Tuesday, April 26, 2011

30 Before 30

Hello readers!  I'm doing something a little different for this post, but I think it still ties in with my overall goal for this blog: to help myself and (hopefully) others negotiate sensitivity with the pressures that accompany ambition.  We should not allow our sensitivity to prevent us from pursuing our goals.  Half of the battle is knowing what you want to accomplish; that's where the bucket list comes in.  My roommate Maggie and I decided to make lists of 30 things we want to accomplish by the time we're 30; that gives both of us about six years.  The key to making a list like this is to take it seriously but not too seriously.  I would recommend choosing some things you know you can accomplish and some things you would love to accomplish regardless of their feasibility.  I hope that you enjoy my list and Maggie's list (link is below), and I especially hope that you make one of your own!

Emily's 30 Before 30
1.      Work or intern for a publishing company

2.      Make and keep 10 new friends

3.      Find and keep a good man

4.      Write a nonfiction essay I’m proud of

5.      Get said essay published in a literary magazine

6.      Place in a writing contest

7.      Learn to play guitar tablature

8.      Learn to play bar chords

9.      Take the GRE

10.  Take a road trip with friends

11.  Volunteer again

12.  Go to India for at least a week

13.  Go to an Iron & Wine concert

14.  Go to a Fleet Foxes concert

15.  Read 100 books I've never read before

16.  See the Sistine Chapel in person

17.  Sing a complete solo in front of a group of at least 100 people

18.  Take a hip-hop dance class

19.  Watch all of Audrey Hepburn’s movies

20.  Relearn some piano

21.  Run a 5k

22.  Complete and successfully adhere to a budget

23.  Make an edible pie from scratch

24.  Visit someone/people in my dad’s family

25.  Visit my godmother in Dallas

26.  Buy something really nice for my parents

27.  Make 30 mixed CDs to give as gifts

28.  Correspond in some way with Rob Sheffield

29.  Ride on a plane by myself

30.  Feel infinite

Sunday, April 17, 2011

The Pursuit

The Declaration of Independence tells us that we are entitled to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, but I have never understood the correlation between independence and pursuit.  Perhaps I am going about the whole thing incorrectly, but the act of pursuing happiness (more specifically, all those things which I believe will make me happy) makes me feel utterly dependent rather than liberated.  Lately I have been feeling especially ruled by this impetus to chase, and the effects of obeying this impetus are a bit troubling to me.  It's akin to being a passenger in your own car in that you have clearly given someone else permission to drive but you are acutely aware that you are not truly in control.  The reality is that none of us are truly in control of our lives, a fact evinced by such events as the Virginia Tech massacre four years ago yesterday, Hurricane Katrina, the earthquakes in Japan, September 11, etc.  Barring forces of nature and senseless acts committed by fellow human beings, however, we essentially map the trajectories of our own lives.  I am interested in our reasons for mapping them in the countless various ways we do.  I am interested in pursuing the concept of pursuit.

I do not want to live in New York City, and even if I wanted to, I do not think my personality or bank account are suited for it.  Why, then, have I applied for publishing jobs smack dab in the core of the Big Apple?  I don't know.  Let me put you on hold so you can ask my boss, Pursuit.  Pursuit says that I will not be happy until I find a career in a field for which I have an aptitude and a passion (apparently Pursuit likes to use confusing sentence structures), and all the editing/publishing jobs are in NYC.  The truth is that I do not think I will get any of these jobs anyway, but now that I have gone and done the thing, I am inevitably invested in the possibility that I will.  No one does something to get null results; action is predicated on the expectation of reaction, be it positive or negative.  Something will change when I hear back from the companies I applied to: I will either prepare myself for interviews and reexamine the idea of moving or I will know that it wasn't meant to be after all.  The key is that I will have learned something.  If I had never applied in the first place, I would be left wondering if I was cheating myself out of a different, a happier, future.  Thomas Jefferson was no fool.  He knew that "happiness" needed a modifier, that even if we were entitled to it and were given it on a silver platter, we would not believe we had it anyway.  We report to Pursuit because we, each one of us, chose him as our boss.  We resist taking a chance on Chance because she works for, and against, everyone.  Pursuit is a paycheck and Chance is the lottery.  As Conor Oberst of Bright Eyes sings, "I'd rather be working for a paycheck than waiting to win the lottery."

The underlying assumption of this choice between Pursuit and Chance is that we want happiness.  If we didn't want to be happy, we wouldn't bother working or waiting for anything.  We wouldn't feel dependent or hopeful or in any way let down if our actions or inactivity resulted in a displeasing consequence.  I don't think any of us want to live this way, even in our darkest moments.  Unhappiness is closer to happiness than is apathy.  As with all things, moderation is key.  I know it's cliche, but it's true.  Maybe our best bet is to employ both Pursuit and Chance and, in so doing, realize that in choosing which to employ, we assert our independence.  In the midst of my pursuit of a career, a good man, a purpose, I will try to give Chance the wheel occasionally.  The next time someone asks you "Who's the boss?", you may answer "Tony Danza" (because you are so witty) or "the pursuit."  But it's you, dear friend.  It's you.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Strength out of Weakness

Yesterday was one of those days: a day seemingly designed to reveal all of my weaknesses, to water the weeds and leave the flowers dry.  It started when my aunt, who is also my boss at her law office, gave me a task I didn't know how to do.  Rather than immediately admit this and ask for help, I sat and stewed, growing increasingly frustrated and angry with her, the work and especially myself.  When I finally did ask her for help, I did so in a defensive way, as if she had given me the task to test my ability to figure it out on my own.  After she helped me and I apologized for my defensiveness, I was able to complete the task and even found it enjoyable.  Later, I went to handbell practice at my church.  I have been playing handbells for almost a decade, so I consider myself a fairly advanced player.  In one piece I have to quickly change bells with my left hand, and during a run-through last night I did not play the second bell exactly as it should be played.  My director corrected me in a nice way: "Be sure to make a good circle, Emily."  The next time we played that section, I played it properly and she said, "That's much better, Emily."  When we took a moment's break before resuming practice, I could not stop myself from saying with an edge, "The reason I did not play it properly is because I have to do a really fast bell change there.  It's a really hard part and I usually get it right.  Just thought you should know that."  My director acknowledged the difficulty of the part and we moved on.  In hindsight I realize that my statement was completely unnecessary; in our choir and everywhere, we all make mistakes and are corrected for them.  Sometimes we feel that we are justified in making these mistakes, sometimes we are angry that others' mistakes remain unnoticed when ours do not, and yet usually we have to bite our tongues, take the criticism and move on.  My defensiveness in this instance did nothing but draw attention to my mistake and to my defensiveness.  As these examples indicate, my greatest weakness is my pride.  I dislike asking for help and, to an even greater degree, I dislike receiving it without asking for it; in other words, the only thing worse than surrendering my own pride is having it taken from me.

Here is my question: are our greatest weaknesses inevitably millstones, things that weigh us down and prevent us from soaring?  If our greatest weakness is pride (and I think it is for most of us), this question is a hard one to answer.  A person with no pride is a person with no sense of self, or at least no allegiance to self.  If we do not take pride in anything we are or do, we have no identity, and without identity we are as good as dead.  In order to answer this question, then, I think we need to reexamine the concepts of weakness and strength.  We have all heard that our greatest weaknesses are also our greatest strengths, and we have also heard that strength is the opposite of weakness.  Is it possible for both of these statements to be true?  Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote that "our strength grows out of our weaknesses", a statement which indicates that it is possible.  In fact, it suggests that it is not only possible; it is necessary.  Strength and weakness are not one and the same, but strength must arise from weakness.  Weakness is the only origin of strength just as fear is the only origin of courage.  If there is nothing to fear, one cannot be brave; similarly, if there is no opportunity for pride, one cannot be humble.  False humility is worse than pride because pride is at least authentic.  True humility is the acknowledgement and subsequent overcoming of pride rather than a denial of pride's existence.  The irony of false humility is that it is weakness borne of weakness.  If we do not acknowledge the original weakness, it will only breed more weakness.

The key, then, is to understand one's own trouble trait well enough to know when its application is justified and unjustified.  If you struggle as I do with pride, stand up for yourself when you feel you need to and swallow your pride when you don't.  Ironically, sometimes humility means shutting your mouth and sometimes it means opening it.  I learned yesterday (a lesson I have admittedly "learned" countless times) that asking for help does not eradicate pride; if anything, it enables it.  After asking my aunt for help, I was able to take pride in the work she assigned me.  Of course, we will always struggle with our weaknesses, and none of us will be able to overcome them every time they rear their heads.  We are only human, after all.  Let's act like humans, then.  Let's apologize and forgive, never forgetting that our ability to forgive grows out of our ability to apologize.