White Male Allies: Please Do This

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It was International Women’s Day this past week. I have seen only a handful of men acknowledge and amplify. I’ve had this post drafted for a while now; time to get it out!

My friend’s husband understands: “Here let me exercise my white male privilege.” He steps up, takes the handlebar facing the toddler in the seat, and the supermarket shopping cart sea parts for him, when it did not for her.

He knows he can live a life free from conflict much more easily than she can. He can be ignorant more easily. He bears fewer social costs for any dissenting behaviors.

Certain people just have more power. “You should exercise.” Advice from the doctor carries more weight and influence than from the spouse. Teen peer more than parent. And fellow Cis-Het-Christian-White Male (CHCWM) more than anyone else. So men: how are you helping?

It’s more effective if you come alongside rather than come at. Berating, lecturing, or shaming fellow men to take a hard left from their stereotypes, implicit biases, and internalized misogyny hardly ever works. Rather, use your influence more quietly. Lead by example with your words and actions to the slow off-ramp of self-awareness, self-regulation and movement toward gender equality. Be gentle. Plant the seeds. Water, water, light, fertilize, water, light, water.. and eventually we can repot.

Scale your influence by connecting with other exemplary leaders. Culture change occurs mostly from the top down, and CHCWMs are the CEOs of American culture.

If you’re already there, ready to exercise your influence on behalf of women, to be the best ally you can be, decide how you will act. Start small, like at the gym. Find the muscles of upstanding and train them. Test them for stability, add weights slowly by stepping into discomfort more often; do not push through pain or cause yourself injury, but challenge limits—both yours and society’s. Recruit a coach or buddy—it’s always easier and better to train with a friend.

If you’re not there, start by noticing: fleeting facial expressions, shifts in posture, passing clouds of mood or vibe change—how are the women around you accommodating you and other men automatically, without anyone even noticing, much less acknowledging?

Awareness can be hard. It can incite guilt and regret, even shame and self-loathing. But that is not the goal. The goal is growth and connection. Allow the feelings in, sit with their meaning and discover how they motivate you. That’s what feelings are for, after all. Hold it all loosely, give it space to settle, land where it fits in the cracks of your bias, wedging open a door to being and doing better for your fellow humans.

Then attune to the next signal, the next, repeat. Once enough nuggets have accumulated, your pattern of change energy may emerge, unique to you. Your contribution. How can you show up in solidarity, where does your own privilege do the most good? How can you come alongside and nudge, steer your male peers toward the off-ramp, from implicit or explicit misogyny toward empathic and compassionate inclusion?

We have come such a long way, we women and the men who support and hold us up. We have so long yet to go, though, and we can only move forward with the alliance of all— men and women, and non-binary people alike. When society raises the floor of respect for any of us, it helps all of us. It’s not about conflict and competition. It’s about shared humanity. “I see you. I value you equally to myself and those like me.”

The only way out is through. The best way through is together. Thank you, our White Male Allies, for going together with us.

“What’s Your O-Ring?”

I grew up with this image on the wall.

Preventable disaster.

Space Shuttle Challenger has been on my mind lately. Last week Hector Carrillo did a live recording from Florida, experiencing cold temperatures there like the rest of the country. I attended six nightly online creativity workshops organized by Erin Mallon, narrator, writer, and podcast host. I now feel a familiar, swelling creative energy akin, in my metaphorical mind, to that housed in solid rocket boosters. Talking animatedly with Friend Donna the other day, I brought up Challenger and she asked me why, for such joyous and productive excitement, I choose a metaphor that’s one of the greatest tragedies of a generation?

Huh. Fascinating.

At first I thought it was just because Challenger was such a quintessential and iconic image of the space program in general, and growing up with rocket images all over the house [Ba worked for Lockheed Martin on the Shuttle Payload Integration Contract, he told me tonight when I requested a photo of the photo from home], I just pulled on those memories as convenient analogy. I had not ascribed any conscious meaning or relationship to the shuttle’s ultimate demise. I was ready to shrug off Donna’s question as peripheral to my creative journey. She prodded me gently, though, to engage some cosmic curiosity and explore further. Speaking of comic: Today, January 28, is the 38th anniversary of the Challenger explosion in 1986. 

For those too young to remember, the night before Challenger launched from Cape Canaveral that January day, temperatures dipped far below freezing. Engineers at Morton Thiokol, manufacturer of the O-rings that served essentially as gasket seals for the rocket boosters, advocated strenuously to delay the launch. They knew that temperatures that low would stiffen the rings, making them contract and fail, causing fuel leakage, uncontrolled combustion, and inevitable disaster. Bob Ebeling sounded the alarm first. Despite his and his colleagues’ presentations and advocacy, NASA elected to launch, and seven amazing people lost their lives.

Eventually Donna and I got to the bottom line Challenger question for my creativity and writing: ”What’s your O-ring?” OH, SO fascinating! I spent the next 24 hours and a good portion of my morning pages (21 consecutive days as of today) yesterday processing… I bet more insights emerge this week and beyond. Thus far it’s mostly more questions and a few vaguely related ideas, that apply to more than just my book project:

Where is there vulnerability where stability is assumed and taken for granted?
How can I detect it? Where are alarms sounding that I ignore because I don’t want to delay something that I want or expect? What realities am I denying to advance an agenda, but that put that very agenda at risk for abject failure because I deny them?

Booster energy as book energy: What happens when it leaks or emits inappropriately, and under which circumstances? What would that look like? Is it already happening?

Conditions and consequences: The parameters for normal function in the body are remarkably narrow. I have always marveled at how a person can not only survive, but function highly for prolonged periods, with multiple systems operating wildly outside of those parameters. Nature compensates automatically, elegantly. But there is always some cost, and compensatory mechanisms can only last so long before the system crashes. So for my writing, what are ideal and acceptable conditions for creative work to occur and thrive? How can I establish and maintain those conditions, monitor for derangement, and adjust accordingly? What costs are worth paying, for what reward and value, for how long? How can I know when I need to delay or even abort? 

The O-rings were only one part of a highly complex and integrated machine. Each part of any system has its own unique parameters of function, and is also inextricably linked to every other part. Derangement and compensation in one part inevitably affects the whole of parts in predictable and yet nuanced ways. How elastic is each part’s accommodation capacity, within and outside of its normal functional range? When function is impaired, what complex domino effect does that create, with what consequences for the whole system?

This post feels oddly satisfying in its total lack of conclusion. Truly, I can live the quesiton(s), as Rilke admonishes so eloquently. I look forward to what insights emerge in time, especially as I continue to release streams of consciousness in writing each morning. This week I will practice letting go of attachment to outcomes, and attend to habits that make my desired outcomes of high creativity and connection more likely: bedtime, morning light and writing, regular exercise, sitting with uncertainty.

Let’s see what happens!

Walking the Talk: Leading Indicators

The most perfect gift from Donna. xo

Eureka! and YIKES. 

What is the nature of performance anxiety? Is that what I’m having? Or is it increasing resistance as a magnet approaches that which attracts it at one pole and repels it at the other, until it finally anneals and the magic happens? Truly, friends, this book project is kicking. my. butt.

I talk to patients about habit change every day. I have read the books, studied the methods. I’ve written about it ad nauseum. And there is still so much more to learn and practice! I get frustrated, sitting down yet again and analyzing today, judging my slow and intermittently frequently stagnating progress. 

And then I smile.
Because there is progress! 

I joined Ethos three seasons ago, consistently completing eight strength or conditioning classes per month since then. I had no specific outcome goals at the outset. I just knew I needed to get out of my basement, learn new movements, widen my repertoire. I knew I needed a community for accountability and connection. I trusted the folks at Ethos to meet those fundamental needs, and that my general outcome goals of getting stronger and more fit would be realized with time. And voila, it’s all true. Who knows how much I’ll eventually be able to bench press or dead lift? I’m doing more today than I ever have in 50 years of life, so who cares? All I have to do is keep showing up, bringing what I’ got, and whatever outcome I get will be valuable and worthy of the effort. I sense it already–how my clothes fit, the changing curves and definition, and how I feel–body, mind, and spirit. I also get feedback from others, which is gratifying. It all fuels me to keep going.

As of today, I have completed 14 consecutive days of Sunlight Before Screens, Morning Pages, and delayed caffeine. Thanks again, Shane! Here as well, specific outcomes/lagging indicators are not the goal (what would they even be?); rather it is the practice I’m after. Because I know that a more mindful and intentional start to my day is better for my health and well-being than a mindless and random one. Maybe similar to having my Ethos community for fitness, just knowing that my book hero and fellow fans endeavor, together, to establish and maintain this health practice holds me up? Just like going to the gym, I honestly, shockingly, look forward to getting up early every morning now and cracking open the journal, even if I go to bed late, just to see what may flow from the pen in that unfocused, creative state of my personal daily dawn. I’m only two weeks in, but I perceive significant benefit already: High energy and sense of purpose and confidence; increased attunement to hunger (or lack thereof); decreased craving for coffee (I’ve forgotten all about it a couple times). That last one floors me–I’ve had coffee every day since high school. Years ago when I abstained on non-patient days I noticed a heavy melancholy set in around mid-morning–fascinating, and a little alarming… 
But this morning I made a 70/30 regular/decaf blend to start using every day, and I have a strong intuition that it will be just fine; it’s all part of a concerted yet organic evolution. 
Everything is connected.

For whatever reason (12 days of cumulative creative opening?), this weekend felt portentious for book work. I posted on Instagram. I texted multiple friends requesting energy sent my way for perseverance and discipline. Whatever they did worked, because the ideas and ink bubble and flow with force. The EUREKA moment came yesterday when I realized that I don’t really know what my book will actually be in the end. That was also the YIKES moment–how do you start a project when you don’t actually know what you’re making? I feel an irresistable call to write something, and I have consistently answered that call for over eight years. I know I can write. I know I want a synthesis, an integrated whole of accumulated learnings, ideas, and original conclusions, in the form of a book. But the structure, organization, and specific content that I will publish is actually still somewhat unknown to me, a coy, elusive, and inviting mystery. 
What a strange relief! Because now I can approach it like fitness and mornings.

If I don’t know the outcome, but I have clarity on the process, then I’m free to steward the work with openness, curiosity, humility, generosity, and joy! I can achieve my goal of having a pitch and proposal to present by April 18. I just don’t know, and don’t necessarily need to know, exactly what it will be. Very likely, it will not be what I imagine today. But if I sit BUTT IN CHAIR (BIC) and do today’s work each day, with disclipline and lightness, then I can let go expectations of any particular product. I can trust the process, that whatever turns out will be fine and good, because it will be the result of honest, authentic, deeply committed effort. It will be me, because I showed up every day to create it. How motivating!

I wrote my post on Meaningful Metrics about a year ago now. I think I have shared it with patients almost every week since then. Weight and cholesterol are lagging indicators. Habits are the leading indicators, the concrete, real time metrics that can be monitored, adjusted and maintained, and that have much higher predictive value. I can’t tell you how much you’ll weigh a year from now if you start doing the 7 minute workout. But if you do 7 minutes, three times a week, for 52 weeks, I can tell you that you’ll feel differently, likely better, in your body. And there will also likely be downstream benefits in other domains of your life and health. Focus on the practices; the outcomes will take care of themselves. Trust the process; get help when needed, assess and adjust regularly, and establish effective accountability. 

So if I sit down, get centered, and show up for my book each day, it will show up and emerge for me. I set a concrete product goal for April, tied to relevant things that make the deadline meaningful. But if I focus on April today, I get in my own way. Today is for today’s work. I have interim goals to benchmark, to keep me aware. I can continue leashing the gremlins–the ones telling me I ‘should’ have figured this all out long ago, the voices of perfectionism and un-compassion. Thank you, now go sit in the corner. I have work to do. 
I’ got this.

What are you working on this year? What leading indicators guide you, keep you on track? What else helps? Who’s on your team?
ONWARD, my friends. The world needs our contributions.