Monday, May 15, 2017

Happy Mother's Day

Mother's day was yesterday.  It was a beautiful day.  I spent it with my daughter, Judy, and her husband's family on Judy and Jared's farm.  Deviled eggs from the hens.  Pulled pork and ribs from the pigs they raised.  Baked beans, well from Sam's Club.

Baby chicks were in the incubator that Judy and Jared built.  One was hatching.  More baby chicks in the basement and 3 baby ducks.  Out side the goats are good with two new kids, the rabbits are getting big and Judy and Jared have added two cows to the mix.  A busy place with lots of moms.

Maybe the hardest time to be patient is when you are pregnant.  Or hatching an egg or waiting for someone else to deliver.  The months, the weeks, the days and even hours can seem endless.  You can't hurry it.  You don't want to hurry it.  Nature takes it time to create perfect creatures.  But man it can try your patience.  Especially at the end when you are tired of waiting.  But the end result is worth all the wait.  My three daughters were worth every moment of waiting.

The farm for Judy and Jared is developing their patience I think.  A lot to learn.  A lot of trial and error.  But they seem to love it and don't mind the hard work.  It makes me tired just thinking of all they have to do, plus they both work full time.

Kate has the patiences of a saint working with the patients in long term care.  Plus she supervises and that is never easy.

Rachel is starting a new job teaching kindergartners to speak English is Thailand.  That has to take a lot of patiences.  But she has always been patient with kids.

I am very proud of all of them.  They are living life on their own terms.





Thursday, May 4, 2017

One Third of the Year Over

The beginning of May.  Four months of the new year done.  One third.  The only game that come readily to mind that has 3 periods is hockey.  Oh and soccer.  I'm not a fan of either so lets forget the metaphor.  The question is what have I learned in these 4 months?  Am I any better at dealing with my impatience than I was at the first of the year?  Am I any more patient?

The number one thing is, I am more aware of my impatience.  When I feel myself becoming impatient, I try to slow myself down, take some deep breaths and even sometimes count to 10.  And then I feel my stress start to dissipate a bit.  Being impatient drives up my stress level for sure.  And honestly isn't  that the main thing I am wanting from this year:  becoming less stressed because of my impatience?  To not let the little things (like waiting for my computer to boot up, or waiting for the light to change or waiting for my phone to do what I want it to do or waiting for my food to cook) stress me out?  To chill?  To wait?  To focus on my breathing?  To go into the Zen?

But I am also looking for other things:  To be less impulsive which is a manifestation of my impatience.  And how that impulsiveness effects my weight and my spending and almost every aspect of my life.  I flunk the marshmallow test every time.  The marshmallow test?  It was a study done in the late 60's and early 70"s to test delayed gratification.  Children were given a choice of one marshmallow now or two later.  Following these children the researchers found that that the ones who could wait for the bigger reward had better life outcomes as measured by SAT scores, higher education, better BMI's (body mass index) and others.

But are those scores really an indicator of a better life  Perhaps what I need to be doing is looking at impulsivity not as a deficit but how is it an asset?  The above scores does not measure happiness.  And I would contend that contentment if not happiness is the only score that counts.  In fact I was just reading this morning in a blog by Tim Ferriss that indecision is a time waster.  It is better to make small bad choices that waste time debating them.  I have always been uncomfortable with the state of indecision.

And maybe the marshmallow test isn't testing delayed gratification but testing trust.  Maybe trust is the issue here.  Will the guy really come back with the two marshmallows or should I go for the sure thing.  Maybe delayed gratification is about trust.  Trust that if I put money in the bank it will be there when I need it.  Or that my favorite food will always be available to me.  Lots to think about as the year moves on.

These 4 months have also made me aware of when I am patient. I am generally a very patient listener.  Through the years I've wondered why people like me.  (This is especially true when I am feeling self critical or my self esteem is in the gutter.)  But thinking about it now I would suspect that it is this one quality above all else that draw people to me.  People like to talk.  They like to be heard.    I am also drawn to people who are good listeners and we are a fairly rare breed. Perhaps my skill is a direct result of my shyness.  In my formative years it was easier to listen than to talk.

This listening skill has also been at the heart of my successful career as a psychiatric nurse.  My patients like me.  Is that a good thing or a bad thing.  Many of my colleagues would say it is a bad thing.  They don't have to like you they say and that is true.   My colleagues probably, and I sometimes think my patients like me because I'm not confrontative.  I don't tell it like it is.  I'm too soft on the rules.  But my feeling has always been this.  That I am not going to change anyone in 3 to 5 days.  They know what their problems are for the most part.  The only thing that I can do for my patients is listen nonjudgmentally and treat them with dignity.  And once I've listened I can offer them some coping skills or other skills to make their lives better.

This is progress.