Bit Post: Hooray for Our Inner Cheerleaders

Seoul, South Korea

Hey, hey, it’s okay,

We all fuck up anyway!

Hey, ho, let’s go now,

We learn and move on anyhow

Hey now, let’s take heart,

Each of us can do our part

To give each other a new start

Ok so, here we go,

On this journey, ebb and flow

Boo, hiss, our Critic yells, 

Anxiety and blame it sells

Hello no, Cheerleader beams,

We’ got strengths galore in reams

Integration’d be ideal, it seems?

Both perspectives offer truth

Bitter swill and sweet vermouth 

But Critic’s voice too often wins

Harshly calling out our sins 

So let’s give joyful Cheers the mic

To let our spirits get a hike

And give self-efficacy a spike

Humility and confidence 

Both are virtues, both make sense

Our critical and cheerful sides

We need them both to ride the tides

To stay aware and make our strides

In our chaos world of me before all

Critics and Cheers both heed the call

To live our values and when we fall

Stand up again with integrity tall

So no need to silence the Critic, friends 

It plays a role in our best ends

Just make sure to bring Cheers along

Like a playful partner in attitude ping pong

To keep perspective clear and strong

Inspired by Manifesting Success by Elisha Ainsley, narrated by Steve West

Meditation on the Sleepiest app

Family Time

Seoul, South Korea

Hello from Seoul, South Korea, friends!

Here with the family on a speaking (Hubs) and school project (Daughter) vacation; could not be more grateful. That we can take this trip all together, I could hand off patient care for a week with complete confidence, and we can spend these days in one another’s company relaxed and connecting for the first time abroad in two years—wow, what a privilege and a joy.

We have reconnected in quality time with one another and also with old friends from the kids’ grade school years. That was so special.

Last month I referenced the four thousand weeks of the average human lifespan. It’s the equivalent of 100 pregnancies. I just realized why that reframe hits such a soft spot right now. Pregnancy feels like forever, then it’s all but forgotten in the maelstrom of newborn care and raising children to adulthood. There is some math about the percentage of kids’ time spent in the home of their family of origin and how the vast majority of it has passed by the time they leave for college. It’s a duh-HA kind of calculation, one that makes perfect sense cognitively and also doesn’t hit a parent until the kid/s is/are actually flown and we realize how seldom we will actually see them hereafter.

It’s a natural order of things. Children grow up and separate from parents. And of course they can always come home, anytime for any reason. I have stuff to do that has waited for this season, yet part of me feels guilty for looking so giddily forward to it. I suppose it may just be the nature of parenting, this self- versus other- first ambivalence? Regardless, the relationship is unique and mundane, ordinary and sacred. What a privilege and challenge, an incredible journey.

With our second and last college launch only a few months away, revelations and insights about family, parenting, and relationships in general hit heavy and strong. I find myself slowing down, allowing the feels with more reverence than last time. I will cross this bridge in no rush. I will savor it more this time, pay more thoughtful attention.

This family trip feels different and special. How lovely. Signing off now from ‘the future,’ as my Aussie friend calls it. Ha. That feels appropriate for this unintentional precipice post. 😊

The Power We All Have

Thinking about power: Our power to impact others and vice versa. What if we were all more aware, even by a little, of the impact (or potential impact) we have on any/all people we meet, even in the smallest, most transient encounters? What if we were all just a little more reverent to that profound (I think it’s profound) power and potential–how would we be and do differently?

Power To, as Brené Brown says. To make someone’s day a little better or a little worse. To hold people up or cut them down. To lead by example, to foster connection, to make a difference.

Sometimes Power To becomes Power Over, when our attitudes, behaviors, words, and actions hold influence over others and cause harm, even without our intention or knowledge. This reality holds particular importance today, on Mother’s Day. As many of us celebrate moms and their awesomeness, some are reminded of less than stellar maternal-child experiences. Parents hold so much power, and too often we wield it mindlessly.

Our families of origin shape us in ways that can last our whole lives. We also have agency to walk our own paths, however challenging it may be to loosen those family ties. It often takes a fair bit of inner work, to say the least, and I’m convinced we can almost never do it alone. From childhood on, it’s our best relationships with other humans, family or not, that save us. Those who love and support us, who tell us the truth and require the same from us, who hold us accountable to our own values and integrity, and who stay by our sides despite our faults and errors, save us.

“Tell me about your emotional support network,” I ask patients every year. I’m always a little sad when someone doesn’t quite understand the question. I celebrate when someone tells me how it’s stronger now than before.

I don’t expect that we spill our deepest secrets to strangers, or that we share personal things with everyone in our circles. I just wish for us all to walk around with a little more humility, curiosity, generosity, and kindness by default. What assumptions do we make about our fellow humans on the street? We show up differently when we assume everyone is out to con or harm us, from when we think we are all here doing our best, taking care of ourselves and our families. What if we meet people remembering that we all benefit from a little more empathy and understanding, and setting a goal to provide that for one another, even in the smallest ways?

How much can and do you impact those around you?
I bet it’s more than you realize.