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Risk

Next week, I’ll be giving a webinar as part of the Lab Manager Leadership Digital Summit.  This will be my first real foray back into a formal “business” setting in over four years.  Oh, it won’t be a difficult webinar to give.  After all, I’ll be pontificating live on a number of the topics that have ended up in these essays and, as my friends are probably thinking right now, “When did you ever stop pontificating live?”  But as I’ve worked on preparing this talk, I keep coming back to one topic that actually won’t be a specific item I discuss there:  Risk.  You see, I’m taking a bit of risk by dipping my toe back into a formal setting and, in particular, advertising this blog at the end of that talk.  I do indeed want more people to read the blog.  But I also realize that with broader exposure comes the risk of trolls and negative feedback.  It also brings the risk that there might be some people who want me to write more.  So, before accepting the kind invitation from my friend and colleague to present, I did a very rapid (like 30 second) risk analysis in my head and decided to plow forward.

Those who know me know that I’m a “no regrets” kind of girl.  I make a decision and take an action and own the outcome, good or bad.  It means that results are sometimes cringe-worthy and embarrassing or even harmful but that I’ve decided that whatever the outcome, I will learn something that will make me a better person.  That doesn’t mean, though, that I make decisions on actions without a risk analysis and attempts at risk mitigation.  We all do.  Multiple times a day, usually without realizing that we do it.  As I’ve been thinking about risk and risk mitigation, a number of thoughts have crossed my brain.  And, as I’m wont to do, I will now get them out of my mind and foist them upon you.

Our ability to control a risk plays a large role in acceptance.  According to the START American Terrorism Deaths fact sheet, in 2016 (the most recent year that stats are available) there were 61 terror attacks in the US (most perpetrated by US residents and citizens) and 68 deaths.  In that same year, there were 10 fatal accidents in the commercial airline industry within the US that resulted in 216 deaths.  Also in 2016, there were an estimated 7,277,000 police-reported traffic crashes, in which 37,461 people were killed and an estimated 3,144,000 people were injured. An average of 102 people died each day in motor vehicle crashes in 2016, one fatality every 14 minutes.  Yet, fear of terrorist attacks is at a feverish level (and focused on the wrong nationalities) and many people are too afraid to get on an airplane for fear of a crash, yet we hop in our cars without a second thought multiple times a day.  Clearly, we accept a much greater risk on the roads, yet we rarely give that risk a second thought.  Why?  Well, part of it is that most of us drive regularly without incident so we feel “safe”.  And a good part of that feeling “safe” is that we feel we control the risk associated with driving.  Plus, we need driving more often to do what we want to do during a day so we gladly accept that higher risk.  We don’t, though, usually consciously think about that calculation until we or someone we know is in an accident.  The illusion of control give us the illusion of safety.  Conversely, feeling you can’t control a risk makes that risk less acceptable, even if probability is really low.

Lack of data on risk does not mean lack of risk.  Several years ago, I attended a large meeting of businesses and government groups associated with the safety of consumer products.  One of the major topics that year was Bisphenol-A, a plasticizer that has been used for decades in all manner of plastic products from the lining inside soda cans to plastic plates and toys.  In the previous number of years, scientific data indicated that there was evidence that BPA is an endocrine disrupter, meaning that your body could confuse it for certain reproductive hormones causing a range of problems.  Endocrine disrupters are particularly dangerous for growing children and pregnant women.  The level of BPA in the blood that could cause problems was under debate, along with how to properly test if BPA in a given product might leach out under normal use and thereby be consumed.  However, “out of an abundance of caution”, governments and product safety groups recommended removing BPA from formulations.  In a rush to do so, consumer product companies tried a variety of substitutes that could provide the same performance properties as BPA (it was in there for a reason) and many landed on a similar compound called Bisphenol-S.  BPS was not burdened by similar data as an endocrine disrupter.  However, there were not similar data because no one had ever needed to TEST BPS for this property!  Well, once we started to use BPS, people started to test it and guess what?  It’s even WORSE than BPA!  The industry referred to this as “a regrettable substitute”.  Regrettable, indeed!  Lack of data does not mean lack of risk.  Remember when I wrote about understanding that there is much “we don’t know we don’t know”? Ignorance may be bliss, but it may also cause you to take on risk you would not normally accept.  This is why scientists can be very paranoid people.

Lack of immediate impact can lead to assuming greater risk.  Tons of examples on this one.  Such as all the highly carcinogenic chemicals I handled very cavalierly in grad school.  If I was careless with a strong acid or base, I’d get burned and would be more careful next time.  If I got careless with alkyl phosphines, I wouldn’t find out for several decades.  I should not know what methyl phosphine smells like, but I do.  I try not to think about that.

And, of course, there is wearing a mask, social distancing and avoiding crowds during this pandemic.  Early on, when we knew nothing about this disease, many of us were scared into isolation while others thought this was just a bad flu.  Nine months in, we know this is not “just a bad flu”—that’s like saying a heart attack is just bad heart burn because they both have chest pain as a symptom—but our calculus on risk has changed.  I was talking with my cousin the other day and we were discussing “decision fatigue”—you have to make all these risk calculations that you never had to make before about exposure doing everyday things.  It’s exhausting!  So, you either don’t do things you’d like to do, which is frustrating, or you take a risk that you normally wouldn’t take.  There are some obvious things most of us adhere to:  avoid big crowds that come together and disperse, like sporting events and bars and big parties; wear a mask when you go into stores and keep your distance; don’t ask a lady in Costco to pull up her mask from her chin (OK, that last one was just me.  She was VERY nasty!).  But what about when you have friends over for dinner and you have 10 maskless people milling around your house for several hours?  Or when you go to the Y, even though there are just a few people lifting weights and they are being careful (for the most part)?  Or you go away for a long weekend to rural areas because you need to get out of the house, but you are still crossing paths with strangers?  We all have pandemic fatigue and associated decision fatigue and it’s probably causing all of us to take greater risk than we would have six months ago.  Look at how I qualified my statements to justify my choices just in this paragraph!

We can’t live risk-free lives.  I written before about the need for balance.  The trouble is we’ll never have enough data to have full confidence in our risk decisions.  I wish you all safety in these difficult times; as much protection from risk as you need to feel comfortable; and, enough coping energy to avoid decision fatigue!

Normalization

Recently, we finished up an essay arc on the difficult process of creating lasting personal change.  (The last essay in the series is on Commitment and links to the other three are embedded within.)  The example I used throughout the series was the mental gymnastics required to lose weight and keep it off.  As I was wrapping up that last essay in the arc, I noted my frustration that I needed to be a Woman of Means and Leisure to be able to make this change happen.  The reason, I stated, is that we have been surrounded for decades now by a food industry that has normalized a range of really unhealthy eating choices and habits.  Breaking through this normalization, saying to myself, “No! This isn’t right!” was and continues to be a huge effort.  And that pisses me off.  And now you’re going to read about it.

So let’s start by digging into my frustrations with Big Food.  I remember a commercial from McDonald’s when I was little in which they touted the ability to feed a family of four for under $4.  Amazingly, inflation means that the $4 spent in 1970 for four small hamburgers and four small fries is about equivalent in buying power to the $26.84 you’d spend today for four Big Mac Value Meals.  Let’s say you have a small Coke with your hamburger and small fries.  That’s 620 calories.  Today, you get a Big Mac, a medium fry and a medium soda.  According to the McDonald’s site, that will set you back 1080 calories.  SuperSize that baby and you’re looking at 1330 calories.  Now, you could say, “Look how much more FOOD you get for the same inflation-adjusted-dollars!”  Yeah, and I say, “Look how easy and cheap it is to consume so many empty calories.”  In 1970, people were satisfied with a regular hamburger and a small fry.  Today, that would be a snack for many people.  The result?  The US obesity rate is above 36% (tops in the developed world); in 1970 the obesity rate was 15.7%. Today, 10.5% of the population has diabetes and another 34.5% have pre-diabetes; in 1970, 2% were diagnosed with the disease. The top two causes of death in this country are heart disease and cancer, both of which have a strong dietary connection.

I’m probably not telling you anything you don’t already know by citing these statistics.  Where I’m going with this discussion is to point out how we’ve normalized these kinds of eating habits.  Our store shelves are stocked with all kinds of convenience aids and packaged foods to help save time in food preparation.  Even the fresh produce is often grown from engineered stock that has been bred for size and shelf longevity and not nutritional richness.  My discomfort with this information is that these movements in our national food culture are driven by industry profits, not what is good for us as humans.  Even the “low fat” craze, which looks on the surface to be health-driven, was all funded and driven by the sugar industry!  Don’t even get me started on the restaurant industry.  My point is this:  don’t trust large corporations to make good decisions on your behalf.  Your health is your own responsibility and unfortunately you have to fight corporate profits to maintain it.  I’m not dissing businesses, though.  I’m more focused on how the combination of ubiquitous marketing, the engineering of our food supply for cost and volume, and focus on taste over nutrition has normalized such really unhealthy habits that it would be natural to think, “Well, that’s just how food is.  There is nothing I can do.”  Wow.  And worse: if that’s what is all around you, it’s also natural to think, “Well, it can’t be that bad if everyone is eating like this.”  It’s that bad and you know it.  Hence the incredible mental effort it can take to lose weight, never mind the cost (in dollars and time) of buying and preparing healthy food.

That’s the rant part of this essay: my frustration with how we view food.  It is easy to see the “right” and “wrong” in this issue.  This move away from nutritionally dense food is making us fat and killing us.  But other things get normalized, too, and it’s not always bad.  Let’s talk about air quality.  Also in 1970, Congress enacted the Clean Air Act, along with founding the EPA.  Big Business interests were apoplectic and apocalyptic about the effect of these regulations on economic growth.  By the 1990’s, significant progress had been made in reducing, particularly, industrial sources of air pollution.  Not only did the economy continue to purr along, these regulations spurred amazing innovations in product and process development, like lower emission cars (also eliminating lead in fuels thanks to the need to avoid poisoning those catalytic converters) as well as water based and lower solvent paints.  Addressing regulatory-driven product development needs in lower solvent paints absorbed most of the bench-chemist part of my career, so I got a job from all of this!  Can you imagine, today, going back to the kinds of air pollution we had in the 70’s?  Can you imagine painting the inside of your house with solvent-based paints (maybe even including lead)?  We have normalized an expectation, now, of breathing clean air.  Let’s hope we can keep it that way.  There were plenty of interests then fighting the regulations that led to today’s healthier environment and plenty that, today, say we’ve gone too far.  Let’s hope the bar has been raised enough that we won’t go too far backwards.

The question then becomes this:  when is fighting normalization the right thing to do and when is fighting it just being resistant to change?  Boy, I wish I had a simple rule for figuring that one out.  You could always choose to embrace change that is good and resist change that is bad, but invariably whenever there is a Big Societal Change there are both winners and losers.  The winners will of course champion normalization of the change and the losers will resist.  Unfortunately, history tends to be the best guide to which changes are better overall for humanity, which does not help us make decisions today.  Here is what I suggest: when faced with a change that seems to be normalizing around you, ask yourself who the winners and losers are.  Are you uncomfortable with the change? Why? Think several steps ahead—if this normalization takes root, what are the possible next outcomes?  How do you feel about those outcomes?  Do you have the facts? Face your discomforts head on and challenge them.

I know I can be seen as equivocating when I refuse to give direct statements and that is because it is impossible to make definitive statements about broad topics like this one.  However, I will end on this note:  sometimes you just know something is wrong and you need to fight normalization.  As Martin Luther King Jr. said, “The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.” Hate and violence justified on arguably flimsy reasons are wrong.  Sowing fear and alarm, particularly with lies, is wrong.  Division and exclusion are wrong.  Further hurting people who are already disadvantaged is wrong!  Listen to your gut.  You KNOW when normalizing a behavior or a change is wrong.  Fight it!

Forgiveness

I had an essay almost ready to go for today, but after thinking over the last several days that post just wouldn’t fit my mood.  That essay is more of a cranky rant—and I promise you will get to enjoy it soon—but today, on the second day of Rosh Hashanah, a cranky rant is just not appropriate.  I traveled into Central Pennsylvania with a few good friends this week to view the elk as they move into their mating season.  They are very active and thus visible this time of year, and what a majestic sight they are!  They are large long legged animals and the males have huge racks of antlers.  And they bugle to attract their mates.  It’s a haunting sound, particularly as it carries over misty hills at dawn.  We rented a cabin, brought our own food and lived without internet or TV for a couple of peaceful days.  And peaceful days have been a rarity lately.

We also, frankly, were escaping.  We’ve all been cooped up for months and spent too much of that time watching news, scrolling social media, taking sides and passing judgement.  And while we were escaping to a rural area, yard signs constantly reminded us of the current political climate.  I’m tired of feeling angry and afraid.  I’m tired of judging and being judged.  And I don’t like how I have contributed to all of this anger, fear and judgement myself.  So, I had a lot of time to think and talk things over with dear friends.  And as we move into the holiest time of year for Jews, I have begun my annual introspection with an honesty and searching that I’ve never had before.

I’m unaffiliated with any synagogue right now but even if I was a member somewhere services would be on line.  Not the same.  I always need the rhythm of the service to get into that zone.  That is my soak time, when I let my mind wander over whatever it needed to wander through but that I did not give it permission to do.  I have thought about the deep need I have for those services, yet one thing I have not been able to get out of my mind these last few days is the tradition of Tasklikh.  I will admit, I have not been a regular participant in this tradition.  It happens after the morning service of Rosh Hashanah, after I’ve already been in shul for 5-6 hours.  But the tradition is short and simple and today I just needed to do it.

Late morning, Trish and I grabbed a couple of pieces of bread, my High Holiday Mahzor (prayer book) and went in search of a flowing body of water.  This was not as easy a task as I thought it would be since most of the “streams” around our home are really for storm runoff and we haven’t had rain in a while.  But my trusty wife, who has lived in this area most of her adult life, knew where to go.  After reading some opening passages to set the tone, we each grabbed a piece of bread and went to the water’s edge.  With each piece of bread I tore off and tossed into the water, I asked forgiveness for some thing I had done or thought or said over the last year.  There is always a lot to think about.  After some closing readings and a little time for introspection, we drove home in silence.  I kept coming back, in my mind, to the thought that whatever I was asking forgiveness for always seemed to come back to the same thing:  Forgive me for not thinking and acting from love.

When I consider the extreme divisiveness in our country right now and when I hear all the hate and anger, what I really see is fear and hurt.  I believe that the vast majority of us in this country want the same thing.  We want peace, safety and prosperity.  Where we differ is in the methodologies used to attain these goals and, in some cases, who gets to participate in reaching those goals.  I honestly do not believe that the “opposing” party is trying to destroy this country!  And I sure don’t want those from that party thinking that is goal of the party I align with.  But that is the rhetoric that is being used and weaponized by both sides, driving us to fear and hate “the other”.  I don’t want to do that anymore.  I refuse to believe that people who put up yard signs supporting the candidate that I don’t support are evil.  I believe that they are fundamentally good people, who want what I want out of life.  Most of them do not want to harm other people or see them harmed.  They either are unaware of how the policies that they agree with harm other people (particularly those who are already disadvantaged) or they’ve been led to believe that harm will only come to those who deserve it.  Yes, there are some truly bad and hateful people out there, but I refuse to believe that they make up the majority of the electorate.  I am going to choose to think and act from love.  For my sanity, I must.  It doesn’t mean I won’t act.  I will for sure vote; I am volunteering as a poll worker; I am constantly researching, looking for facts, doing my best to make sure I am not blind to important impacts. 

I have a lot of work to do.  Tashlikh did not serve to absolve me of my sins but rather to reinforce awareness and to recommit me to do better every day.  There is so much pain in this world!  It breaks my heart!  I am committed to not letting that pain devolve into fear and hatred within myself.  As I navigate the High Holy Days this year, as I ask those in my life to forgive me for any sin I have committed against them no matter how inadvertent, I will be building my strength reserves for the weeks and months to come.  I wish you all peace, safety and prosperity.  And I wish you all the strength to face the world and all its pain with love.

Commitment

We’ve made it!  For the past several essays we’ve been on a journey discussing personal growth.  Making change stick is a very difficult and long process, requiring real commitment.  But before we could tackle the subject of Commitment, we had to first discuss Authenticity, Vulnerability and Priorities.  Your own commitment to this journey (or is it persistence?) has finally paid off!  At least, I hope it will.  I was talking with Trish the other day about my writing process.  Sometimes, I write an essay almost totally in my head and it comes out on paper with very little effort or editing.  Sometimes I have a bullet list of points I want to make or stories I want to tell and I work off of that outline when I sit down to type.  And sometimes, like with this topic, I have the topic alone when I sit down and have no idea what might come out.  I’m as interested as you are to see how I’ll tackle this subject!  To be honest, these often become my favorite essays because I really learn something about myself or find new ways of articulating a concept that brings me clarity.  And these days, clarity on anything is a good thing.

I’ve been using the example of my recent weight loss journey to illustrate the difficulties in creating real change within yourself.  It’s an example that most people can connect with and one that has been on my mind constantly since I started the journey (with intention) on New Year’s Day of this year.  In fact, that is part of the commitment process: keeping the topic front and center.  Our family and friends can certainly attest to our keeping this topic front and center!  I am acutely aware of how often something regarding weight loss and food works its way into most conversations we have.  Let me take this opportunity to apologize, then, for talking your ears off about this (since family and friends make up the bulk of my very patient readership).

In the previous essays in this series, we discussed that you can’t create lasting change until you get to real commitment.  You can’t get to real commitment until you honestly assess your priorities and ensure that they are aligned with your commitment.  You also cannot honestly assess and then change your priorities until you can be honest with yourself about what your priorities truly are, as shown by your actions.  Once all that is lined up, you need to take a few minutes to differentiate in your mind “will power” vs. “commitment”.  I touched on this earlier, but it deserves a bit more air time.  Will Power is involved when you choose not to have a third piece of pizza on Friday night.  Commitment is involved when you choose not to have pizza every Friday night, but to make it an occasional treat.  Will Power is involved when you choose to not honk and flip a finger at the idiot who just cut you off.  Commitment is involved when you choose to almost always recognize that while that person may indeed just be an idiot, they also may have honestly not seen you or are preoccupied by a serious issue in their family or just need a little grace—so you take a breath and ease off the gas.  Will Power is staying at work late to finish a project that got away from you.  Commitment is making a more regular effort at planning so that it becomes rare for that to happen.  In short, Will Power is short term effort that gets you a prize but has a defined time limit.  Will Power is holding your breath.  Commitment is an ongoing effort, made consciously such that the effort becomes habit, to create the prize of permanent change.  The process of Commitment will certainly require Will Power now and then.  Reliance on Will Power without an eye on Commitment will just burn you out.  Unfortunately, our American culture does not help us here.  We reward Heroic Effort that Solves a Big Problem (Will Power) instead of Steady Excellence that Keeps Big Problems from Happening to Begin With (Commitment).

So let’s go back to weight loss.  Many people choose some sort of restriction diet to lose weight.  If they have sufficient will power, the weight will come off.  But without the recognition of, and changing of, whatever the habits were that put the weight on, we all know what will happen: once you relax the requirement for will power and allow the return to previous habits, the weight comes back.  Now that I have reached my goal weight, my journey is not over.  It will never be over.  And that’s because the goal was not really weight loss.  The goal was to change my relationship with food so that I stay at a healthy weight.  Weight loss was part of the benefits of the initial stages of the journey.  I smile when people congratulate me on reaching my goal weight and then say, “Now you just need to keep it off!”  They say this as if the hard part was the weight loss.  The hard part is just starting:   making sure these new habits that led to the weight loss actually stick.  The hard part is the commitment, but the hard work was around embracing reordered priorities.  Of course, this whole process is applicable well beyond weight loss.  Whether you are examining your job or a relationship or how you handle money or how you keep your house, the process to create lasting change is the same.  Keep being honest with yourself; keep assessing your actions against your priorities; continually recommit to those priorities, and the commitment to lasting change will be there. 

I started this essay series just after I reached my weight loss goal.  As of this writing, I have maintained that goal weight for six weeks (even lost a couple more pounds) and earned my Lifetime Membership in Weight Watchers.  Yes, that’s awesome and I’m very proud of myself (and of Trish, since we are on this journey together) but my sense is that now the real work begins.  What gives me hope is that I don’t feel deprived, that I really enjoy how we eat now.  We have “treat nights” when we ignore the points and just enjoy “less nutrient dense” foods because they taste good, but now I really want those point excursions to be worth it!  That food had better taste good!  And, honestly, my body craves the more nutrient dense diet the next day.  But I also know how easy it is to slip into unhealthy habits because Big Food has created a really unhealthy ecosystem all around us.  It actually pisses me off that I had to become a person of leisure and means to create a healthy lifestyle and that it takes incredible conscious effort to maintain it.  Everything from highly processed foods in the grocery stores and overly engineered produce and meats designed for shelf life and low cost instead of nutrition, to the size of and what’s in fast food and restaurant meals have normalized a diet that is killing us.  So, I’ve got one more essay in me on this whole topic:  the danger of accepting normalization of “bad things” and the need to fight back on that acceptance!  Stay tuned for a rant next time!

Priorities

Welcome back, Intrepid Reader!  If you’ve been following along recently you know that we are in the midst of a multi-essay arc (of still indeterminate length) around personal growth—principally around making a change that will actually stick.  (If you need to catch up, read the first essay on Authenticity and second on Vulnerability.)  These musings began over the repetitive activity of chopping vegetables.  Some people think in the shower or on a “run”.  I think when chopping vegetables, although not deeply enough to cut off fingers.  It’s a balance.  The thinking began as I ruminated over my effort the last 8 months or so to lose weight.  I am successful this time (present tense purposeful, Trish, so do not change it) and was thinking through why.

The process of creating change that truly sticks is not an easy one, or we’d all be perfect creatures.  It requires true commitment based on honest priorities which in turn requires being truly authentic and vulnerable with yourself.  We’ve tackled Authenticity and Vulnerability.  It’s now time to discuss Priorities.

I will begin with a pet peeve.  If someone ever says to you, “I really wish I could [go somewhere, do something, donate to your cause], but I just don’t have enough [time, energy, money],” they are lying to you or themselves or both.  What they are really saying is, “I don’t place a high enough priority on that.”  People always always always ALWAYS have enough time/energy/money for those things they place at a high enough priority.  (OK, yes, there are always extreme situations.  I’m talking about normal everyday life.)  I had a friend who would constantly poke me about how I “threw my money around” going out to eat.  My love for Chinese food was a particular trigger for this person, for some reason.  I would go out to eat maybe once or twice a week with friends.  Let’s say I’d spend $50-75 a week going out.  This same person who loved to dig at me about throwing my money around at restaurants would go through at least a carton a week of cigarettes.  Similar expenditure, according to my research partner Google.  It wasn’t the money.  It was the relative priority she placed on going out to eat.  I placed a WAY higher priority on going out to eat than on buying cigarettes.  For her, going out to eat was a waste of money.  At least while there were cigarettes to be bought.  Regardless, we both had enough money to do what we wanted.  We just had different priorities.  I shouldn’t have been judged on my choice to spend money on restaurants any more than I should have judged her for spending money on smoking.  Where I draw the line is when people say that something is important to them, but their actions make it clear that whatever that something is, it’s not a high priority.  People don’t like to be confronted about where their priorities actually ARE versus where they would like to THINK they are.  And that goes for discussions with yourself as well.  In fact, we are probably most disingenuous with ourselves.

Since your actions tell you and everyone else around you what your priorities truly are, if you are not happy with your actions then you must change your priorities.  Do you understand, now, why we had to first dive into authenticity and vulnerability?  Being able to be honest with yourself about what your priorities truly are is a pre-requisite to being able to change them.  And stop beating yourself up!  Often, people label themselves as “bad” or “worthless” or even “irredeemable” because of some action they took based on screwed up priorities.  You are not fundamentally a bad person because you chose poor actions based on priorities that you didn’t realize you’d embraced.  Focus on the actions and priorities, not the fundamental human being.  (“I’m here to GET IT right, not to BE right.”  Remember who said that?) 

So let’s look at sustainable weight loss as an example.  I wanted to lose weight.  As I noted previously, my weight had been creeping up a pound or two a year for a couple of decades.  Losing weight is not rocket science: you simply need to consume fewer calories that your body burns for energy.  The devil is in the details of consumption.  We need food to survive, but food consumption is wrapped up in so many other things.  Food can be comfort.  Food can be a stress management tool.  Food can be something you simply enjoy a lot.  Food can be a boredom reliever.  And food can be deceptively caloric.  For me to lose weight, I had to understand why I was putting it on in the first place.  What were my priorities around food and eating that led to the weight gain?  What about my priorities needed to change?

My “why” around weight loss was simple.  Yes, I wanted to look slimmer and fitter but my real concern was that I was putting on a lot of belly fat.  I KNOW how unhealthy belly fat is.  I also have my Dad’s blood chemistry, which has had me taking statins for more than a decade already.  And my Dad had a triple bypass at just about my age now, barely avoiding a heart attack that would have killed him.  I was scared, but I was still gaining weight.  When I was really honest with myself, the issue was that I enjoyed food and simply didn’t want to put in the work.  I was scared of the medical repercussions, but apparently not enough to prioritize weight loss over laziness and not wanting to deprive myself.  This realization did not mean I was a bad person!  It meant my priorities were off.

I knew I ate a lot of healthy things, but I ate A LOT.  I enjoy food and portion control was a real issue.  And I snacked a lot.  If food was in front of me, I ate it.  I swear must have had a food insecurity issue in a previous life!  For me to lose weight, I needed to force myself to track what I put into my mouth—every morsel.  Some of my favorite foods needed to become occasional treats and not regular consumption.  And I needed better data to know where those hidden calories were.  I needed to fundamentally change the way I ate and change it for good.  That sounded like a lot of work and I didn’t want to do it.

Admitting that to myself was really hard.  At first, it was easier to just accept that “it is what it is”.  It took the better part of a year to go from “I understand what’s keeping me from losing weight” to actually taking action.  The reason for that is that taking action required commitment.  I understood what my priorities were and how they needed to change.  I’ve used the example of weight loss, which is a common frustration/goal, but this thought process can be applied to anything about your life that you are not happy with.  Begin, of course, with making sure you focus on things that you can control, but each of us controls a whole lot more than we think (see: Personal Accountability).  If you’re not happy in your job/relationship/home/whatever, what is keeping you from making a change?  If you truly do want a change (meaning that what you would have to give up to make the change happen is worth it), what about your priorities is keeping you from moving forward to commitment?  Getting to commitment is what we’ll tackle next time.

Vulnerability

Last time, we began a multi-essay arc inspired by my recent weight loss.  I was not actually digging for kudos by using my weight loss journey as the example to frame this discussion, but thanks for the encouragement!  (Blush)  The discussion is really about how to create lasting change, which involves real commitment driven by clear priorities, which in turn begins with being truly authentic with yourself and others.  Last time we discussed Authenticity and I said that this time I’d start in on Priorities.  I lied.  As I read your feedback and thought more about this whole arc over the last week, I realized that there is one more topic closely tied to Authenticity that we must discuss and that is Vulnerability.

Even the word “vulnerability” can make people cringe.  The words “vulnerable” and “vulnerability” have a connotation of “weakness”.  It brings to mind some scene in a drippy drama where the protagonist, having just experienced some loss or break up or serious setback, weepily begs a love interest or friend through averted eyes, “Don’t hurt me!  I’m so vulnerable right now!”  Even the online dictionary definition of “vulnerability” reads “the quality or state of being exposed to the possibility of being attacked or harmed, either physically or emotionally”. 

I don’t subscribe to that definition, though, in this context.  To me, allowing yourself to be vulnerable is one of the singular most courageous acts a person can undertake.  Being vulnerable is making a decision, taking an action or just committing to who you are even though that choice might leave you exposed to being hurt, taken advantage of or just embarrassed—but doing it anyway because the benefits of doing so are worth the risk of the downside.  None other than my spirit animal, Brene Brown, says, “Vulnerability is not winning or losing; it’s having the courage to show up and be seen when we have no control over the outcome. Vulnerability is not weakness; it’s our greatest measure of courage.”  (I highly encourage you to invest 20 minutes and watch her TED talk on Vulnerability.  It is one of their most popular ever, will help you understand what I stumble through in the rest of this essay, and I hope will turn you on to one of our greatest contemporary thinkers.)

It’s counter intuitive to think that embracing vulnerability can make you a stronger person and leader.  How else, though, can you truly improve upon your already wonderful self if you are not willing to recognize and embrace those traits of yours that need changing?  Or if not truly “changed”—since in many ways we are who we are—then balanced with other traits?  But first you have to “see” those traits.  A real and effective leader does not believe she has all the right answers nor knows more than anyone else in the room about everything.  NO ONE has all the right answers or knows more than anyone else in the room about everything!  It is not a weakness to say, “I don’t know much about (fill in the blank), but XXX does and I want her in on this discussion.”  Traditionally, leaders in the workplace would have a very small group of people with whom they could admit “I don’t know”—the people with whom they could be vulnerable.  However, keeping that admission too close to the vest means that the circle of knowledge they relied upon was too small (and probably inbred).  That, my friends, is what has led to the downfall of many a large corporation and not a few small countries.  (I’m not saying get up in front of everyone and say, “I don’t know nuthin’!” with a smile.  Jeez, people, there is something in between!  I’m saying seek counsel more broadly than just your two or three best buds and when you don’t know, SAY you don’t know and that you’ll find an answer.  Don’t make stuff up.)

Certainly vulnerability and authenticity are pre-requisites to healthy human relationships of all kinds.  Think about relationships with pets.  Most of us have had a cat and/or a dog.  Those animals are so special to us because their love is unconditional.  They just want us to love them and they love us without judgement.  OK, so maybe cats judge, but that judgement is OUT OF love.  And when a cat chooses to sit in your lap it is the highest compliment!  Which is why people will not move for hours if a cat is sleeping on them.  Anyway, the unconditional non-judgmental love we get from our pets allows us to be fully authentic and vulnerable with them.  We don’t put on airs, pretending to not be upset or proud of ourselves or bored or whatever we are feeling.  They get the true US.  We tell them our deepest darkest secrets and most important thoughts because they won’t judge us or answer back or argue.  They just listen.  And love us.  This is why we are so unbelievably broken up when they die.  Not because they hurt us or abandon us or even betray us, but because we love them so purely.

If only we could be like that with PEOPLE!  But that’s hard because people DO judge and they DO talk back and argue.  And they sometimes leave.  And say horrible things on their way out the door.  So we save that vulnerability for our pets.  Avoidance of pain is probably the principle reason behind lack of vulnerability—hence the courage involved in being vulnerable.  I could go on and on about the importance of vulnerability and authenticity in your relationships with other people, both at work and more broadly, but what I want to focus on is that openness turned toward yourself.

Vulnerability is a pre-requisite to authenticity—only by allowing yourself to feel hurt and fear and anxiety can you accept those difficult things about yourself and only then can you start to change them.  So what keeps us from being honest with ourselves?  Maybe we can be vulnerable with pets because they just keep looking at us with love, no matter what we say, yet when we try to be honest with ourselves our brains talk back.  We judge ourselves.  We hold ourselves to a level of perfection or achievement or constancy that we would NEVER hold anyone else to (except maybe politicians of the opposing party).  I will admit that I have a really hard time being as honest in my journal as I know I should be because it’s all written down and someone may read it someday.  But isn’t that the point, Sherri?  Your flawed self is still pretty awesome.  Not perfect.  Not totally constant.  Certainly not lacking in contradiction.  But awesome nonetheless.

So back to the example of my weight loss journey over the past several months.  To be able to make the commitment that I needed to create a permanent change in my relationship with food, I had to begin with an honest look at the reasons why I had the relationship with food that I DID.  (No, I’m not going to get into that here!)  Understanding and accepting why I had gotten to the point that I had gotten to was that first critical step toward change.  It’s that way with any change, be it weight loss, a job change, a relationship change, any change of habit.  Weight Watchers starts the process by having you define your “Why?”  WHY do you want to lose weight?  Once you have the true “why” you can move on to looking at your priorities and what is keeping you from supporting that “why”.  I promise we’ll pick up there next time!

Authenticity

We are about to embark upon a multi-essay arc.  This arc will explore some areas of personal growth that I’ve wanted to plumb for quite a while.  And like all good multi-essay arcs, this one begins with chopping carrots.  I went to the grocery store early this morning, as has become my custom on a Friday.  Not too many folk are there before 8 am and stocking is usually good.  I got home, put the groceries away and decided to go ahead and cut up the carrots and celery.  I am, afterall, a Morning Person.  (This does not mean that I am necessarily pleasant to be around in the morning, as my college friends will emphatically tell you.  Just that I get more things done in the morning than in the afternoon or evening.)

As I chopped the carrots and celery, I was thinking about Things.  The thing most on my mind this morning was a major achievement from yesterday:  I weighed in at Weight Watchers at over 30 pounds total weight loss and reached my goal weight.  This is a Big F-ing Deal, folks!  For my entire adult life, my weight has been steadily moving in one direction.  I knew what I needed to do.  Losing weight isn’t rocket science.  It is a matter of commitment.  Not willpower; commitment.  Willpower is following a bizarre restriction diet for a period of time until you lose a pre-determined amount of weight.  Once the goal is reached, you relax said WillPower and the weight comes back on.  No, true sustainable weight loss requires commitment to a permanent change.  And commitment requires making a choice around priorities.  Making a change in your priorities requires first an understanding of what your current priorities truly are, which requires some honest introspection.  And honest introspection requires you to be authentic, first with yourself and then with others.  And so we begin.

Authenticity is not an easy thing.  Being truly authentic requires seeing yourself as you are, warts and all, and embracing what you see.  Not pretending faults aren’t there.  Not hoping some less than desirable traits will just change.  Not seeing yourself as you want to be but as you are.  Only then can you change what you want to change.  I have one of those snapshot memories with a co-worker from my Air Products days.  I was in a management role by this time and navigating through my naiveté about how The System worked vs. how I thought it worked or how I thought it should work.  It was exhausting.  This coworker was also a relatively new senior manager and put forth an image of steady perfection:  never a hair out of place; dressed to the 9’s; ramrod straight posture.  I made some comment about some common failing, like having days when you just didn’t feel like coming in and dealing with the day’s bullshit or something like that.  I laughed.  She looked me right in the eye and said, “I’ve never felt that way.”  I tilted my head sideways and looked again.  This time I saw the fear in her eyes—the kind of fear that most of us had every day that showing the littlest chink in your armor would cause the lions to pounce.  I don’t think she saw that in herself, though.  It was scary to admit that vulnerability to yourself, much less others.  But without embracing it and realizing that almost everyone else carried that fear somewhere, it would eat you up.  Remember that Mandela quote, “Courage is not the lack a fear; it’s rising above it.”

Several years ago I read the autobiography of Sonia Sotomayor, the Supreme Court Justice.  It had a huge impact on me. Not just because she overcame a very difficult childhood and young adulthood—so many accomplished people have had to overcome so much.  In fact, that is often what pushes them to such high achievement.  No, what struck me about the book was how she did not shy away from discussing all the ways she screwed up along her journey.  She made some serious mistakes along the way and STILL became incredibly accomplished!  What a revelation!  You don’t have to be perfect.  You just have to keep trying to get better.  One of Brene Brown’s favorite lines (yes, Brene AGAIN) is “I’m not here to BE right, I’m here to GET IT right.”  Sotomayor’s book spoke with an authentic voice I had never heard before and it inspired me.  When I am self-deprecating in my writing, it’s not really about injecting humor and certainly not about patting myself on the back for overcoming something difficult.  It’s about authenticity.  And hopefully encouraging others to not be afraid of finding their own true voice and embracing their whole selves—stupid mistakes, annoying traits, trials, all of it.

So, what is the journey to authenticity like and how do you get on it?  Well, I can only share my own journey.  And it is a long and painful one.  Mine required several rounds of therapy over the years made more difficult by first having to accept and embrace myself as a gay woman.  I also had to learn to accept parts of me that, while having improved over the years, are probably never going to go away.  One is a fear of being blindsided and the related paranoia that I’m doing something or not doing something or not seeing something that is going to result in my being shunned.  This came out of one of those traumatic grade school experiences that rocked me to my core.  I know that fear is still there.  But you know what else is there?  A profoundly developed sense of empathy that has served me very well, if irregularly, over the years.  See, that’s the key to authenticity.  When you embrace your whole true self, when you accept those things about you that probably won’t totally change, then you can find ways to compensate for those traits.  You can find ways to turn them into strengths; you can surround yourself in the workplace and in all aspects of life with people who have strengths that you lack; you can put voice to those traits with others AND constantly work to improve (remember: explanation is not excuse).

Back to my weight loss journey.  It’s now a week later and I’ve maintained for the first week.  Good start!  The journey began not with me listing what I had to do differently but with understanding what was keeping me from doing those things differently.  And THAT begin with authenticity—seeing myself as I am.  The next step:  identifying what my priorities truly are and what I then want them to be.  We’ll pick that up next time.

Resilience

The picture that accompanies this post is of a wild morning glory flower from a vine that popped up in an outdoor pot a couple of years ago.  Trish and I both love morning glories and every year she diligently nurtures plants from seeds or we buy young plants from a nursery.  We plant them indoors, in our sun room, and the vines wind up a series of drift wood pieces and trellises.  The delicate flowers bloom for just one day each, opening with the sun and closing by dusk.  The vines bloom from midsummer until early fall when they die back.  They never seem to regrow, so we start over each year. 

We have never been able to grow these plants outside, but wild vines do of course exist.  The vine in our outside pot probably originated with a seed in bird poop, deposited by one of the hundreds of birds that come to our feeders.  We were stunned when the flowers started to appear one year.  Not just that the vine grew and flowers bloomed, but that the vine was so prolific!  One day we counted five blooms on the one small vine!  And it punched out those flowers daily for months.  And it came back the next year.  And the next.  That, my friends, is resilience.  I marvel at that vine.  How does it not just survive but thrive under such difficult conditions?  And that thought, of course, got me to thinking about resilience in general.  It’s a struggle to be resilient under normal times; it is nearly impossible to find resilience these days.

Last time I wrote about my current difficulties in letting go of petty annoyances (some not so little) when I used to be able to let things roll off of me like proverbial water off a duck’s back.  That’s all about coping energy, something I have coached about often over the years.  And coping energy is strongly tied to resilience.  “Resilience” has a couple of useful definitions.  The first reads, “the capacity to recover quickly from difficulties; toughness.”  The second, “the ability of a substance or object to spring back into shape; elasticity.”  The second, of course, can apply to a human as well.  Much has been written on the topic of resilience and my thinking has been formed by lots of different thinkers (ok, mostly by Brene Brown, but you knew that).  What follows, though, is not a scholarly treatment.  They are my own musings.

When I was working, I often coached people on coping energy when the stress of the work environment got to someone.  This activity picked up in frequency when we moved from Air Products to Intertek, the former a comparatively slow paced R&D environment and the latter a fast-as-lightening contract lab.  I had to do no little amount of coaching on myself as well as others!  At first, my approach was to find out what seemed to be causing the most stress on someone and then see if I could find a way to reduce that stress by removing the stressor.  It could have been a project, a lab responsibility, a customer, or even a working relationship.  After a while, I realized that approach just didn’t work.  First, the same stressors did not have the same effect on other people.  Second, once I removed one stressor, another one took its place.  It wasn’t the environment, I realized, it was something about the person.

In some cases, the person’s temperament was just not suited to the environment.  No matter what we did, it just wouldn’t work.  Those people needed to move on and find an environment in which they could be successful.  But in most cases, the issue was resilience tied to a lack of coping energy.  When I wrote last time about how I seem to have lost the capability to keep certain stressors from getting to me, I put that in the context of having had, in the past, so many high impact stressors going at once that the more minor ones were easy to deal with.  That’s not exactly the right way to put it.  The reality was that I had developed some pretty impressive levels of coping energy along with some serious resilience—and I mean that in both definitions of the word.  The question for today is: how?  How did I build that resilient nature, how did I nurture it in others, and how can I get it back today?

As I’ve noodled over this for the last week or so, and listened to Brene’s podcasts, what crystallized in my mind was something that should be painfully obvious (but instead is just painful):  resilience comes from looking within, dealing with what you find there, embracing both your weaknesses and strengths, and paradoxically allowing yourself to not be resilient from time to time.  I remember some of those days while at Intertek.  I felt like the world was just caving in around me.  As the GM, I had to be careful to not show that to anyone else except a couple of trusted co-workers.  But I certainly would go into my office, put my head in my hands, and just shake for a while. 

The key is to not get stuck there.  You should allow yourself to feel, to absorb the difficulties and even to wallow in it for a bit.  But then realize that it’s not all hopeless; that there is a way out; that there ARE things you control; that you CAN do something and make progress.  “Courage is not the absence of fear,” said Nelson Mandela, “but the triumph over it.  The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.”  Similarly, resilience is not the absence of despair but the triumph over it.  Resilient people do not ignore a bad situation or act as if it’s not as bad as it truly is.  Resilience is recognizing the difficulty, being a little afraid, and plowing forward anyway, staying focused and knowing you just have to keep going.  You have it in you!  I know you do!

But you have to want resilience; you have to work for it.  Coping energy and resilience don’t just happen.  Sometimes, going through something really difficult shows you that you are stronger than you thought you were.  Sometimes experience alone teaches you the same lesson even if the situations were not dire.  Regardless, you have to do the hard work on yourself to accept who you are or who you have become and then put in the effort to change those things you don’t like so much about yourself.  And THAT comes down to Personal Accountability, one of my favorite hot buttons.  Resilient people have taken the time to do that navel gazing, understand and accept their flaws, and lean on their strengths and those around them to make things happen.  Believe me, I have learned all this stuff the hard way.

So, now each morning I look out the window and I see that wild morning glory vine punch out another flower or two and I marvel at the simple beauty and strength.  And I remember that resilience is hard won but worth the effort.  Especially these days.

Let It Go

This post is not in any way associated with the movie Frozen or the earworm song referenced in the title to this essay.  But now you’ve got that song stuck in your head anyway, don’t you?  You’re welcome.  Instead, this post is about my recent total inability to just freaking let things go.  Trish tells me I have a restless mind; my noodle is always working.  Writing helps me quiet the noodle, hence the blog.  Lately, though, I seem to have reached some crisis level in driving myself nuts over little things that I just can’t let go.  I have a very short fuse with issues that used to just roll off of me.  I thought it was time for some exploration.

Ideally, this essay would have a nice neat little arc.  I would discuss my righteous youth with a hair-thin trigger and then tell a series of stories that weave together my growth curve through my early adult years.  The story would then culminate with some wise words from my middle aged self about how I’ve become centered and calm, sitting quietly with my hands steepled under my chin as I gaze knowingly into the sunset.  Yeah, no.

The early part is right:  I was a Righteous Youth.  And by “youth” I mean into my 30’s.  I thought I knew it all as a teenager.  Then when I was in college, I realized how little I knew in my teen years; but now in college, NOW I understood.  Then when I finished grad school and started in the “real world” I realized how little I knew in school; but now that I was working, NOW I got it.  Somewhere in my 40’s I finally accepted that I did NOT know it all; nowhere close.  And that actually calmed me down a bit.

As my job responsibilities grew, I found that things that used to really set me off (some shift in geopolitics or an election; some co-worker totally dropping a critical ball or resigning; someone cutting me off in traffic) just evoked a shrug.  Been there, done that; I knew the world wouldn’t crumble.  My active noodle was otherwise occupied with a thousand little stressors and a few heavy duty ones—many with the kind of broad impact that keeps you up at night and gives you heartburn.  It was easy to let the little things go.  By the time I retired, not much could rile me up.  Not even getting fired.  I call it “Forced Perspective”.

Similarly, I learned that I could be a good facilitator, mediator or teacher as long as I didn’t have real skin in the game or feel deeply invested in the topic.  And since I had dramatically narrowed what I allowed myself to feel deeply about, I was able to coach my way around a lot of crises.  Something has happened, though, as I’ve detoxed from my professional years.  My formally work occupied noodle has had to find other things to chew on and boy has it found things!  For instance, I enjoy non-fiction because I love to learn and now I have the time to burrow down all kinds of rabbit holes to explore topics.  Back in the day, I just didn’t have the time and energy to pursue knowledge for fun.  I was just too busy.  But now!  Now if I read a Facebook post on Andrew Jackson, well, I dive headlong into the research to learn more about the man and President and why people find him fascinating and/or repulsive.  And, for good measure, I read about the disaster that was Andrew Johnson.  It’s not always such impressive stuff, though.  I have also recently dug into the origin of hotdogs and when the Phillie Phanatic first came on the scene.  (1977, for those interested.)  This knowledge searching is fun and gratifying!  It becomes a liability, though, when that knowledge searching is inspired by current events.

As a scientist, I go nuts over assumptions—particularly unfounded assumptions people make about data.  In case you haven’t noticed, we seem to have a current issue in this country about how to put data into any sort of useful or productive context, so my frequency of talking back to the TV has increased to a rather annoying level.  It used to just be my rolling commentary on pharma commercials.  (“I feel for people with ED or non-24 syndrome, but can you put some money into lowly antibiotics research?”)  Now, it’s constant talk back regarding the data around community spread, which actions make sense based on the data, and what the First Amendment REALLY says.  Yes, I have read the Constitution. And have a pocket version to refer back to when needed.  This is all creating a bit of tension around the house.

Everything is compounded now.  It’s the pandemic along with the economy along with a reckoning on centuries-old systemic racism all layered with divisive politics in an election year that is only going to get worse from here.  I hear and read things that just make me shake my head with thoughts of “how do they not GET this?” but it just doesn’t STOP there.  I used to pride myself on being able to “listen to understand” but these days I just “listen to refute and convince”.  I seem to have lost the ability to maintain a healthy sense of perspective and I don’t like that about myself one bit.  I can’t let it go.

So then all sorts of little things start getting to me again:  when our torty cat, Bridget, sticks her face in my plate; when teenagers make too much noise in the cul-de-sac (“Get off my lawn!”); when I see someone at the grocery store with their mask below their nose; when I get tailgated (man, I really thought I was past that last one!).  Then Friday night, after another day of all of this crap, I started scrolling through Facebook.  I happened on the recorded live feed of Kabbalat Shabbat services from my old synagogue.  There was my rabbi, with his guitar.  I turned on the sound.  And watched.  And sang and prayed along.  And breathed deeply.  And just….let it all go.  Gaining perspective is a hard fight; it’s even harder to maintain when your coping energy is tapped out.  Recognize that strain within yourself.  It’s probably there, right below the surface.  Try to not stay stuck for too long.  Find whatever will help you let go.  There might be hope for us all yet.

Explanation is Not Excuse

This is an essay about rage and compassion through the lens of pain.  Now THAT’S an ambitious sentence!  I mentioned last time that lately I’ve been struggling with what to write about for this blog, but that I’ve been writing furiously elsewhere about what’s been swirling in our topsy turvy world.  I wrote an essay a couple of weeks ago entitled Rage in the Age of COVID 19.  I didn’t publish it because, first, it was just too long and, second, it was entirely too raw.  I, myself, was raging and that was even before the name George Floyd became known worldwide.  Now, however, pain has laid its blanket over the rage and that has let more compassion seep in.  It just breaks my heart to see how much pain there is in our world.

I am not trying to solve any big hairy problems in 1500 words (ok, closer to 2000 this time).  I promise.  What I want to do is try to understand, hence the title of this essay.  I am not going to excuse anyone’s behavior, be they looters or police or white supremacists or antifacists or just angry everyday people who end up doing unexpected things.  I want to try to understand them.  I’ve written before about the importance of making sure you know what the real problem is that you’re trying to solve.  Well, striving to understand is the first step toward identifying the right problem.  In fact, it’s a prerequisite.  And a little compassion along the way makes the whole process possible. 

I am not, by the way, going to discuss peaceful protesters.  They require no explanation nor excuse.  They are exercising their First Amendment rights.  (Even that has its limits, though.  You can’t yell “Fire!” in a crowded theater, meaning you can’t hide behind the First Amendment to incite a riot and violence.)  That doesn’t mean you need to agree with them.  It just means they have a right to protest peacefully in public places without fear of the government limiting what they say.  That’s why the neo-Nazis and KKK can march peacefully and legally, if they are able to keep their rhetoric in check.  “I may not agree with a word you say,” paraphrasing Evelyn Beatrice Hall in Friends of Voltaire, “but I will defend to the death your right to say it.”  The First Amendment also does not say you can say anything you want without consequence.  Private companies can set up their own rules and do.  Twitter can take down a tweet or flag it if it violates their policies.  That is not a violation of the First Amendment.  It does remind us all, though, of the need to accept the consequences of our actions—be it speech or otherwise.

Understanding my own rage  As I noted above, I’ve been raging a lot lately about COVID 19.  Injustice Rage.  In the beginning of this pandemic, we were all scared to death because of the rapidly changing situation and lack of knowledge.  We all felt vulnerable.  We all (mostly) obeyed stay at home orders.  We all got judgey on people who disobeyed those orders.  We were in it together.  Then more data started to come out regarding the disproportionate impact of the virus on the elderly and on certain minority communities.  Especially for the latter, the issue was a combination of lack of access to good healthcare (which can lead to compromised immune systems), poorly funded education systems (which can lead to poverty), densely populated communities with few basic services and often the need to continue putting themselves out there as minimum wage service workers.  Immediately we began to see how little financial cushion people in service roles had, many of whom lost their jobs and swelled the unemployment ranks along with food lines.  My heart broke, but my rage built.  How many blows do people have to take?  How can you be expected to succeed with a metaphorical knee on your neck?

My Injustice Rage morphed into COVID Rage, though, when I began to see the protests to reopen (after a couple of measly weeks of being asked to stay home to break the chain of contagion).  Look, I didn’t like not being able to get my haircut or go to the gym, either, but what really got to me was the Entitlement Rage.  I saw small business owners who were really suffering and I understand their rage.  But the camouflage wearing, gun toting angry men who also were waving Confederate flags and sporting swastikas?  What THAT said to me was, “The virus is not affecting me.  I’m not elderly and I’m not black or latino.  This is America which means I should be able to do what I want.”  That lack of caring for community really got to me.  It also pissed me off because the defining characteristic of these hard hit communities is not race:  it’s poverty and systemic disenfranchisement that happens to be overly pushed on people of color.  You know what?  These same systemic issues are keeping lots of white people living paycheck to paycheck as well. Yet much of the time these white communities blame and victimize immigrants and communities of color who are suffering the same problems instead of blaming the people and systems that do the victimizing!  In fact, they tend to vote for them! The debates over reopening continued and tensions and my rage rose.  And then George Floyd died under the knee of a Minneapolis policeman.

The Rage of the Rioters and Looters  Let me first say that the rioters and looters are not by any means a homogeneous group.  Some are just bad people looking to take advantage of a situation to blow off steam and steal.  Some are there specifically to incite because the riots advance some ideological aim.  Some are peaceful protesters laboring under strain that I can’t even begin to imagine. 

I was just a little girl when the Stonewall Riots happened in New York in 1969 but I can understand how a bunch of gay and trans people who just wanted to have a night out with people like them got damn tired of getting raided and thrown in jail for just being themselves.  “I’m just being a normal person and having a good time that isn’t hurting anyone!  You wouldn’t be doing this to a straight person doing exactly the same thing!  WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING?!”  At some point, you can’t hold the rage in anymore and you fight back. 

Have you never just had ENOUGH and lost your cool?  Imagine that stressor not being focused and short term but being with you and your kind for generations.  Imagine it happening day after day after day, year after year after year.  Imagine it happening to you and everyone like you but NOT happening to others, who looked different than you, doing the exact same thing.  Imagine all that rage of the injustice mixing with the exhaustion.  “If the color of my skin is seen as a weapon,” read a sign I saw at a protest, “I will never be considered unarmed.” If police see dark skin and immediately think “bad person,” harassment (or worse) is going to happen.   My parents taught me to respect authority but they never had to sit me down and have The Talk that said, “Even if you do everything right, you still have a high probability of being mistreated.”  If I’m a black teen and I’m sitting in my car doing whatever stupid stuff teenagers do in their car and I’m hauled out and harassed by police when my white friends aren’t, I just might get so tired of it and so frustrated that I start mouthing off.  You just. Get. ENRAGED. You don’t want to lose your cool but when something snaps, it snaps. 

And if you are in the midst of a crowd sharing and amplifying your emotion, you might end up busting the window of a police car, or a storefront, or going into a busted store and grabbing something just because you can, or setting something on fire.  Just to feel some power; some control.  Explanation is not excuse, but it’s the first step to identifying the real problem and solving it.

The Rage of the Police  Just as looters and rioters are not a homogeneous group, neither are police.  Some are frankly racist and corrupt and they are not routinely rooted out because of longstanding cultural and systemic issues that lead other police to be complicit.  And sometimes extreme force is warranted.  And cops do indeed get shot and killed on duty. 

I want to focus on your average cop, though.  Imagine that you have a job that requires you to regularly go into unknown and volatile situations.  Your training has taught you that you are an officer of the peace and you’ve been trained to deescalate tense situations, but you’ve also been armed with military grade gear and been conditioned to consider yourself a warrior.  You’ve been shot at or know colleagues who have been.  You take a serious risk every day you go to work and you never know if the next call you go on is going to be your last.  Add to this the fact that consistent defunding of a range of social services has placed a very broad array of response needs on your shoulders—everything from dealing with mentally ill homeless to rounding up stray dogs.  Any situation can turn deadly dangerous in seconds.  Your fear can heighten your sensitivity.  And when you are being taunted, that fear can combine with anger and become rage that makes you react.  You shoot someone who you thought was threatening you.  Or you push back on a taunting protester.  Or you use the defining characteristic of race because that’s what you can see.  You do whatever you feel you have to do to ensure your own safety.  “Better to be judged by 12 than carried by 6” said an officer I heard interviewed recently.  And these are people who have been trained to control their emotions and deescalate!  Explanation is not excuse, but it’s the first step to identifying the real problem and solving it.

I must say, though, that what disturbed me most about George Floyd’s death was that the officer with his knee on Floyd’s neck was not raging.  The casualness, the hand in the pocket, the lack of concern about being filmed, the utter calmness on his face.  THAT is not rage.  THAT has neither explanation nor excuse.  That is criminal.

I have been accused in the past of being wishy washy or oppositional by countering people’s arguments with what I see as the perspective of the other side.  I don’t do that to be argumentative.  I do it because no one is 100% right nor 100% wrong.  We need to learn to understand, truly understand, someone else’s position because we must do that to find common ground.  Remember, YOUR world is not THE world.  So, in these difficult days, start by understanding the source of your own rage.  Then, find the compassion to understand the source of others’ rage.  There is always pain behind it.  Explanation is not excuse.  But the solution comes with alleviating pain, not causing more of it.