Sighs and Hallelujahs Stories and thoughts about the adventures of life without arms

25Jan/121

An Ocean of Goldfish

What do I do when I feel like a goldfish with a fake shark fin on?  How do I handle feeling totally unprepared for the task at hand (no pun intended)?

I look around.  I see others all around me with their fake shark fins on.  Even Doro from Finding Nemo understood this: "This is the Ocean, silly, we're not the only two in here."

Except that the ocean we're in is completely full of scared, alone and tired goldfish that are afraid of being exposed.  See that shark fin belted on to that guy?

What struck me most about feeling like a fraud in the story I told in my previous post was that I felt this way in a work context.  There are many areas in life where I claim absolutely no level of intelligence -- areas like fashion, auto mechanics, and pop culture (I confused Elton John and Billy Joel last week!).  But, at work I tend to feel fairly competent and confident.  I've been in the fundraising business for 12 years, I'm a fairly intelligent guy and I work my ass off.  So, that combination means I tend to succeed at work.  I didn't feel that way in this case, though, and it completely threw me off.

Why do I mention this? Because those sharks that you see every day at work, school or on the athletic field are operating in their area of strength.  And, in witnessing that, we've all become convinced that we're the only fake sharks swimming in the ocean.

Truth is, however, that each and every one of us is toting that fake shark fin along within some aspect of our lives.  Kobe Bryant is a shark on the basketball court, but apparently is an f-ing goldfish when it comes to marriage.  Many scientists are goldfish when it comes to social settings.  And, the guy giving that amazing sales presentation?  Yeah, he's a goldfish of a dad when he's at home.

When I was young the local paper came out and did a feature article on me -- including great photos like these:

Besides the fact that I was pretty damn cute back then (!), the thing that I remember most about that article was that my mom was quoted as saying something to the effect of -- "Everyone has a disability.  It's just that Greg's is visible."

This is exactly what I'm getting at.  "Yes, sir, you may have arms that allow you to reach that can of spaghetti sauce on the grocery store shelf and I can appreciate that because I need your help to put one of those in my basket.  But, friend, I bet you're feeling pretty un-shark-worthy is some other aspect of life right now."

See?  Just because I feel alone, small and incompetent doesn't mean that I should run and hide.  Where can I go to hide anyway?  In another school of goldfish?  This entire earth is full of us.

Instead, I've learned to admit my "fake shark fin" moments and to just be a goldfish that needs help.  Here are a few examples of what that means for me, specifically around my disability:

  • That spaghetti sauce example?  I probably did something like that last week.  I'm not afraid to ask strangers to help reach items on higher shelves at the grocery store.
  • Admitting that I'm tired and could use some help.  I can cut a steak at a restaurant, it just takes some time.  Last week, though, I asked a co-worker to help me with the task in order to make it easier.
  • Making my friends and family aware of my needs and limitations.  No need to disguise the fact that I can't use the restroom on an airplane when you're lecturing me about the need to drink more water.  "See this fake shark fin?," I ask?

These are just a few examples, of course.  What areas will you admit your goldfish-ness in?  Relationships, addiction, spirituality?

What's refreshing is that in risking seeing ourselves for the f-ing goldfish that we really are, we often find others who reach up and pull down their shark fin.  And, the relief clearly shows on their faces as they recognize they've encountered someone who's honest and real.

Try it - you'll be amazed of how many goldfish are out there!

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15Feb/100

Moments

These past couple weeks have been odd times, combining busyness at work, trying to catch up on reading for classes and illness. Mixed in there was time with friends, hosting a Super Bowl party and a great evening of food, conversation and basketball spent with my cousin, Bradd.

Overall, though, it's easy to summarize these past couple weeks as chaotic. Symbolized by the fact that I skipped posting last week, at some level I've just been keeping my head above water. Basic survival at its finest!

I don't offer this as an excuse or to earn your pity. First, it's my blog -- so I don't need a great excuse for skipping a week! :) And, instead of pity, I hope you'll join me in finding the special moments within your life that is undoubtedly busy as well.

Let's explore this a bit further. A couple weeks ago I wrote about finding beauty in the struggle and this post will follow closely in it's footsteps, because these "moments" that I speak of are the places in my life where I've recently found great joy (and even a bit of rest) in the midst of the chaos.

I won't get into the ugly details, but suffice it to say that these past couple weeks have had me jumping from one urgent task to the next. Nothing like attending to whatever is on fire at the moment! (But, this type of approach to life led me to spend the last several nights sleeping in the guest bed simply because I didn't want to take the time to put sheets on the master bed. I hope you can see the humor in this as I do; especially, as today I recognized all this led to was having to change the sheets on TWO beds!).

In all of this, though, there have been special moments where I've escaped from the hamster wheel to appreciate this life I'm living. Here are a few examples from this past weekend:

- This afternoon I ran two errands, both in preparation for my upcoming client meetings this week. Instead of rushing through them, though, I was surprised by the sun and I enjoyed my time driving and cleaning out my car in the spring-like Seattle weather.

- Tonight I took a study break to make a quick meal. In granting myself a break without the imminent pressure to get back to reading, I made a great salad and leisurely enjoyed a glass of wine with my meal.

- Throughout the weekend I took time to connect with friends and family, even if just through phone calls and texts. A call from my 3-year old niece was easily the most surprising and enjoyable connection of the weekend!

- I've always been a multi-tasker, so I've had the Olympics on the TV over the past couple of days as I've studied, worked and done chores around the house. The stories and events have been a nice means of escape, even if only for a few seconds at a time.

These are the moments that I speak of. The special times where I pause to appreciate the details within the mundane and necessary tasks that fill my day. This is my life's struggle -- to find happiness in the day-to-day tasks. And, this weekend I did well!

I hope you, too, can pause and appreciate those times and places where you can smell the precious scent of life and taste the sweetness of being human,.

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3Aug/095

Why do I do all this?

Why do I do all this?
Double-digit hours at work, followed by seemingly endless studies.
Factor in errands and relationships and my schedule feels like Escher’s staircase.
No reprieve and little rest.
Certainly very little space to simply be.
Be the image of God. Be playful. Be present. Be me.

Who am I trying to impress?
Myself? Not impressed, just tired and worn out.
God? He’d be more impressed if I just rested in faith.
You? Maybe. So, how am I doing so far?

Oh, how I enjoy the pat on the back or the kudos of a job well done.
I thrive on that, it seems.
Work becomes a place for me to prove that “I can.”
If only through working more hours or saying the right thing.
“You’ll see,” I say. “My disability can’t stop me.”

So, why grad school?
Yes, I thought God was calling me.
Either he changed his mind or I missed his call the first time.
Either way, what compels me to study and write after most folks have retired for the night?
Will you be impressed if I stay up reading after midnight and, then, am in the office at 8 a.m.?
Does a high GPA entice you to like me more?
Once again, I’ve got something to prove.
Nothing is going to stop me – even if my sanity and soul are at risk in the pursuance.

But, very little do I pursue life.
Friend, you know when I’m pursuing life.
I make time for you – to enjoy a meal together, to drink a bottle of wine, to laugh.
But, it feels that those times are too few and too rushed.
I must get back to impressing you.
Sorry to check out, but I need to be productive.

What am I producing, though?
Memos, papers, arrogance.
There is very little time for things like intimacy, conversation, play and the like.
If you’ve experienced that with me, then welcome.
Welcome to the real Greg.
Welcome to the guy that’s stepped out of the hamster wheel, if only temporarily.
Welcome to me being. And, thank you for allowing for that.

Well, it’s late and I must get back to reading.
I must, or else you might not be impressed.

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