Sunday, April 24, 2011

Home

While I enjoy traveling, I hate the logistical interruptions. 12 1/2 hours after preparing to leave, I finally got home, visiting 4 airports, changing ticketing, going through security twice, getting a complete investigation of all my belongings once, 1 flight cancelled, 3 delayed, etc.

The weekend was a good one. I got to have good conversations with most of my math girls, got to eat yummy Thai food, saw a waterfall, took a walk, relaxed on couches, played with a puppy, ate a delicious (and unexpected) Sunday dinner with K, talked to the advisor, and started to say goodbye to the me that was a grad student. It was hard to let go, but at the same time I know I don't belong there any more, nor do I want to be there. I was anxious during much of the day that I was at the math building, having to calm myself down several times because my throat was swelling due to anxiety. Probably not a good thing to happen in your workplace.

Tonight, arriving home, I experienced a slightly out of place alone-ness. I had delved completely into my novel on the plane, so when I was walking to my car at night I missed my book characters. At the same time, I walked to my car knowing that no one was waiting up to hear that I made it into my house safe (I did), walking places I'd walked before WITH people or TOWARDS people and having those memories rush around me unasked, having left behind a place I once called home, going to a place that at one point was a place I fled to in order to recover... I was struck by that feeling. But this weekend I was seen, I was heard, I was appreciated, and I got to hear and see and appreciate right back. And I feel good. And though there are things I'd like to be different and while I still have struggles ahead of me, I feel like I'm walking in the right direction.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Committed, Part 4

Last couple thoughts about reading Committed...
- She talks about the role of childless women in the raising of children and families, calling them the "Auntie Brigade." I love this title! I had my own Aunties in my life, and I'm super grateful for them. Among other anecdotes, she shared:
"And have you ever wondered what Peter Pan really looked like? His creator, J.M. Barrie, answered that question for us back in 1911. For Barrie, Peter Pan's image and his essence and his marvelous spirit of felicity can be found all over the world, hazily reflected 'in the faces of many women who have no children.' That is the Auntie Brigade."
I must say I like being a part of the Auntie Brigade, at least for now.

Gilbert also talks about trading stories with her fiance. She talks about it coming from Italo Calvino's Invisible Cities, where the author talks about merchants gathering at every solstice and equinox to exchange goods, including stories. She says:
"This is what intimacy does to us over time. That's what marriage can do: It causes us to inherit and trade each other's stories. This, in part, is how we become annexes of each other, trellises on which each other's biography can grow."
Later, she talks about one night when both she and Felipe were awake and she "once more" selected a word at random and requested, "Please tell me a story about fish." I thought this was an interesting way to go about learning someone's stories. Choosing a word and having the other person tell a story about that word.

The last thing that particularly struck me (at least that I need the book to remember). The following few sentences:
"'MARRIAGE IS NOT PRAYER!' he [Gilbert's friend] insisted (italics and capitals his). 'That's why you have to do it in front of others, even in front of your aunt who smells like cat litter. It's a paradox, but marriage actually reconciles a lot of paradoxes: freedom with commitment, strength with subordination, wisdom with utter nincompoopery, etc. And you're missing the main point - it's not just to "satisfy" other people. Rather, you have to hold your wedding guests to their end of the deal. They have to help you with your marriage; they have to support you or Felipe, if one of you falters.'"
Obviously, she was talking about her not wanting or understanding the need for a public wedding ceremony. She and Felipe had a private ceremony just the two of them, and didn't want a public wedding. I liked the way her friend talked about marriage reconciling paradoxes, and not being a prayer but a public thing. In fact, I would argue that marriage is both a public and a private thing. We interact with the world as a married couple, but at the same time our marriage is one of the most private things in our lives. I also liked the idea of the wedding guests not only witnessing a marriage beginning but also helping in the process later on, and that being a reason to invite people to your wedding. Choosing the people you want to support you in your marriage, including your biological family as you are combining two families, not just uniting two people.

That's all the thoughts that I'll share with you for now folks. Of course, for those of you who know me will realize, there were many, many other memories and thoughts that came to mind. But I want the chance for other people, and probably my future self, to have new reactions and to keep some thoughts close to only my heart.

Committed, Part 3

More from Committed (the library wants the book back, giving me a deadline...):
"I never saw any woman actively marrying her own life. The women who have been most influential to me (mother, grandmothers, aunties) have all been married women in the most traditional sense, and all of them, I would have to submit, gave up a good deal of themselves in that exchange. I don't need to be told by any sociologist about something called the Marriage Benefit Imbalance; I have witnessed it firsthand since childhood.
Moreover, I don't have to look very far to explain why that imbalance exists. In my family, at least, the great lack of parity between husbands and wives has always been spawned by the disproportionate degree of self-sacrifice that women are willing to make on behalf of those they love. As the psychologist Carol Gilligan has written, 'Women's sense of integrity seems to be entwined with an ethic of care, so that to see themselves as women is to see themselves in a relationship of connection." This fierce instinct for entwinement has often caused the women in my family to make choices that are bad for them - to repeatedly give up their own health or their own time or their own best interests on behalf of what they perceive as the greater good - perhaps in order to consistently reinforce an imperative sense of specialness, of chosenness, of connection."
There were several things about this passage that struck a chord with me. First, the idea of actively marrying one's life. Before this, Gilbert was talking about what weddings/marriage gives to a woman - the feeling of being special to someone, chosen by someone, or connected to someone (echoed in the last sentence I quoted). Then, for women who don't marry or marry later, where do they find that feeling? I liked the idea of marrying ones own life, using that image. Of course, in my family, the same idea of self-sacrifice for one's family or loved ones is very common. I remember, in my childhood, the angriest/most upset I ever saw my mom with me was when she turned to me and said, "You are not the only member of this family," after I was whining/complaining after she had spent considerable energy, time, and money on me being the local production of the Nutcracker. That idea was something that had always been a part of my childhood, and continued to be - the fact that not only was I a person in the family, but that the family as a whole needed to be served and sacrificed occasionally for. It's something that my sister and I experienced differently, given the circumstances of our childhoods.
The Marriage Benefit Imbalance that Gilbert mentions essentially sums up to the fact that men benefit from getting married (married men are healthier/happier/live longer than single ones), whereas women are worse off to get married. Hence the discussion of why do women get married?
Certainly the idea of "self-sacrifice that women are willing to make on behalf of those they love," that has certainly been a huge part of my life. I am a nurturer by nature, and often the best way I find to care for other people is to sacrifice some amount of my energy, wants, etc. for them. Certainly not always does it involve a sacrifice. I think I'm learning to balance the need to take care of myself with the desire to support and nurture those I love.
Entwinement is also a cool image. I remember, when I first started my first relationship, my brother said to me that I needed to make sure I knew who I was separate from my boyfriend, who of course as a high school girl, I was crazy about in the way that especially high school girls can be crazy about something. I still remember him wanting to make sure that when I looked in the mirror I saw more than so-and-so's girlfriend. At the time, it seemed like such a strange thing to tell me - of course I would still be a person separate from my relationship. A year later, things blew up... but that is not something worth delving into at all.
I certainly have been spending time thinking about how I balance my desire to be a stay-at-home mom and be a member of a family unit - it's something I desperately want in my life, a loving group to belong in, plan life with, etc. How do I see myself as a woman without that? What do I put my priorities on, where do I get that feeling of specialness that we crave as people? Who's going to notice us? And how do I balance my desire to stay at home with my children if I have them, when so many people are telling me to do the opposite or that it's denying myself and others the benefit of me working? Or telling me that I just want that because it's been what's modeled for me? I know that it's a part of who I am, and maybe it's who I am because of the environment I grew up in, but to not do it just to make a statement is going to be going against who I am, not who I think I should be. But what do I do until then? Or if I never have kids?
Finally the "imperative sense of specialness" reminded me of times in college and grad school when I would be upset or challenged by something, feeling isolated or unique, when someone would tell me that I was not special to be dealing with xyz. It hurt even more than I could understand at the time - I wanted to be special. In fact, I would argue that most people in my generation at least are raised with the idea that they are special. But if we're all special, then what does that mean? I realize now that, by someone telling me I'm not special, instead of reassuring me that I wasn't alone, it made me feel like I shouldn't be upset or be having such difficulty with whatever. That it was no big deal and everyone has to do it.
I know that my physical pains and illnesses can make me feel isolated, and that's something I'm working on, but really who wants to be told that they're no different from anybody else? I guess it was just the phrasing I take issue with. I understand and appreciate that challenges and illnesses are just a part of living in this world, and we all deal with things. The fact that bad things happen to bad people is just not right. EVERY HUMAN DEALS WITH BAD THINGS. But that just means that we don't have to be alone in our suffering. It's part of the human condition, so we can be there to help each other out because we've had our own sufferings. They may look different on the outside, but I bet every one of us has dealt with the same feelings, reactions, thoughts, just that they arose in different circumstances. So please, don't tread on someone's specialness. Let's try to value every person's contributions to the world.

"To look always at the good and not at the bad. If a man has ten good qualities and one bad one, look at the ten and forget the one. And if a man has ten bad qualities and one good one, to look at the one and forget the ten." - Abdu'l-Baha

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Infatuation - Committed

More from Committed:
"... infatuation is the most perilous aspect of human desire. Infatuation leads to what psychologists call 'intrusive thinking' - that famously distracted state in which you cannot concentrate on anything other than the object of your obsession. Once infatuation strikes, all else - jobs, relationships, responsibilities, food, sleep, work - falls by the wayside as you nurse fantasies about your dearest one that quickly become repetitive, invasive, and all-consuming. Infatuation alters your brain chemistry, as though you were dousing yourself with opiates and stimulants. The brain scans and mood swings of an infatuated lover, scientists have recently discovered, look remarkably similar to the brain scans and mood swings of a cocaine addict - and not surprisingly, as it turns out, because infatuation is an addiction, with measurable chemical effects on the brain. As the anthropologist and infatuation expert Dr. Helen Fisher has explained, infatuated lovers, just like any junkie, 'will go to unhealthy, humiliating, and even physically dangerous lengths to procure their narcotic.'
Nowhere is that drug stronger than at the very beginning of a passionate relationship.... Fisher's research has also shown that people are far more susceptible to infatuation when they are going through delicate or vulnerable times in their lives. The more unsettled and unbalanced we feel, the more quickly and recklessly we are likely to fall in love. This makes infatuation start to sound like a dormant virus, lying in wait, ever ready to attack our weakened emotional immune systems. College students,... travelers in foreign lands, .... Anybody going through a difficult time emotionally - due to the death of a family member, perhaps, or the loss of a job - is also susceptible to unstable love. The sick and the wounded and the frightened are famously vulnerable to sudden love too... Spouses with relationships in crisis are also prime candidates for infatuation with a new lover... The problem with infatuation, of course, is that it's a mirage, a trick of the eye - indeed, a trick of the endocrine system. Infatuation is not quite the same thing as love; it's more like love's shady second cousin who's always borrowing money and can't hold down a job."
I found this reassuring, fascinating, hilarious, and thought provoking.

Recap

Thursday night included playing with a 16 month old, who is affectionately called Noodle (she's incredibly long and skinny and squishy) or Lu-Lu (as her name is Louisa). We practiced in and out and on and off - she had a flower pot full of awesomely colored plastic necklaces (think Mardi Gras beads and dollar stores buys) - putting them on, taking them off, repeating that, or perhaps putting them in the pot and taking them out again with an expression of sheer joy and delight.

Friday - tutoring math, Book 1 (i.e. awesome spiritual conversation and exploration), and a massage (so needed).

Saturday, aka Strawberry Day. Mom and I went out and picked strawberries (even though it was drizzling), eating strawberries as we went. Then we got strawberry dressing and spinach. We had strawberry and spinach salad for lunch, crushed strawberries on ice cream, and a side of strawberries with dinner. We finished off the gallon of strawberries today with brunch.

Today - more math tutoring and then a women's tea! Good food, good company, and great conversation.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

I keep having dreams about being somewhere I'm not supposed to be, but no clues as to where I am supposed to be.

I'm starting to have things to do at work - yesterday I completed my first solo "project" - that felt good. Though I'd never thought that I would wish I was working in C++. Making Excel do something that C++ can do so easily is frustrating. But at least I got our IT guy on my side!

It's strawberry season! I'm going strawberry picking this weekend, and I plan on eating a ridiculous number of strawberries. We got a gallon last weekend, and I'd finished them off by Wednesday. That was just the warm up. Mmmm, fresh strawberries.

I go to Ithaca in a week!

Wednesday, April 06, 2011

Committed, Part 1

A couple take-aways from reading the first part of the book Committed by Elizabeth Gilbert...
1. Choice of a partner - The way our culture frames our choice of a romantic partner in life has really affected both the health of relationships and expectations, and also our divorce rate. We are told that our choice of a partner says a lot about who we are and how we view ourselves. Also, we get the message that our partner should be our source of happiness for the rest of our lives. This is quite skewed, and again can contribute to the high divorce rate. Yes, your mate can be a source of happiness for you, but they're also going to be a source of frustration, challenges, and opportunities to grow.
2. Divorce - She talks a bit about her experience going through a divorce and now contemplating marriage again. Two things in particular struck me. One, she talks about the interaction not only between the husband and wife, but between the husband and the government and the wife of divorce proceedings. Marriage is not just between two people. It involves two people, their families, their friends, perhaps their faith, and also the US Government. This draws out the pain of divorce for a lot longer after you've decided the relationship is over. Secondly, you come to have such incredibly conflicting emotions towards a person. You, at one point, thought this was the person you'd love forever and always share life, and now you perhaps hate them or are disappointed in them or are very sad for them or some combination of all of those. It's confusing for your poor emotional system. Then, later, if you find someone else that you're very serious about later in life, what does a wedding look like? How do you approach those vows again?
3. Women's education and its effect on marriages: In the grand scheme of marriage in the US, it's been a very short time that an average woman has the chance of both a job and a marriage. Not only are they more independent, but there is this new "two body problem" - how do you have a marriage and employ two different people? How are you going to deal with the household things, the things that life requires?
I wondered (along the same line but not directly from the book) if this was why it seems so surprising to people in my generation how expensive and time-consuming owning a house is. Is it because we used to have the women stay home all day to do the laundry, cooking, cleaning, and errand running, so the guy could focus on the house tasks on the weekends. Now, both genders are trying to fit all of this into their weekend, in addition to spending time with each other.

Monday, April 04, 2011

Random thought

I am excessively capable and educated for the job that I'm doing right now, but I DON'T CARE! In fact, I'm happy about it for a little while at least. Tonight my dad was asking me questions about a test for normality of the distribution of sample data. He wanted help interpreting a biostat paper from the 60s and one from the 80s, which involved a whole lot of probability theory which 1) I didn't know, 2) I didn't care about, and 3) it made me angry to try to think about it. I just had this feeling of "Please let me get far away." I know I could understand it if I tried hard enough, but I had absolutely no desire to. I was happy to go and retrieve the articles using my still available Cornell resources, email to them, and never think about it again!
Today, I was reconciling accounts on Quicken. The frustrating part was that the reconciliation didn't have to make sense, and I had to CREATE a paper trail. Yep. I had to take things that were digital and just print off screens so that someone would have a paper record of doing it. Except that I did it. Oh well. It's going to have to take some time for them to let me make my own system of doing things. I keep trying to create things for myself to do. It's only day 4. It will get more fun. I do enjoy the people I work with though, which is very good.

Sunday, April 03, 2011

Weekend!

This weekend I have:
- caught up on life stuff
- ran a ton of errands
- played with friends
- had great spiritual conversation with a new friend
- got my hair cut (see FB for a pic)
- watched a fun and simple movie (Flipped)
- restarted my gym routine

Today involves homework and tutoring. I also want/need to journal about my experience reading Committed by Elizabeth Gilbert. It was harder to get into than Eat, Pray, Love, but a thoughtful read nonetheless I have 5 or 6 different sections tagged that I want to write about, but for some reason I keep putting it off.