Apologies for the deafening silence. I’m still reading a lot but I don’t feel inspired to write about what I’m reading. I have been sharing other sources of happiness and inspiration with the people around me. I figured I can share some of them with you. The inspiration might come from a book, but it can also be a podcast, a YouTube video, music, or a combination of these things.
I’m kicking this off with a podcast. The series is called “A Bit of Optimism” and it’s Simon Sinek’s podcast. I listened to several episodes that seemed interesting from the title and they were all worth saving.
The guests are writers or speakers or business leaders, or people who are a combination of these things. There’s also an episode with his sister that deserves a strong trigger warning and that is both heartbreaking and mesmerizing.
The episode I want to highlight is the one with Brené Brown. Brené is best known for her books “Daring Greatly” and “Braving the Wilderness”, as well as for her TED talks about vulnerability. In the podcast, Brené and Simon talk about their books, vulnerability, the infinite game, and more. The topics they discuss are interesting and worth exploring. But the best thing about the podcast is how they go about discussing their differences of opinion.
Both are respectful towards the other person and their ideas. They genuinely listen when the other person is talking. They also clearly enjoy challenging each other and being challenged by the other person. I listened to the whole thing three times and it made me smile every time.
I’m writing! It’s been a long time. There was, or is, a lot going on in my life and I didn’t have the motivation and clarity of mind to write. It’s interesting how we fool ourselves with fallacies about what needs fixing when we’re feeling not quite right. Some people get married, others have a kid. Thankfully, neither of those are realistic options for me. The way I tried to deal with it was by focusing on being busy and fixing some external “problems”. While ultimately ineffective, some good things came out of that too. I have three new pairs of jeans that both fit me and aren’t falling apart. A pretty good result and I got some shopping spree endorphins to go with them.
What got me back on track is taking time. Time to think and feel. No running (away), no workout, no online shopping, no phone, and not even a book. It’s amazing how much clarity a bit of stillness can bring. But enough about me. I also read a book that inspired me to write again. Can’t Hurt Me, by David Goggins can’t and shouldn’t be classified as a self-help book. It’s closer to a self-destruct book.
Goggins had an extremely difficult childhood, courtesy of his abusive father, the poverty he and his mum lived in after escaping, and the racism he faced. You can’t expect someone who lives through all of that to grow up and be “average”. After struggling for a while and living as an exterminator working nights he decides he wants to join the navy seals. He is turned down a couple of times, but eventually, he finds a recruiter who believes in him. He has to get fit and lose a lot of weight in a short amount of time. He finds the courage and the stamina, and also the craziness to do it. What he achieved even before joining the seals was technically impossible, and yet he did it. This sets you up nicely for the rest of the book.
He goes through grueling training to become a seal three times. The first time he catches pneumonia (not surprising if you read what trainees have to endure), the second time he breaks his kneecap. The third time he makes it through. He works extremely hard and wants to be the best at what he does. He prefers working out over socializing and drinking. I can’t help but admire that and even identify with it.
My ability to identify with David Goggins pretty much ends there though. For the noblest of reasons, he gets up to all these crazy ideas and challenges. He runs 100km mostly unprepared. He’s not just not trained to run 100km. He also doesn’t have the right equipment and hasn’t looked into what one should eat and drink to fuel while trying to run 100km. He finishes the race, a massive achievement, but he’s on the brink of kidney failure. Then he runs a more difficult 100km trail race without trail running shoes. Again, he manages to finish it. The reason he runs both these 100km races is to get into the Badwater Ultra Marathon to raise a lot of money for a military charity. The goal is lofty and his willingness to suffer for it is beyond what can and should be expected from a person.
There are several more examples in the book like the ones above. In all of these examples Goggins is able to push himself beyond any (healthy) boundary and in a lot of them, he is underprepared. In a way it’s impressive. He’s truly a master of his mind. But being underprepared over and over again feels pointless and unnecessary.
His book is very popular and I can’t help but feel that it’s dangerous. I’m a big fan of stepping out of your comfort zone and pushing yourself to try new things. However, someone reading the book might feel that
You don’t need to prepare for a serious or dangerous undertaking, all you need is to master your mind
You can push yourself beyond any healthy limit and you won’t die or even be left with permanent damage to your health if you are determined enough
Especially in the hands of kids like the young David Goggins, these feel like dangerous assumptions.
All in all, it was a reasonably enjoyable read, but if you have kids who put a lot of pressure on themselves anyway I’d keep them away from this book.
We all have a maximum amount of success, happiness, and love that we think we deserve. If we surpass that perceived Upper Limit in any of those areas, we will do something that brings us down to a level that we feel comfortable with. That is the premise of The Big Leap by Gay Hendricks.
Do you know these moments when you are relaxed, have no urgent worries and are fully present? For a moment you can feel perfectly happy. Usually, that moment doesn’t last long. Our mind will start wandering and we’ll realize that we should be putting the thrash out, or water the plants. Or we start worrying about a work deadline. What would it take to extend that moment of happiness?
When we are in a harmonious relationship and we feel an abundance of love for our partner, we find it very challenging to hold on to that feeling. We start looking for used cups left on a desk or stinky socks on the bathroom floor. Anything to give us an excuse to get into a squabble. Bickering will certainly pop the fairy tale bubble and get us back to reality, where we feel comfortable.
When we are financially successful or successful in our job we might make a rash investment or start criticizing our colleagues. You get the idea. The challenge of The Big Leap is to become aware of your upper limit problem and to learn to catch yourself when you are doing something, or even better, when you are about to do something, to bring yourself down in any area of your life. The ultimate goal, or Universal Success Mantra, is to “expand in abundance, success, and love every day, as we inspire those around us to do the same”.
This might feel over the top and a bit too lofty to you. It does to me. But apart from the big shiny mantra, I do think Gay Hendricks has got us sussed out. We get in our own way to avoid having to live up to our full potential. We don’t believe that we are fast, strong, smart, or special enough to deserve what we secretly desire. We might not even know what it is that we desire.
Do you dare to dream big and out loud? What would you like to do, achieve, or have? Are you actively working towards getting there? Do you have a plan and have you reached out to people who might be able to help? Writing this made me realize that the answer to most of these questions is “no” for me. The goals that I dare to admit I have are either modest or have been there for some time without significant progress to show for them. Don’t get me wrong. I’m doing very well. I have a great job and I work for the best company in the world, I’m enjoying working out a lot and I’m reading more than I dare to admit here. But I already have all of these things and there’s an opportunity to push myself more. I’ll share some of my goals or dreams to give you an idea of what I’m talking about.
Run 10km in under 50 minutes. I’ve done this in the past and I can probably do this right now if I would be willing to suffer through it. I’m mostly scared of trying and the amount of suffering involved so I started another training program to get even more ready. I should think about aiming higher.
Balance in a handstand. Why? Just because. There’s a lot of work to be done on this one. I’m enjoying the work and I like the goal. Getting there won’t be life-changing but it’s fun.
Learning to play the piano. I started this 2 years ago. Having first heard and then told myself all my life that while I love music I have absolutely no talent for making music, I’m constantly battling a fixed mindset that tells me I will never be any good. It takes all my discipline not to write that while I absolutely love it, I’m still no good at it. There we go, I managed to sneak it in. I feel relieved but I’ll play worse because of it. A classic example of getting in my own way.
Write more. This has been a topic on and off for a long time. One of the actions I took to make this a reality was to start this blog four years ago. It was a good step. I’ve been able to improve my writing and I still enjoy the journey. I also regularly get to write for work, which makes me feel like I write “for the greater good”. Not for world peace or equality for all. But I get to represent the company and aim to get people engaged in an offering or an initiative, invested in a result, or excited about learning and growing together. I love that challenge and the clear purpose and flow that comes with it. I would still like to write more and I’m still stuck on not knowing what it is that I would like to write. Back to the drawing board. Or writing table.
So where does all this leave us, and me? Reading The Big Leap with an open mind will get you thinking. Even if you don’t want to follow the author to the summit of the journey, the book can provide a proverbial kick up the behind to step out of your comfort zone and think about ways in which you can push yourself more. Writing this post helped me to structure the ideas I had after reading the book and gave me some new insights. I will think about my next steps and I will challenge myself to be bolder in both setting goals and realizing them.
The beginning of The Book Thief by Markus Zusak is one of heartbreak and despair. It’s January 1939 and we’re on a train that’s on its way to Munich. We’re traveling with a 9-year-old girl, her mother, and her younger brother. All of them are cold, sick, and hungry. The mother is bringing her children to a foster family in Munich in the hope it will give them a chance at a better life. Unfortunately, the boy never makes it. He dies on the train.
The family is taken off the train at the next town by two guards. Two days later, the boy is buried there. It’s where the book thief steals her first book. It’s her most prized possession, even if she can’t read. Even if the book is a grave digger’s handbook. After the funeral, the girl and her mother continue on the journey to Munich, where Liesel Meminger meets Rosa and Hans Hubermann, her foster parents.
The narrator of the book is Death. I don’t mean that the narrator died. The narrator is Death itself. Death was never far away in those years, so it’s quite convenient to have him narrate the book. He was there anyway. His unusual point of view gives the book and the story something special.
After the painful start, you expect the entire book to be full of heartbreak. That’s not the case. A significant part of the book is about learning to read, being a family, making friends, accordions, helping those who need help and making more friends. I did read most of it with my teeth clenched, expecting the world to end any moment now. It meant that I had to pace myself through the book.
The book is beautifully written. But in the end, the world does end. Most of it anyway. The second to last chapter made me cry the most. It also felt awfully short. I wanted to read much more about it. I wish I had known Liesel and Hans Hubermann and Max. They were able to create joy and beauty under terrible circumstances. They defied the harshness of the world around them and continued to be kind, to love music and reading and life. And they shared these gifts with others where and when they could. They gave hope in a hopeless time.
The Art of Possibility by Rosamund Stone Zander and Benjamin Zander describes twelve practices. As so often I was fascinated and inspired by the first half of the book. While most of the practices weren’t completely new to me, the build-up to them and the angle from which they are introduced made me feel excited about trying them.
I don’t think the practices in the second half of the book are less valuable. Maybe I was too impatient. Maybe I should have paused my reading of the book to let the meaning of it and the ideas in it sink in. Or maybe the practices that are discussed in the first half happened to have been closer aligned to the challenges that interest me most right now.
The chemistry between Ros and Ben is clear, even in the writing. The completely different angles from which they approach life and this book lift each other up. The back and forths are highly enjoyable and I wish I could have a conversation with the two of them. Their writing is joyous and inspirational. I hope they are as happy together as they seem to be.
The most important rule described in the book is rule number 6. I’ll share the story that introduces rule number 6 in full. Two prime ministers are sitting in a room discussing affairs of state. Suddenly a man bursts in, apoplectic with fury, shouting and stamping and banging his fist on the desk. The resident prime minister admonishes him: “Peter,” he says, “kindly remember Rule Number 6,” whereupon Peter is instantly restored to complete calm, apologizes, and withdraws. The politicians return to their conversation, only to be interrupted yet again twenty minutes later by an hysterical woman gesticulating wildly, her hair flying. Again the intruder is greeted with the words: “Marie, please remember Rule Number 6.” Complete calm descends once more, and she too withdraws with a bow and an apology. When the scene is repeated for a third time, the visiting prime minister addresses his colleague: “My dear friend, I’ve seen many things in my life, but never anything as remarkable as this. Would you be willing to share with me the secret of Rule Number 6?” “Very simple,” replies the resident prime minister. “Rule Number 6 is ‘Don’t take yourself so seriously.”‘ “Ah,” says his visitor, “that is a fine rule.” After a moment of pondering, he inquires, “And what, may I ask, are the other rules?” “There aren’t any.”
This might be a silly story but I know a lot of people who could benefit from rule number 6, myself included. The jobs most of us do didn’t exist a hundred years ago. We made them up fairly recently. Hunters and gatherers didn’t have “operations leads” (my job). And yet none of our ancestors ever wished they had or were an operations lead. Just this little fact should be a reason for me to smile at the silliness of it all when I get overwhelmed by the (amount of) work that I feel I have to do.
I tend to carry the weight of the world on my shoulders. Not just in work, but in life too. To worry about everyone’s well-being. An especially daunting task these days. I tend to be very hard on myself when I feel I’m not doing a good enough job, when I’m not a kind enough person, when I don’t give everyone the attention that I feel they deserve, when I don’t go running enough, when I skip abs, snack too much, or go to bed too late.
It’s impossible to always be happy and patient and full of energy. The more you feel like you have to be all of these things all of the time, the quicker you’ll drain your energy and feel the opposite. Wouldn’t it be nice to treat life as a game a bit more? I’m saying this and immediately my mind goes to how seriously many of us even take games today. You have to fear for your safety if you support the wrong sports club at the wrong moment in the wrong place, which is ridiculous if you think about it. But let’s be optimistic for a bit.
I’ve mentioned before that I’m learning to play the piano. I’m not talented but I love it and I’m stubborn. Every time I sit down behind the piano it’s an opportunity for expression and growth. I can learn something new and get better. If I mess up I start over and try again. We do the same when we’re playing a sport. When hitting a hundred balls on a tennis court some will be beautiful and others will end up at the bottom of the net. But each ball is an opportunity to try again and get better. How much more fun would life be if we could look at it and ourselves like this? If we could allow ourselves to try things and be ok if they don’t work out. We try, we fall, and we try again. We hopefully learned something. No need to pull ourselves down. Because if we never fail or mess up, we’re almost certainly playing it safe and that means we’re not growing.
I’m practicing to take life as it is, not as I think it should be. When I’m out for a run in the pouring rain – again – I can get frustrated and grumpy. That’s the easy response in that moment. And I can tell you, it’s tempting. But I can also accept the rain. Be grateful that I’m running. Laugh at my feet soaking in my shoes. Laugh at myself for insisting to go for a run despite the dreadful weather. If I start from what is without fleeing, blaming, or attempting to correct it gives so much space and peace of mind. It saves buckets of energy and allows the sky to open up, at least metaphorically.
If you could use a nudge towards acceptance and positivity I highly recommend checking out The Art of Possibility. You’ll get to spend some quality time with Ros and Ben in the process.