidence in high school and even was on the debate team.  With the passing of the years, though, he’s lost confidence in himself.  He tries to be so agreeable he doesn’t know what he thinks any more and desperately wants to regain his confidence.

Sadly, I don’t think Ken’s unique.  Despite the endless barrage of tweets, texts, postings and comments that rain down on us daily, many people lack a genuine conviction of their own thoughts.  They remain mute or simply smile and mindlessly agree with others’ opinions.

Ken claims he has no personal opinions because he doesn’t want to hurt people’s feelings.  His reflex is to smile, nod his head and say, “yes,” “good” or “I agree,” all the while not reflecting on whether he believes or doesn’t believe the truth of what they’re saying. 

There are people who convince themselves that the most important thing in life is to be liked and approved by EVERYONE – yes, everyone – they encounter.  And so these people will do whatever it takes to get people to like them.

Do you work with a “yes” person?  The person who says, “yes” to every request and then fails to deliver on what was promised?  In most cases, that person is saying “yes” not because they’re a jerk but rather because they’re afraid of disappointing you in the moment.  And even more, they want you to like and respect them – deeply and truly.

Ken doesn’t understand that genuine like and respect go deeper than merely agreeing with someone.

Amy Adams recently talked about Philip Seymour Hoffman with whom she worked on two films.  She said that, “he had this unique ability to see people. To really see them. Not look through them. He just really saw people.”  When you really “see” a person, you see the good, the bad and the ugly and in that seeing you respect them by engaging them in ways in which you agree, disagree, encourage and challenge.  That’s the inherent risk of truly encountering another human being.  That’s true respect.

I think Ken is afraid that if people really “see” him they won’t like or respect him.  Maybe that will happen – with some people some of the time.  But without the risk of seeing and being seen, there can be no real relationship.

Ken has yet to take that risk.  He has yet to give himself permission to say “I think,” “I feel,” “I believe,” “I want,” or “I need.”  He has yet to truly see himself. 

He wants to and I’m choosing to believe that in time he will.

What about you – do you really see people?  Really see yourself?

Friday, February 21, 2014

Trust – Such An Old-Fashioned Concept



Last week I met with Carol Roleder, an event planner who specializes in funerals and memorials.  She loves helping people plan the memorial of a loved one and the reception that follows not because she’s creepy, but because she loves family.  And a memorial is as much a time to celebrate family as is a wedding, a mitzvah or a baptism.

She told me that from the time she was a little girl she knew she wanted to be a mother.  Married with four children, she loves everything about being a mother and a wife.  She loves talking about family with newly weds and tells parents that the most important thing they can teach their children is to trust them.  For Carol, trust is the most important gift you can give your child.

When Carol told me that “trust” is at the heart of her family, I squirmed as trust was not a prized virtue in my family.  Everything was conditional, including love, and so the “trick” was to not get caught.  If you told the truth you could get into trouble; if you lied you could get into trouble.  And so you had to strategize on how not to get into trouble!  As an adult, I had to learn how to value trust and how to make it a cornerstone of my life – personal and professional. 

Carol told me that trust is at the heart of what she does as an event planner.  In a time of grief, a time of confusion, people entrust her with the celebration of their loved one – the celebration of their family.  What greater trust is there?

The first funeral home that trusted her, Cabot in Pasadena, told her that they were willing to give her just one chance to prove that she deserved their trust.  They gave her that opportunity because she presented herself as trustworthy. How did she manage that? 

They said she didn’t come across as an ambulance chaser; that her passion and care came through not only in what she said, but also in how she said it.  There was a look in her eye and a tremble in her voice that made them believe she was “real.”

In a world of slick commercial promises and in a world filled with folks who over-promise and under-deliver, isn’t it refreshing when you find someone whose trust is reliable?  Someone who responds to calls and emails promptly, supplies useful information and goes beyond what is merely required.  Someone who looks you in the eye and searches for what you really need, for what you’re really saying.

What about you – is trust one of the words people would readily use to describe you?

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Love In The Midst Of Fear – A Valentine's Day Thought


In honor of Valentine’s Day, I’m inspired by something that Vivian, a follower of this blog, recently shared with me. . .
“Four years ago my husband Jake was terminated from his job at the age of 59. As you can imagine, he experienced depression and a loss of identity.  Because he had two open-heart surgeries in the previous ten years, he didn’t have it in him to begin a new corporate career.  He prayed for direction, asking to be shown a way.  Originally he came to LA to be a comedy writer.  Through a series of events, he now has his work on GoComics.com.  He receives mail from many who thank him for the smiles, saying his cartoons helped them through chemo and other difficult life events. The inspiring thing about my husband’s journey that motivates me is that life is full of opportunities, often unknown, and that every day is a new beginning - perhaps the opportunity to reinvent oneself, to dare to try something we always dreamed about.”

I think Vivian’s tribute to Jake is what Valentine’s Day is all about – without the mush!  Vivian’s admiration of Jake is grounded in thanks and hope and she reminds me that there is no gratitude without hope. 

To give thanks for what we can see also acknowledges that there is more to come because “every day is a new beginning.”  However, I think it’s easier to say, “I’m thankful” than it is to say, “I’m hopeful.”  That’s because real hope is always big and it requires that we have a generous attitude looking to the future.  And that takes courage.  Vivian and Jake, each and together, are courageous people.

I’m challenged by Vivian’s story because I don’t think I’m a hopeful person.  I think  “to hope” can seem like it’s leaving things up to chance and I don’t want to take a chance on chance because I’m never lucky!

And I don’t think I’m really a grateful person because I’m never satisfied.  I keep pushing myself without pausing to take stock of what I’ve accomplished and what has been given me. 

So what to do?  Live from cautious hope?  Live with meager thanks?  That simply won’t do. I think we’re asked to do what Jake and Vivian did. Vivian loved her husband by bearing witness to his pain and struggle.  And in Vivian’s unwavering gaze, Jake was able to remember what he’d forgotten – his love of humor. 

A wise woman once observed that real love is a reassuring whisper in the dark of night.  And so, somehow, in that mixture of faith and hope, fear and love, together they were able to strive to create anew their life – present and future – despite the sirens of the unknown. 

That is the truest love of Valentine’s Day!

Saturday, February 08, 2014

12 Most Enduring Life Lessons I Learned While Unplugging On A South Pacific Island




When I was seven years old I spent four months in the hospital for a heart condition. I got through the ordeal, in part, because an old, reclusive neighbor dropped off three shopping bags of National Geographic magazines. I devoured stories of exotic locales and vowed that someday I’d have my own Nat Geo experience.

In my senior year of college I was offered the opportunity to teach at Xavier High School on the Pacific island of Weno in the Truk (Chuuk) Lagoon (part of the Federated States of Micronesia). I was fortunate to have lived there when life was still unplugged and a trusty portable typewriter was my “tablet.” Today, my home office is a veritable Apple outlet, but the three years I lived in Truk was life changing.

Here are the 12 most enduring lessons I learned from that adventure and that guided my life ever since.

1. Be in the moment
Imagine being in a meeting with colleagues and no one looks down at a smartphone. The ability to focus on what is happening in the present is startling.

2. Offer only your best to others
Whenever I visited, people welcomed me by sharing freely — food, beverage and laughter. By the time I left to return to the States, TV had arrived in the islands. On my last night, I visited the home of my student Salvelo. His family had one of the first TV sets. It was sitting atop a table at the far end of the main room. Everyone was stretched out on mats watching. Salvelo’s mother gave me her mat so I’d have the best view. It was one of the most surreal moments in my life. Yet, typical of true hospitality — unhesitating giving.

3. Story begets story
Because there was no TV at the school, we entertained ourselves. At night, I’d go to the back of campus where students would light a fire, lop off some coconuts and we’d sit around telling stories. My grandmother had been a prison guard in NYC for thirty-five years, so I could match any of their shark attack yarns!

4. All people share three things in common
GiGi, a Filipina who left home for political reasons and who was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, had a personal story of love, pain and loss that was poignant and harrowing. She once told me that every person loves someone, has lost someone or something precious and is afraid of something. Wonderfully dramatic, but I’ve yet to meet the person for whom this isn’t true.

5. You can’t run away from pain
Sue volunteered to teach in the Science Department because she was fed-up with life in Los Angeles where men ignored all 375-pounds of her. What she didn’t know is that in Truk, big women are considered beautiful. Sue lasted three months, as she couldn’t handle the lavish attention. She returned to LA without having made peace with herself.

6. Carpe Diem
When the job was offered to me, I had no idea where I was going. And that’s what I loved — the adventure of it all. My comfort zone was shattered. Being uncomfortable allowed the world to never be the same for me. Seize the day — and not just a day-planner app!

7. There’s more to life than meets the eye
My first night at the school the generator was turned off at 10:00 p.m. and the campus was dropped into an inky black, unnerving silence. Norman and Taka, two of the teachers, took me up to the roof where I became dizzy from what I saw. As a boy from the Bronx, no one ever explained how the night sky is exploding with stars. And every day for the next three years I learned that there is just so much more to the world than I could ever take in.

8. The pen is mightier than the text
Marshall McLuhan famously claimed, “The message is the medium.” But it’s equally true that the medium dictates the message. Having no laptop, I could only write letters. With pen in hand, I reflect and compose differently from when I’m dashing off an email or a scrunched text. Being a multi-tech user allows me to experience a variety of thinking.

9. Grit has no expiration date
Francoise was a seventy-five-year-old “broad” who wanted an adventure. And so she replaced Sue as head of the Science Department. She was game for anything — including a role in my production of Agatha Christie’s “Ten Little Indians.” She was the first character to be bumped-off and she died with aplomb. Generosity of spirit is ageless.

10. Resourcefulness animates learning
I was assigned to teach literature, but was given no syllabus and few textbooks. Since I’d never taken an education course in college, I simply recalled all the teachers who I didn’t like and then did the opposite. I trusted my imagination, created a curriculum, made a ton of mistakes and along the way educated my students to appreciate the power of the written word. The power of their imaginations. The power that comes from thinking.

11. Manhattan is not the center of the universe
For all my enthusiasm and goodwill, I really wasn’t aware of the breadth of cross-cultural differences I’d encounter. “Be you” translates differently in a communal-based culture that puts a premium on “we” as opposed to the fast-talking, every person for him/herself world of NYC. I had to learn how to be a guest — and to see the world from a different perspective.

12. We are who we believe ourselves to be
I taught poetry to the frosh. At end of term, I put together a collection of their work and called it, “AH!” That summer, an Australian anthropologist stayed with the family of Bellarmine, one of my students. On her first night with them, Belarmine asked the anthropologist, “Would you like me to read some poems I’ve written. I’m a poet.” She was amused that he called himself a “poet.” Months later, she told me that her evening with “Bellarmine the poet” was pure magic. And so it is that we become who we say we are.

Although this journey took place years ago, the gifts of that unplugged life anchor me today in my oh-so-plugged-in world. The enduring gift of Truk is simply this: it is the quality of our daily life that matters most. With or without technology, each of us is the creator of that quality.

Friday, January 31, 2014

Quarters, Comics And Teacups – The Power Of Memory


My friend Sue is becoming certified as a life coach.  Last week, her mentor gave her an assignment in which she had to ask ten people to describe a time when she was at her best.  This was a challenging request for those of us who are her friends––there are so many times to choose from!  One memory, though, that especially moved her was offered by her youngest brother.

He shared the memory of a time when he’d lost a tooth and he woke up upset that the “tooth fairy” hadn’t left any quarters.  Sue got some quarters and sprinkled them about his room when he wasn’t looking.  She explained that the tooth fairy must have had a busy night and was running late. Although he was on to her, she made him feel loved and cared for – and that’s when she was always at her best.

Last year I officiated a memorial service for the father of my friend, Ruth.  I’d known her dad, though not as well as many who attended.  I listened intently as they told their stories about him.  For decades he’d been a well-known and respected doctor in Lancaster.  He and his wife, Ruth’s mom, had an open door policy for all the neighborhood kids.

One of those former kids, now a university science professor, shared one of his fondest memories – of how Ruth’s dad had a box full of comic books near one of the bookcases in his den. This science professor said that his love for reading started with that bin of comics.

And then just the other day, I was talking with my niece Mary who told me that she thought of me when she was at the mall.  Seems she was babysitting a neighbor’s five-year-old girl and decided to take her to the mall’s carousel.  She reminded me that when she and her sister Gracie had been that age, I’d take them to that same carousel and put them in the teacups and turn the wheel so hard that we always were the fastest spinning cup – much to the horror of her parents!  She said she gave this girl the same treat.

Three different people.  Three different occasions.  Three different memories.  Hidden quarters; a bin of comics; spinning teacups. Each memory is of such a small and seemingly insignificant experience.  And, yet, each experience had such a holding influence on each person.

Our lives are shaped by ordinary moments that are made extraordinary by people loving and mindful.  That’s the truth and mystery of life.

So, when were you at your best?   
Go ahead and ask some trusted friends or family or even colleagues and let your self be surprised. 

Friday, January 24, 2014

"Should" - Such An Annoying Word!


A client recently asked: “How do I professionally counter when someone starts with ‘you should’?  I'm not quick enough to evaluate the situation and defend myself.  I had an incident where I expressed a desire (totally insignificant) and got a ‘you should.’  In this kind of situation, I tend to cave and say ‘right,’ pretending like I’m not insulted.   I’m holding a resentment against this person because when I review the facts, I was on the right track and was frustrated because I had no control.”

This is a situation we often encounter and you’re not alone in feeling frustrated.  Here’s the thing – more times than not, you do have control.  Seldom do we find ourselves in a conversation where we have “no” control.  Thinking you have no control simply makes you a victim.

Yes, it’s annoying when someone launches into a “you should” monologue.  However, some people have almost an obsession with wanting to help by offering advice.  Some people have an obsessive need to control.  And some people think they’re helping most by controlling! 

Why did you feel insulted?  Was it their tone of voice that made you feel inept?  And if you knew this person often offers unasked for advice, why did you tell them what you desire?

How do you maintain control in a conversation?  Simple, really.  Speak up!

When the person asks, “Do you know what you should do?” Smile and playfully give one of these responses: “No – and I don’t want to know!”  OR “I don’t know what to do but I have a feeling you’re about to tell me!”  OR “Only if you tell me in five sentences!”

Make a joke out of it and cut them off before they have a chance to start preaching.

If the other person is getting carried away giving you advice, you can politely, smilingly say: ”Actually this isn’t something I plan on pursuing, so I’m not really looking for advice.”

Why cling to the resentment?  Why cave-in and fume as the other person speaks?  Why are you afraid of speaking-up?  I suspect you’re not responding to the other person because you’re telling yourself something that is making you mute.  Whatever it is you’re telling yourself, it’s a lie.

Don’t think the worse of the other person for telling you what to do.  Chances are, they’re not even aware of this annoying habit because no one has told them about it! 

So, you know what you should do 
when people tell you what you should do?!
·      Stop feeling powerless.
·      Identify the lie you’re telling yourself which is shutting you down.
·      Start smiling.
·      Take control of your half of the conversation.

You do have power!

Friday, January 17, 2014

The Hardest Thing On Earth For You

“Do the hardest thing on earth for you. Act for yourself.”   
Katherine Mansfield

Recently, at a networking event, Courtney shared with me the harrowing story of her wedding.  The nightmare began with her dream to walk down the aisle in a Size 2 dress.  She went on a diet, exercised religiously and she lost – nothing.

She then hit on a seemingly brilliant idea.  Her migraine medication had weight loss as a potential “side effect”.  So she duped her doctor into prescribing a higher dosage and soon the weight fell off.  However, in addition to losing weight, she also started to lose her mind, having panic attacks and hallucinations.  Still, though, she clung to her goal.

On her wedding day, she looked fab in her Size 2 dress but felt like s*it.  Things worsened on her honeymoon, which she had to cut short.  Less than a month after saying “I Do,” she and her confused husband were thinking of saying, “I Can’t.”

Eventually, Courtney discovered that the medication was the culprit.  24-hours after her last pill she returned to her senses only to ask – why?  Why had she gone to extremes to become someone she wasn’t?  Someone her husband hadn’t asked her to become?

Days after meeting Courtney, I met Darcy at a holiday party.  Darcy works for a hedge fund and confided that she was anxiously awaiting her bonus because only then would she know how she felt about herself.  Huh? 

She explained that she can’t see herself doing anything other than what she’s doing and if she can’t succeed at this then what’s the use?   A hefty bonus will let her feel like a success and if the bonus doesn’t meet her expectations then she’ll beat herself up wondering what she did wrong.

So here you have two people, each of whom is well educated, street smart and capable at demanding jobs.  And each, with ease, was able to hand over her self-esteem to arbitrary forces.

Courtney blithely allowed the fickle arbiters of wedding fashion to dictate how she should look and how she should feel about looking that way, while Darcy entrusted her self-worth to the whim of a boss who at best was nasty and at worst sociopathic (her admission).

Why would “smart” people do such a thing?  Why not?  So many of us, consciously and unconsciously, decide that we’ll let other people decide what labels to assign us.

As we gain momentum into 2014, have you yet given thought to what kind of person you want to be this year?  Who do you want to be as you set about your work and strategize goals?  Will you choose or will you let others choose for you?

Monday, January 13, 2014

Ask and You Shall Receive!


When my brother and I were growing-up, our mother didn’t allow us to go trick-or-treating as she thought it was a form of begging!  My mother was a proud, self-reliant woman who didn’t like asking people for anything and she instilled that credo into me.  To this day, it’s hard for me to ask even friends for a favor.

Around this time last year, my friend Sue and I went to dinner at her favorite restaurant in Balboa.  The valet, a teenager, opened Sue’s door.  She thanked him and asked, “How are you?”  He blurted out, “hungry!”  She laughed, reached into the car and found a candy bar in the glove compartment.

The valet’s eyes twinkled.  “Best tip of the day,” he shouted.

I was charmed by Sue’s kindness – and amazed that the valet told her he was hungry!  How often are you asked, “how ya doin’?” and you just toss off, “fine” and keep moving?

Since that dinner I’ve been experimenting with “asking.”  For instance, recently at a networking social I was talking with an event planner.  At one point, two women walked by and the planner’s eyes lit up.  I thought it was because he found them attractive (which he did) but he was excited because he was convinced they had appeared on the TV show “Shark Tank.” 

I nudged him to go over and ask them.  He said he couldn’t.  Clinging to my new found motto of “Ask!” I went over.  They hadn’t been on “Shark Tank” but were tickled for being mistaken.  We chatted, exchanged cards and I went back to the hapless planner with a new ice-breaker question for social events!

Throughout the year I’ve been practicing “asking” – for introductions to new clients, for higher fees from clients, for opportunities to speak at organizations.  I’ve experimented with asking good people for simple favors.  And each time I’ve psychologically closed my eyes, held my breath and waited for – the worse to happen.  And it never has!

At least 90% of the time people were happy to help me.  They were happy to know of my services and of how I could help them.  And that’s part of the “secret” to healthy relationships. 

Mutual helping.

When I think on Sue’s encounter with the valet, I realize she asked a throw-away question in a way that the valet felt comfortable answering her.  Or maybe it’s that he was a teen and so was far less inhibited than the rest of us grown-ups?

No matter what, he told her and she answered his need.  And that’s really the simple reality––unless we tell people what we need, we don’t have much of a chance of getting our needs met.

Ask!  Tell!

Wednesday, January 08, 2014

10 Ways To Becoming More Sane In 2014!


I’ve collected some of my favorite writings from 2013 – and I think if you pick just one article and practice what I suggest for at least a month, you’ll begin to see that life is getting saner for you!

I know – that’s a BIG claim.  BUT. . .drop me an note at jp@jpr-communications.com and I’ll send you a copy of “Ten Ways To Becoming More Sane in 2014.”  Take the challenge - see the difference.

Enjoy!
~JP

Monday, January 06, 2014

Are You A Manager? Then Read This Article!



If you’re a manager looking to set goals and make resolutions for 2014, then I urge you to read this article written by Adam Bryant of The New York Times.  This is a piece that I’ll be coming back to in upcoming workshops and seminars.
Enjoy!


“We aspire to be the largest small company in our space.”

When Dominic Orr, the chief executive of Aruba Networks, said those words, he crystallized a goal I had heard many leaders express during the hundreds of interviews I’ve conducted for the Corner Office column: they want to foster a quick and nimble culture, with the enviable qualities of many start-ups, even as their companies grow.

All leaders and managers face this challenge, regardless of the size of their companies. Even the founders of Google have worried about losing the magic that helped propel their search engine’s phenomenal growth. When Larry Page announced that he was taking over the chief-executive role from Eric Schmidt a few years ago, he explained to reporters that the company needed to move faster and recapture the agility of its early days, before it grew into a colossus.

“One of the primary goals I have,” Mr. Page said at the time, “is to get Google to be a big company that has the nimbleness and soul and passion and speed of a start-up.”

Discussions of corporate culture can easily fall into platitudes and generalities, so I set out to answer a more specific question: What are the main drivers of corporate culture — the things that, if done well, have an outsize positive impact, and if done poorly or not at all, have an outsize negative impact?

Sunday, December 29, 2013

5 Questions To Kick Off 2014


My godson Finn’s new fav word is “startled” and I have to admit that I’m feeling startled that 2013 has reached its end!

Newscasters, bloggers and anyone with an opinion all are offering their various “Top 10” lists, while motivational gurus are prepping us on how to plan for 2014.  And, yes, I’m feeling the pressure to join in.

I spent weeks toying with my own “Top 10 Ways To Make 2014 The Best Year Ever!” but eventually I realized I had my focus out of whack.  I couldn’t suggest ways to plan for 2014 until I’d made sense of my own 2013.

Before you plan for the future, you have to make sense of the past.  There’s no point in making New Year’s resolutions until you acknowledge the good of the previous year.

Albert Einstein believed that “there are only two ways to live life.  One is as though nothing is a miracle.  The other is as though everything is.”  To help me reflect on the “miracles” (yes, that is a loaded word) in my 2013 life, I asked myself five questions:
1.     What did I learn in 2013? 
2.     Who inspired me? 
3.     What gave me pleasure? 
4.     What or who surprised me? 
5.     What am I grateful for?

I stared at these questions for a long, long time.  I think I felt stumped because during the year I hadn’t stopped enough times to take stock of where I was or where I was going.  It was all rushrushrush. 

Eventually, I was able to answer wholeheartedly each of those five questions.  In the coming weeks I’ll explain my answers.  For now, though, here’s the outline of my answers and I hope it coaxes you into finding your own answers. 

In 2013 I learned to ask for what I want.  I was inspired by a groom who was willing to hit rock bottom before allowing himself to find true love.  I realized with a newfound sense that I enjoy giving keynote talks, not because I like to hear myself speak, but rather, because of the great conversations that take place afterwards with interesting people.  I was surprised by how I made a new friend who has opened unusual doors for me.  And lastly, I’m most especially grateful to a client whose generosity taught me how to respect myself more than I’ve been doing.

Taken together those five “miracles” reminded me that nothing is more important than the day at hand.  If I can remember the insights gained, I think I’ll be able to live 2014 more mindfully and more generously.

What about you – what are your answers to those five questions?  May your answers give you a happy and fulfilling 2014!

Friday, December 20, 2013

The Feast Of Surprise



A down-and-out character in Tennessee Williams’ play “Small Craft Warnings” asks this question: “What is the one thing you must not lose sight of in this world before leaving it?  Surprise.  The capacity for surprise.”

Christmas is one of the great stories of “surprise.”  A virgin birth, an angelic choir to greet a long-anticipated savior in the stinkiest of settings, are the surprise highlights in a story that ripples with the unexpected.

No matter one’s beliefs, I think it does us good to reflect on our own individual capacity for being surprised – by life and perhaps, most especially, by our own self.  Can you still surprise yourself?

The mad rush to year’s end, beginning at Thanksgiving, accelerates the freneticism of our daily routines.  We want some holiday cheer, some Christmas “spirit,” whatever that spirit actually means and feels and looks like.  But because we’ve been planning, organizing, shopping and juggling we just end up losing sight of the “why” of it all.

For some that “why” has a religious answer and for others it has some other, ill-defined answer.  But no matter – we’re still left with the reality that “surprise” is embedded within the DNA of this holiday.  Even the most famous secular Christmas story, “A Christmas Carol,” is the tale of a nasty old man who is given the surprise of his life – past, present and future!

The great gift of this celebration is the gift of being open to surprise.  And why is this gift so extraordinarily crucial?  Because life without surprise is not life.  It’s just monotonous, deadening, robotic routine.

To keep Christmas in one’s heart all year round is to promise to be a bearer of surprise in all things great and small.  It’s mindfully being willing to do the unexpected, the unanticipated and the unlooked for.  To surprise people with small courtesies as simple as opening a door or sending a thank-you.  To surprise the seemingly idiotic with patience.  To surprise the beggar with a dollar.  To surprise a friend with a lunch date.

And it means being willing to surprise your own self – to be kind to your own self – to not punish yourself with food that makes you sluggish, with delayed projects that derail your credibility or with dreams deferred that cause you to walk away from yourself.

To surprise your self by doing what you’ve put off doing because of fear.

This is a time for surprise and light and birth in ways unfamiliar and unnerving.  This is a time to once again resolve to live with courage.

Life, in all its messy glory, is what animates the deepest yearnings of December 25th in both its religious and secular manifestations.

Merry Surprise!

Saturday, December 14, 2013

How Shag Carpeting Made Me The Man I Am


The Russian novelist Tolstoy believed that the greatest gift we could give a person is a happy memory from childhood. 

I’m fortunate to have numerous happy memories from childhood and the ones I most cherish are linked with my grandmother, “Nanny Prize”.  From this vantage point in time I now realize what an unusual woman she was – which is a nice way to say she was something of an oddball!

For thirty-five years she was a prison guard on Riker’s Island, the largest prison in NYC.  She retired her billy club at the age of seventy-two.  To look at her, you’d have thought she sold cosmetics at Macy’s.  She had been widowed in her early thirties and raised my father by herself.  She had no friends.  Her job was her life, but my brother, Peter, and I gave her life.

Throughout grammar school, Peter and I spent almost every weekend at her Bronx apartment – a place we dubbed “Freedom Land”.   Unlike our mother, Prize let us have the run of her place, letting us do as we pleased.  And so Peter and I turned each room into a magical setting.  Before there was Hogwarts, there was my grandmother’s apartment!

The great gift Prize gave us – above all else – was the gift of setting our imaginations wild and grounding it all in ritual.  In her home, there were no rules, no “shoulds,” just a sense of play – creative, imaginative and anchoring.

How did she do this?  Well, she had the entire apartment wall-to-wall carpeted in green shag so as to give the appearance of grass.  She wanted us to imagine that we were on a farm or in the woods.

She saved the boxes her end tables came in and we propped them in the living room, creating a tree house.  In an adjoining room, that probably should have been the dining room, she had a day-bed that was used as our pirate ship and a legless ironing board was the gangplank that poor Peter had to walk.

Every weekend, without fail, we ate pizza on Friday, steak on Saturday and fried chicken on Sunday.  We played checkers and Pokeno and watched the same TV shows weekend after weekend.

We loved our days at “Freedom Land”.  With Prize as Oz, we created a safe world that nourished our imaginations and gave us order and meaning.  That was ritual – not routine.

I now realize that the gift of those happy memories influenced everything I’ve done as a teacher and coach, uncle and godfather.

Here’s the thing: holidays can either sap our energy or renew us.  It really all depends on our rituals.  What do you do each year that creates happy memories? 

Saturday, December 07, 2013

Old Habits Really Do Die Hard



In prepping for December musings, I reread last Thanksgiving’s posting and was shocked because this year I did exactly what I encouraged you NOT to do last year!  Here’s an excerpt from that column:

“what should you do with the relatives that drive you batty?  Change.  Change the way you deal with them because, if you don’t change, and they’re not going to change, then nothing is going to change and the 2012 holidays will again end up being from hell!

Here’s what to do.  First think about who’s on your ‘naughty’ list.  How do they press your buttons?  Why do they have the ability to press those buttons?  Once you’re aware of what they’re doing, then you can decide if you’re going to allow them to upset you.” 

Although I stick by what I wrote, it’s harder to do than my cheery tone might imply!  This year I went to John and Mary’s for dessert (names changed).  John’s parents were at the table when I arrived.  I’ve known them for many years and while they’re more socially and theologically conservative than I am, we’ve had a mutual affection. 

As soon as I sat down, John’s mom made a statement that centered on the two things you shouldn’t bring up at a holiday meal – religion and politics.  What she said was factually incorrect and I instantaneously became irritated.  My answer was snappish, though I pulled back (I think) in time before turning into a rude guest.  John’s mom had a sarcastic comeback and I upped it!  We both knew what had happened and we backed off.

I’m embarrassed that I snapped.  I teach, write and speak about dealing with difficult people and in the heat of that moment, none of it meant anything.  I’m humbly reminded that, truly, old habits die hard.

Why did I care what this woman blathered on about?   Well, she was wrong and I was “right” and here’s what went through my brain at lightning speed: “I think you’re being stupid and therefore I’m going to fix you – at the dinner table – and I better do it quickly because I only see you once a year.”  With that kind of thinking, who’s the “stupid” one?!

Truth be told, what I’m really annoyed about is that I’m not perfect and I wasn’t the person I wanted to be.  I don’t want to be the smug guy who’s snappish with little old ladies who love Limbaugh! 

Here’s the thing - if you know you’re going to be spending time over the holidays with people who can push your buttons, be mindful of who you want to be and how you want to behave.

We always have a choice.