Breaking Point

โ€œDr. Cheng, I feel dizzy.โ€

We’ll call him Joe. I miss Joe. I met him in his early 60s, a pleasant, dapper, rotund man with a jovial demeanor and well-groomed mustache. He was always on time to his appointments and came with crisp reports on his subjective state of health. Whenever I saw Joe on my clinic schedule, I knew at least that part of my day would be good.

Joe lived a conscientious lifestyle. He paid attention to food and movement, and cultivated relationships that held him up in life. When I think of Joe, I remember feeling unworried about his habits and longevity. So it bugged me that his blood pressure was never well controlled. On maximum doses of four medications, it was consistently 140/90 (ideal is 120/80 or less), and it just would not come down. Luckily for me, his previous doctor had done all of the appropriate work up, including sleep study, kidney imaging, stress testing, etc. Eventually they decided together that this was as good as it would get, and Joe would just focus on doing the healthiest things he could every day and get on with life. I concurred.

So when I got the call months later that he was dizzy, my heart sank. We agreed he would come in that day and we’d figure out next steps. I was prepared to call the emergency department and my cardiology friends to let them know I was sending him over for a cardiac event. But on arrival he didn’t look ill or unwell, just moved a little more slowly. His mood was great, though, maybe even better than usual. I asked him why, what had changed? “I retired!”

His blood pressure was 90/60. He was still taking all four of his blood pressure medications, like the diligent patient that he was.

Back then, in a typical primary care practice seeing a patient every 15 minutes, I did not consistently ask deep questions about people’s work stress and meaning, like I do now. Turns out, Joe had a lot of mental stress at work. He managed it well, though–never lashed out at people, never let it affect his performance. Colleagues threw him a big party and he retired feeling satisfied, looking forward to his next life chapter. And it wasn’t until later that he realized how much his work had cost him in health. Over the next several days, we learned that he only needed a low dose of one medication to keep his blood pressure in the 110/70s. The dizziness went away. I think he was getting ready to go on a cruise. I left the practice soon thereafter, and I don’t know about Joe now. I hope he’s still happy and well.

I remember this story so clearly because until recently, it stood out as unique–that my patient could correlate such a dramatic improvement in a crucial vital sign and a leading risk factor for heart disease to retiring from a stressful job.

Not so unique anymore, though. This year, no fewer than four of my patients have experienced the same thing, but in the opposite direction. Having never had high blood pressure before, they all called me with new symptoms: headache, fatigue, full body tension, and just feeling off. Before calling, they thought to monitor their blood pressure, and all of them reported consistent home readings well above 150/90. And they all knew exactly when it started, all correlated with severe work stress escalation. Adjuvant factors included increased travel, longer work hours on global calls, less time for exercise, and continued business eating. It’s all a downward spiral, for sure, and I submit that the underlying cause, the change that makes four people present suddenly in these six months, is our post-pandemic work environment. While I welcome the increased flexibility and autonomy of a hybrid office model, I’m not sure the net effect is good for us long term. Work-life boundaries have perforated, if they even still exist at all. Given the volume of articles in business periodicals progressing from ‘quiet quitting’ to overt labor force decimation, it’s quite clear to me that we have not invented a kinder, more effective work culture. More and more I hear and feel an ‘us versus them’ gulf growing between workers and leaders–yet another relationship domain affected by polarization. It’s as if the short term, profit driven, make money at any cost prepandemic ethos, suppressed and reassessed (I thought?) during three years of acute obligatory disruption, became an abscess that has now ruptured and resurged–exploding like ‘pus under pressure,’ as we say. Organizations scramble to restore anteCOVID earning and productivity status, still measuring success and achievement with the same metrics as before nature showed us how vulnerable we and all of our systems are. We have learned nothing.

All of these patients are now taking at least one blood pressure medication, pulling hard on their stress management skills, and maybe reassessing whether staying in their current roles is worth the cost to their health and relationships. We connect regularly and I always ask, how much longer can you keep this up? How will you know when enough is enough? What will you do then? I don’t recommend that people quit their jobs–that is not my place. But I ask the important questions, lovingly and bluntly.

What does it cost us indeed, as a society, to be killing our workers this way? When will we recognize that sacrificing people in the short term actually wrecks collective success in the long term? When will our culture value people over profit? I hold leaders accountable for their relational output at work, and I also recognize that they–as we all–are simultaneously agents and victims of our complex adaptive systems. Culture does not change easily.

If I have any hand in it, however, more of us will move closer to challenging and changing the most toxic aspects of business culture, one organization, one team, one person, one interaction at a time.

Trust and Adjust

Friends, I am a master procrastinator! What about you?

Since at least high school, my writing is almost always done at the last minute. Term papers, college and med school application essays, blog posts, it’s all the same. There’s usually a sense of thrill and anticipation, a fun challenge, as well as some self-judgment for having to ‘cram.’ And while the product was usually pretty good, I often wondered how much better it could be if I gave myself more time to edit and revise. So for NaBloPoMo 2022 I completed posts 2-3 days in advance, scheduling them to ‘drop’. I edited most pieces in the interim, but not significantly–mostly choosing a different word or tightening a sentence here or there. That was validating.

This works fine when the deadlines are soft–meaning I’m accountable only to myself, and only for fun. And I have never had to ask for an extension in class or missed an important application deadline, so I’m probably still fine, right? I recently attended a writing workshop where I thought I had to present an entire book proposal for critique, and I managed to sit Butt In Chair in enough time to complete a first draft without pulling any all-nighters (Iโ€™ve only ever stayed up all night to finish a Percy Jackson book in adulthood). Writing Buddy was impressed, commenting, “When you get your bottom in the seat, you get sh*t done!” It did help that I was in the mountains, with maybe 10% of the usual distractions.

But if a miracle happens and I actually get a chance to publish a whole book, that will be next level–how do I know my baseline method will be good enough? Will these 8 years of blogging have been good practice? For the most part I have kept up with weekly posts, plus the 30 day challenge every November. I worry that I will either run out of ideas, or I’ll fail to write them coherently enough. But I worry most that I will not have the discipline to finish what I say I want to start. What evidence have I for this fear?

Most of my childhood friends started piano lessons early in life. I hesitated–all that practice… MaBa warned me what kind of investment it would be for them, and after considering for two years I finally committed. At that time there were two music stores at Southglenn mall, and we went back and forth between them one weekend, listening to the Yamaha upright at one and the Kawai upright at the other. It was clear to me from the start that the Kawai was the superior instrument; I advocated patiently and firmly, and won my case. I played with enthusiasm well into high school–not expertly, but enough to really grow some musical neural networks that enrich my life. It’s a form of stress relief, then and now. Today I own a Kawai baby grand, and Son and Daughter both play with similar satisfaction.

Over my life I have committed to and sustained practice in classical Chinese dance and painting, public speaking, volleyball, medical training, practice, and leadership, washi tape art, physical fitness, and now sourdough baking. And blogging… with the idea of writing a book… eventually. When I started HTC in 2015 I never imagined it would last 8+ years. I thought I had a book in me then, but apparently not yet. “You don’t do anything half-ass,” Friend observed to me recently. Well, not anything I care about, anyway. And here I still am, 532 blog posts later and no book. Procrastinate much? I’m much closer now than ever, though, like litera(ri)lly on the threshold. It’s just taken this long, for all the reasons, and it’s okay. I’m having fun, practicing, processing, progressing, connecting, …winding up.

Friend texted me this week to inquire about and encourage my book writing; it was so loving and I felt buoyed. My reply:

Thank you so much my dear friend!! ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ’—๐ŸŒŸ
Writing itself is going well!! ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿป๐ŸŽ‰๐Ÿฅณ โ€ฆthough none of it is actually proposal work, per se ๐Ÿคช I did go really BOOBS OUT on the blog over the weekendโ€”gearing up to pour into the bookโ€”kinda like rubbing stocking feet on carpet in order to shock the next thing I touch! ๐Ÿ˜„ So Iโ€™m feeling overall good, trying to balance the organic unfolding with the intentional effort, you know?
THANK YOU THANK YOU so much for your encouragement, it means the world to me!! ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ’—๐ŸŒŸ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿผ

Allow the unfolding with joyous intent. Trust my reliable nature. Adjust my method(s) as needed. Commit to having fun. All in, all me. BOOBS OUT. And deep bows to my amazing Tribe. I get to choose whatever meaning I want out of any and all of it. How awesome!

I’ got this.

Feel Everything: The Hedonic Stoic

Okay friends, time to get loose with some words!

The title of this post may not make any sense to you, and it makes all the sense in the world to me! It manifests my deep desire and commitment to embrace and exude healthy paradox, emerging in the form of fun, which I absolutely love. Suspend disbelief and take a dive with me, ya? Maybe you’ll have some fun too:

Stoic: “a person who can endure pain or hardship without showing their feelings or complaining.” — Oxford Languages

Hedonist: “a person who believes that the pursuit of pleasure is the most important thing in life; a ‘pleasure-seeker'” –also Oxford

I got a lot of ‘stoic’ messages growing up, some healthy and some not so much. I fell onto a sprinkler head while playing in the water one young summer, gouging a dime-sized chunk of flesh out of my knee, the kind of wound that would only heal by filling in scar tissue from the edges over a couple of weeks. As my nurse mom applied medicine, her demeanor was calm and clinical, and she told me to be still, be brave–ๅ‹‡ๆ•ข (yong gan). Looking back, there was no shaming or denial of my pain, just reassurance that everything would be okay, and I had it in me to endure. It was validating and encouraging. Years later, as I cried audibly in the theater during the most tragic movie I had seen to date, a male relative pinched my thigh–hard–to get me to stop. I understood that message clearly, and it was neither validating nor encouraging.

Feel it maybe, control it always, show it never. How many of us could identify this, or something similar, as an unspoken mantra in our families of origin? Or in our collective culture today? When someone is sad, or even happy, how (un)comfortable are we with their tears? Or our own? What are the acceptable expressions of emotion? Smiling, laughing, hugging, drinking, yelling, honking, gesturing, throwing, slamming, dismissing, deflecting, turning away–including with/at/from ourselves? What does this cost us in psychic energy, physical health, and most importantly, human(e) connection with self and others? And how is it both useful and harmful?

Contrary to what some may think, stoicism is not about repressing, denying, or expelling emotions. It’s more about a commited self-awareness and self-regulation practice, so as to not let intense emotions hijack us into poor decisions and ruined relationships. It’s about balancing feelings with reason, clearing the path for (inter)acting according to our highest goals and core values. It makes sense, then, that a dedicated practitioner may end up with what we colloquially call the ‘stoic’ demeanor–straight posture, neutral expression, generally undemonstrative carriage. And, not necessarily. I think it’s possible–preferable, actually–for a true stoic to live an expressive life; just not excessively or gratuitously so. And even if not outwardly obvious, an ardent stoic can (and does, in my opinion) still experience, even revel in their deep, powerful, and moving emotions, while still keeping a leash on it all. For many, this may be easier said than done; that is why the sister practice of mindfulness comes in so handy, particularly skills that help us manage difficult emotions. Stoicism, then, is a practice of inner peace.

Life is so full of sensations–movement, sound, temperature, texture, taste (omg all the flavors!!), light, color, mass, frangance–I feel giddy just seeking the words! And all of this in addition to the infinite complexities of emotion, relationship, and community, holy cow! We are here for such a short time, how sad would it be to live an entire life without full and vibrant awareness, attention, and appreciation for all there is to possibly sense and experience? This is why I love the idea of ‘healthy hedonism’–an all-in, sensually fulfilling relationship with pleasure, yes, but really I think it’s about joy–the quintessential manifestation of joie de vivre. Hedonism is not the same as debauchery. I think of it as liberated and exuberant engagement with all that our sensory world has to offer, within healthy boundaries–actually similar to stoicism in its grounded mindfulness of and devotion to a Why–living a full and fulfilling, attuned and connected, self-actualized and purposeful life.

Feel it all, manage it well, effuse it appropriately: A new personal mantra in progress, maybe. Allow the feelings, apply good reason, express for connection. Practice withstanding severe discomfort. Equip myself to plumb my emotional depths with confidence. Be with it, surrender–to pain, joy, love, loss, uncertainty, confusion, awe, outrage, fantasy, all of it–and then self-regulate: Do the work, learn the lessons, and apply in relationship, the ultimate human expression. As I write this, it’s so clear that besides mindfulness, self-compassion is another key skill for a hedonic stoic to practice.

To face all feelings without fearing them, to embrace a full spectrum of sensation and aliveness, and to emanate unfettered joy, all while solidly grounded in an ethos of love and contribution: This is the essential spirt of the hedonic stoic.

Sign me up.