For Dave's 50th birthday, we went to see Mary Roach, a science writer and humorist who has written such books as Stiff, Bonk, and most recently, Gulp, speak as part of the City Arts & Lecture series at the Nourse Theatre in San Francisco. It was an entertaining evening, and Roach is a great storyteller as she recounted funny anecdotes from her research. The Q & A portion was surprisingly interesting and absent were the typical gooey praise for the speaker. Through Roach's answers of a few different questions, she spoke about her own insecurities, self-criticism and general worry that her writing won't be good enough, clear enough, funny enough. But what struck me is how her insecurities became motivators. What makes one person's low self-esteem productive, and for another person, their low self-esteem creates paralysis? It seems like at the root of both people is fear—fear of being insignificant, fear of failure, fear of being judged. Roach commented that she only shares the drafts of her book with her trusted editor, because anyone else's feedback might cause her to abandon the whole project. That sounds like a lot of self-doubt for a best-selling author, and I don't believe that she was just being self-effacing. So how do her fears manifest in book after book, while for me and others I know, that fear results in not pursuing our goals?
One possibility may be that success could be a defensive posture to counter shame and lack of self-worth. But why does the insecure productive person's desire override their fear? Does their need for attention trump their worry about judgement? For others, those feelings of worthlessness compound on top of each other and create nothing but regret.
What are the qualitative differences between the insecure person who has found success and the insecure person who is stuck?
On television, reality show and celebrity interview after interview, low self-esteem and narcissism rear their ugly heads time and time again. I understand that fame attracts those qualities—the need for attention from your director or your audience offers reassurance and belonging—I realize that this is a gross overstatement, but for argument's sake, is that need for affirmation so great that it suppresses the fear of rejection? Shouldn't that kind of lack of confidence cause these stars to crawl up into a ball and hide, instead of pursuing their goals with such dedication? This is such a mystery to me. It's something that I need to unlock. I want to perform. I want to have the resiliency to go to auditions, to network and to slough off rejection, all the while building skills to help me get cast the next time. But it feels all too much for me, at least at this point in time. My love of performing does not trump these feelings of doubt. And the very fact that they don't, makes me question myself even more.
I've always thought that content people are the individuals who have healthy self-esteem, who feel uncertainty but move through those uncomfortable stages until they travel to the other side and complete their tasks. But listening to Mary Roach last week made me realize that many of these seemingly successful people are filled with more than just a little healthy self-doubt. How does she manage her apprehension to keep working, researching and writing?
Birthday boy with his girls at Smitten in SF.
How does one person's youth filled with lack of stability, financial insecurity and unloving relationships motivate them to become competent and wealthy, while for another, it just reemphasizes scarcity and keeps them down?
How does one person have enough belief in themselves to see their ideas through, while another lets the world pass them by?
How does one person decide they are an authority on a subject and become a professor, a mechanic, a surgeon?
At the heart of the situation, I think that we attempt to raise our children, to teach our students, to help our friends, our family, ourselves, to listen to our feelings (whether they are filled with fear, joy or something in between) and to have the emotional tools to act upon our needs. We try to not judge others and to not judge ourselves. We strive for empathy and to open ourselves to experience. And hopefully that is an easier thing to learn when you are a young person who has not lived through damaging relationships and disappointments. Maybe our children will be more resilient to those harmful situations and will gain strength from them instead of having their spirits crushed. But what of the folks who have been deflated. How do they aspire to their potential?
My real question is: What are the qualitative differences between the insecure person who is productive and the insecure person who is stuck? I feel that this is fertile ground for exploration and some answers could open a new path of inquiry for me to follow in my own efforts to release my uncertainty and embrace my aspirations. I know that not many folks read this blog (as I've been too shy to widely publicize my nascent writing) but if you have thoughts on this subject or know someone who might, please make comments below, pass the question along, or drop me a line!
Franny & Jordan looking elegant on the new Bay Bridge bike path.
AT-AT walker-inspired cranes at the Port of Oakland visible from beneath the old bridge girders.
The old and the new temporarily converge at Treasure Island.
On a recent Sunday afternoon, we enjoyed the warm fall weather and explored the new Bay Bridge Trail that recently opened along the East span of the Oakland - San Francisco Bay Bridge. The path is open to pedestrians and bicycles, and there were a fair number of both walkers and cyclists out that day. We parked on Burma Road (off Maritime street) where there is a makeshift parking lot that sits at the start of the path. It's quite a slog (about 1.5 miles) as you walk along the approach and along the toll plaza before finally sloping upwards to where the old bridge becomes visible. It's farther still before the new tower anchoring the suspension cables gloriously comes into view. It's interesting to see the old bridge, something I've traveled over since I was a child, vacant and dark and dangerous due to its seismic instability. Alongside is now a pristine, architectural beauty; all crisp lines and curves, and on this particularly gorgeous and clear afternoon, the bridge and bay evoked the Mediterranean with azure skies and contrasting white wash.
Biking would allow you to zoom by the under-the-freeway parts and get to the new in a third of the time. But then you might miss the lazy conversations, taking photos, singing and craning your neck to admire the top of the tower and the stunning span. All in all, it's about 7 miles round trip from the Maritime lot.
Walking across bridges is one of my favorite things to do. The Golden Gate Bridge is wild and windy at the mouth of the Pacific, and the Brooklyn Bridge, traveling towards Manhattan, offers such gorgeous views. I love the sense of suspension over the water. The feeling is thrilling, but there is also a sense of security because a bridge is anchored by land masses on both sides. Bridges combine ingenuity, beauty and are literal representations of connection. Walking across such architectural behemoths offers both a synchronicity with nature and an undaunted flaunting of her forces.
Grateful to be surrounded by love and more love.
Walking towards home and looking forward to crepes and frozen yogurt!
Fake food of my fake food, needle felted by Jordan
Today is my birthday. Coincidentally it is also my Free Friday so I'm enjoying a very lovely leisurely day. We began with candy in my shoes
, fresh-baked muffins and presents. I received the most wonderful and thoughtful gifts—and so many! An artfully designed wiFi speaker from soundfreaq
. The girls and I are listening to Yo-Yo Ma while I write. The new Cooks Illustrated compendium, The Science of Good Cooking
, to further my culinary explorations; a gorgeous newly release boxed set of The Complete Sherlock Holmes
—stunning cover art and wood block prints throughout—which Jordan has all ready dived into; and the most charming and delightful handcrafted gifts from the girls.
I am so impressed with the girls ability to do things, to make things, to conceive and execute. Franny knitted a scarf—oh, how I love the colors and stripes!—using two new stitches that she learned while watching YouTube videos. She has a fantastic spatial sense and an ability to self-teach and tackle new concepts. Franny also made me a darling beanie, with a peaked top that resembles the stem of an acorn, that she knit using circular needles, alternating normal and vertical stitches, and all made without a pattern.
Fresh blueberry muffins baked by Franny
Needle felted gnome that we named Toady. He's adorabubble which is beyond adorable.
Jordan ripened her needle felting skills by making a gnome (so tubby & cute!) and fake food fruit. She led me out to the dining room with eyes closed for a surprise reveal of handmade green apples, yellow pears, orange and twin cherries arranged to match the cover art of my blog. It amazes me that she can sit with a blob of wool, to then transform it into the very thing she imagined.
Franny and Jordan are an inspiration to me. They can be shy to talk to a sales clerk at a store, but they are fearless when it comes to devoting their energy to a project. Verbal acuity will happen as they mature; their curiosity and enthusiasm seem innate. The mission will be to foster that passion and creativity throughout their lives.
With my Bear, and wearing the hand-knitted scarf she made me
The celebrations started yesterday at work with a beautifully moist layer cake baked by Carole.
Tin Cup Serenade at the UC Berkeley Botanical Garden's Redwood Grove Thursday Summer Concert Series, with the girls and Caryn
My past birthdays have been fun, melancholic, hectic, full of expectation, but always a time of contemplation. As the start of my new year begins, I find myself in an unusual (but getting more common) sweet spot of laid back reflection. It's been a tough year due to relationship problems that Dave and I face, but it is has also been a year filled with good growing pains. I've stretched these past months in ways that I've wanted to for the longest time. My blog currently offers a creative play space that is easier to attain than juggling schedules for rehearsals or expensive glass blowing classes. I've enjoyed my attempts to try new recipes. My blogging serves as a jumping off point for remembering the past, the preservation of new experiences, and therapeutic as I develop as a parent, partner and individual.
What are my goals for the new year? Should I have specific objectives? Maybe the golden ticket would be to not set forth a series of intentions but to let each day unfold. But I think that's a bit far-reaching, after all, I called my sweet spot, "laid back reflection
." I will always like to plan, I will always enjoy puzzling over meaning. Dave shared with me a beautiful essay,What's on Your Mind?
by Joyce Dyer. Dyer speaks to her jumbled thinking patterns and how it feeds her imagination.
For too long, I’ve mistrusted this mind of mine. I let conventional organization rush in too soon, and I chased away the reflection and associative chaos particular to the way I think — traits I’ve begun to honor now.
-Joyce Dyer, What's on Your Mind?
I do believe that the act of self-acceptance, albeit difficult for some of us, does cultivate creativity. It's our individual approaches, our zebra stripes if you will, that make our voices unique. So why not acknowledge those quirks instead of trying to eradicate them. Possibly by embracing that my mind likes to mull things over, I might be able to continue my beneficial contemplativeness while letting go of the more debilitating aspects of scrutiny and rumination. Would that allow me to sense more intuitively, to be more in the moment? By accepting the way my mind works, could I lose the exhaustive commentary of self-judgement, and allow life to unfold with a balance of awareness and joy? Self-acceptance also fosters connection; a kindness towards yourself engenders a reciprocal loop of generosity and receptivity to the larger world. So let's start the year not with an agenda, but trust ourselves to know what we feel, to act upon those sensations and to allow our lives to be enriched with love.
Look at these lovely gift boxes of French Macarons from Tout Sweet located on the 3rd floor in Macy's Union Square.
Decadent hot chocolate with homemade marshmallows.
My salted caramel French macaron was light, chewy, sweet and savory!
Forget shopping! Let's eat more pastries!
I love when cafés serve you a glass of water with your coffee--very European!
One of the many treats of working for Wilderness Travel
are our "Free Fridays." The office is divided into four groups, and each group gets one Friday off each month. On my December FF, I dropped off the girls at school, and then crawled back into bed for the ultimate indulgence--a weekday morning nap!
Later, Cate, Jet, Franny & Jordan and I headed to Masse's Pastries
in the North Berkeley Vine District for delectable treats. I enjoyed a cappuccino, Gingerbread woman and an Amaretti Bianchi, which remind me of my favorite Kransekage, an almond paste cake with the consistency of a cookie, eaten at celebrations in Denmark. Since Dave is half Danish, we had a tiered Kransekage at our wedding.