Did you do the right thing?
July 21, 2014
The blogger Penelope Trunk says she was doing all the right things in her twenties, but didn’t have the confidence to realize it.
Cheryl Strayed’s Wild -- which I’m enjoying again in advance of the movie later this year -- makes me think, “Maybe.” Maybe getting a degree in civil engineering was my eleven-hundred mile hike through the wilderness. I chose a path that was difficult and I didn’t quit just because it was difficult.
Life is difficult. College, as it turns out, did prepare me for that so-called real world. My engineering classes gave me a systematic way to approach problems: “What are you given? What do you need to find? What’s the solution?”
Some thoughts on each, the rest of this week.
Care to cut yourself some slack?
July 17, 2014
I’m trying to get in the habit of pausing at least a second or two before I speak. I’m looking for more opportunities not to say anything at all. And in the process I’m paying more attention to that little voice inside my head -- the one that never seems to let up about all the ways I come up short.
I’m more likely to challenge that voice now.
There’s a pile of papers, for example, I haven’t dealt with for weeks. For weeks I’ve been asking myself what the problem is. Why can’t I get caught up on paperwork?
Because we’re spending hours a day with Katie, that’s why. The work -- the busywork, that is -- will keep. The summer’s whooshing by, and now I think of unfinished paperwork as just more evidence I’m doing the right thing. I’m paying attention to our little sweetheart -- right here, right now.
Is there a habit you can easily break?
July 16, 2014
I have a habit of apologizing for things that (1) aren’t my fault, and (2) aren’t anyone’s fault.
Katie was determined to help me break that habit this summer, and we came up with a plan. I’d give her a dollar for every gratuitous apology.
It’s been more than two weeks, and I haven’t had to pay her yet.
Which is stunning, really. I’m as prone to preemptive apologies, I’m sorry to say (oops!), as I am to going after my nails while I’m waiting for a page to load.
Katie and I agreed, going into this experiment, that to break the habit I’d have to pause a second or two before saying anything at all.
We looked at each other.
That’s a dandy practice, we agreed, to cultivate instead. Not only that, but there’s been an unexpected bonus -- and I’ll tell you about it tomorrow.
What are your nonnegotiables?
July 15, 2014
When a friend took a tour of our house during the worst of the renovation, she was struck by how pristine it was. There wasn’t so much as a toothbrush out of place.
I don’t know about you, but I find it difficult to concentrate when there are dirty dishes in the sink -- or in our case, the bathtub -- or piles of laundry to fold and put away. My surroundings are as important to me as enough sleep and good food and plenty of exercise.
It reminds me of a baby T-shirt I gave a sister after her latest was born, with “it ain’t gonna change itself” emblazoned on the front. The dishes won’t wash themselves, the laundry isn’t going to fold itself, and since I’ll have to attend to those sometime why have the drag on my spirit by putting them off?
Do it now, and you’re done with it -- for now. Put it off until later and it’ll dog you until then -- wrapping whatever you do in the meantime in a vague, uneasy feeling.
Do you underestimate the value of a second opinion?
July 14, 2014
The first guy I dated broke up with me by telling me he wasn’t sure he’d found the prettiest girl at our high school. Looking back, I’m surprised I was even in the running. My braces had just come off, granted -- but there were six hundred kids in our grade alone. To have it register as a question was a compliment, actually.
If you can ignore the whole “what kind of person would say that kind of thing” thing.
Ignore it? I couldn’t even see it.
Isn’t that sad?
I’d had a crush on this guy for three years. He was scary smart, but he was also a football star -- and gorgeous. I floated through the summer we dated. I crashed back to earth when we broke up a few months later. I defined myself by what he’d said for years.
You can write this off as just another boring breakup story, or you can find the nugget of interesting that I have. Why, when I had so many good friends, didn’t I confide in even one of them? They would’ve flooded me, I’m sure, with the reassurance I craved -- that I was pretty enough for anyone worth having. But for the same reason I accepted one person’s assessment without questioning that, it didn’t occur to me to get a second opinion.
Now I know better.
Filed under: opportunity wasted.
Have you ever stood your ground?
July 10, 2014
I’m running on the sidewalk by the beach. A man is walking toward me, right down the middle of the sidewalk. He’s apparently a tourist -- judging only by the camera he’s wearing around his neck. He’s making eye contact with me, so I’m sure he sees me. I’m also sure he’ll move just a bit to his right, the way everyone I’ve ever passed on this stretch has done.
In more than twenty years of running near the beach, I’ve never had someone not keep to his side when he sees me. I’ve surprised plenty of people, sure -- whose eyes were on their phones or their companions or the scenery. But I’ve never had someone hog the sidewalk on purpose.
The man’s getting closer. He’s still looking right at me, but he’s also still ambling down the middle of the narrow sidewalk as if it’s his. I’m running fast at the moment, and I have time to consider three choices. Veer off the sidewalk into the sand where some little kids are playing. Cross over in front of him, up onto the grass, where some grownups are playing. Or keep running as I continue to hug the right side of the sidewalk.
I’m running too fast to consider a couple of other choices. Stop, or slow way down and break my stride.
Nope. I’m doing my part. It’s his turn.
But he doesn’t budge!
And for the first time in my life, I just keep going. For the first time in my life, I feel zero need to apologize for taking up space in the world. I have just as much right to be on the sidewalk as he does, and I’m taking it.
We bump into each other, hard, as I pass. I don’t stop. I don’t look back. I don’t apologize. I just keep going.
It wasn’t much of a bump in terms of worrying I’d hurt the guy. To the contrary. But I’m also pretty sure it’s the kind of thing that would’ve started a bar fight.
So this was an experiment. It’s probably too soon to decide what I learned from it, if anything. I don’t feel good about it, necessarily. But I don’t feel bad, either.
Care to weigh in?
Do you make honest mistakes?
July 9, 2014
I remember it as if it happened yesterday. The first day of kindergarten, and my teacher wants to know if I’d be able to read my name if she wrote it on a box of crayons.
I nodded. I didn’t mean to mislead her. I was optimistic, as optimistic as you can be on your first day of school when everything from riding the bus to finding the bathroom feels terrifying. But I knew how to read my own name, for crying out loud.
A while later the teacher told us to retrieve our crayons. I looked up at the shelf where the boxes were lined up, and panic set in. I saw a sea of letters that may as well have been written in Chinese, that’s how foreign they looked.
Did I play it cool? Did I stand off to the side and wait for everyone else to retrieve his box and grab the one that was left?
Are you kidding? The thought didn’t occur to me. I was five years old. “This is an emergency!” I decided.
I really believed that. My first test on my first day of school, and I’d failed. It didn’t bode well for the rest of my life.
Except really, it did. I was careful about what I promised from that point forward. Not too careful -- or so I’d like to think -- just careful enough.
And that’s a good thing.
How do you decide on a college?
July 8, 2014
When I was in high school I decided to go to the University of Colorado. Why? I thought it would be dreamy to attend a college nestled in the mountains. The most time I spent on that campus, as it turns out, was a few years later when I went to a football game in Boulder. I was a student at the University of Nebraska in Lincoln by then, and our Cornhuskers were playing the Buffaloes in a stadium that was indeed dreamy.
Silly as it sounds, the scenario plays out all the time -- at least according to Bonnie Snyder from Kerrigan College Planning. Bonnie says aspiring students choose a college by finding a campus that looks nice, wander around for a couple of years taking introductory or general education classes, and then -- when told to choose a major -- ask, “Well, what do you have?” They choose something off a list as if it was a cafeteria menu, and a couple of years later they wander into the campus career center wondering what they can do with their degree.
“It’s exactly the reverse of what they should be doing,” Bonnie says. “First they should decide on a career, then decide what major will best prepare them for that career, then choose a college that excels in that major.”
And sure, it’s a lot to expect of a seventeen-year-old to know what he wants to do for the rest of his life. Except he’s not doing that, is he? He’s making his best guess, and building a plan around it. He can change his mind. Deciding on a course of action and adjusting as he goes is an important life skill.
If a prospective student truly has no idea what career would interest him, Bonnie suggests he choose an affordable college where he can explore his interests. “The more vague the plan,” she says, “the more affordable the degree program should be.”
It might sting to watch some of your high school classmates go off to Harvard or Stanford or the University of California in Berkeley. But by resisting the temptation to go into a lot of debt over what’s -- at best -- an uncertain financial future, Bonnie says you’re developing another life skill. You’re making decisions the person you’ll become can be proud of and can live with more easily.
“Learning is its own reward,” Bonnie says. “It’s something you do, not something you buy.”