What I meant to say
Last week I was part of a panel at the Central California Women’s Conference speaking about work-life balance; which is to say, how to balance your work life with your personal life. The panel included the president/CEO for United Way of Fresno County, a vice president of Pelco, a vice president and general manager of Univision Television… and me, that writer lady with the seven kids. Suffice it to say I felt like a total big shot: Have ego, will gloat.
I’m a belt-and-suspenders kind of gal, and so it would come as no surprise that I spent the months leading up to the event planning what I wanted to say. I was, after all, a mother being given the opportunity to speak to WILLING LISTENERS. Not used to this foreign environment, I decided I’d better come prepared.
The very day I was invited to be on the panel, I started envisioning what the questions would be like, and what all-important, life-changing information I’d want to share. And after several months of imagining, crafting, dreaming and planning, the day came, the questions came, and my answers burst forth… including none of the nifty tidbits I had intended to share.
But the tidbits are too good to keep to myself; and the tidbits, when connected, really make that obvious sort of sense, the kind of facts that everybody already knows but just forgets most of the time.
And my tidbits are backed by scientific research. Which makes them intelligent and worthy of note. Alas, dear readers: I share these bits with you now. And in my mind’s eye, you will enjoy the same “a-ha” moment I did, when I first connected the dots.
AMAZING TIDBIT NUMBER 1: Emotions outlast memories. Researchers at the University of Iowa conducted a test on patients who suffered from amnesia. After viewing a sad, 20-minute movie, participants were quizzed about the film they had just seen. As expected, the amnesiac participants could not remember what they had just watched, nor that they had even watched a film. Yet, when asked about their feelings, participants reported feelings of sadness. The study was repeated with a happy film, and the results were similar, though the feelings of happiness didn’t last quite as long as the feelings of sadness had.
AMAZING TIDBIT NUMBER 2: We learn by seeing, too. You know that saying, “Monkey see, monkey do?” Blame it on mirror neurons-- nerve cells that react when an animal performs an action, and also when that animal observes another performing that same action. Basically, these neurons (which are believed to exist in humans and are behind our ability to empathize) are what allows us to learn by mirroring—imitating—others. The kicker is, these neurons react whether we’re aware of it or not.
So what’s the point? And what does this have to do with balance in your life?
Imagine yourself reading a scary book at bedtime. It’s scary and thrilling but your lids just can’t stay open. Soon you fall into a deep sleep and are bothered by dreams that are related to the book you were just reading. Creepy, scary dreams. When you wake, you can’t remember your dream, but you feel bothered. Angry. Yucky. Negative emotions ooze through you—but you have no idea where the feelings came from.
Now imagine that you walk into your kitchen, grumpy and not knowing why, and your negative output is being viewed by another. Your 8-year-old, perhaps. Or your spouse. Without them knowing it—without you knowing it—their little mirror neurons are busy at work, learning. Imitating. Empathizing. Monkey see, monkey do. And now everyone is in a crummy mood—thanks to you. And no one knows why.
The better news here, though, is how easy it is to flip this on its head. Surrounding yourself with humor or positivity ALSO has an emotional effect that outlasts the memory of its origin; it makes you feel happy beyond the memory of the act itself.
Further, your attitude has an effect on others. Like a water droplet hitting a pool, the ever-widening rings of energy continue to extend outward, bumping up against others, causing reactions all their own. The energy lives on.
Oh yeah, and balance? When we're happy, we experience reduced stress. Reduced stress means we're emotionally in a better place to deal with life's challenges. And dealing with life on an emotionally even keel is how we find balance.
So, monkey: go surround yourself with positive people and watch a funny movie. You’ll feel better, and so will everyone who comes in contact with you.
Life support?
Remember that whole post about the parents who were sensible and rational and bought the bright-red Mustang GT instead? It appears that car lasted 2 whole car payments. On her way to a friend's house last night, daughter #2 ran into a wee bit of trouble, known formally as a GMC Yukon.
This was the result:
I bet sensible parents would have yelled and grounded her. We lame'os were just glad she wasn't hurt. Oh, and hopeful that GAP insurance really works. (Or that it can be revived on life support.)
Boxes and boxes and bubblewrap, oh my.
Packing is a drag.
It's heavy and dusty and I have to evaluate each item by the "Will I need it in the next 2 weeks" standard. If no, it gets boxed; if yes, it remains unpacked. But wow there are a ton of maybes...
Example: The Styrofoam tortilla holder I bought on a whim that functions to keep warmed tortillas warm; the one I haven't used in 2 years? Am I going to need it in the next 15 days? I *could* use it on burrito night. I mean, we often have burrito night but I always forget to use it but that could change... yeah that's a maybe.
The crystal goblets I know I can pack; we won't be toasting any special events with champagne AT LEAST until the actual move-in day. I don't think, anyway. I mean, hubs could get a promotion and a raise and maybe we win the lottery? Ooh...Another solid maybe.
Will I need the crockpot? Maybe.
The empty brandy snifter?
The decorative candles?
The bread machine?
Maybe.
Yeah. Packing is a drag. Plus I have all these stupid empty boxes.
For no reason in particular
When I was like 12, I went away to summer camp-- sleep-away camp. My best girl friend, Kristi, and I are sharing this tent cabin with like 4 other girls, and she knows me well: I am this notorious crab in the morning. Kristi, on the other hand, is like Ms. Chipper Sunshine pants. These cabins had 6 metal frame cots complete with saggy mattresses-- total "Meatballs" caliber...
So this one morning we wake up, and I am crabby as ass. I completely can't help it and it gets so that we're both laughing at the general state of my misery in the morning cold. Meanwhile, she's all Pollyanna-life-is-SUPER-thanks-for-asking. She's getting dressed, the other campers are up and moving and I finally it becomes clear I gotta wrench my sorry self outta bed. Being that its colder than a... super cold something, I dress as much as I can inside my sleeping bag. Eventually I have to lean over and get my shoes or whatever from underneath the cot... enter conflict... and my head gets stuck between two cots.
TOTALLY STUCK-- apparently I became frickin' Alfred E. Neuman overnight because my ears are sticking out too far and I can go one way but not back out the other. We start laughing hysterically, so hard that neither of us have any gross motor skills whatsoever and are rendered totally incapable of moving the cots. I remain stuck for several more minutes while we laugh, my arms flailing weakly.
I think in the end I had to squeeze between both cots, crumple onto the floor and crawl from beneath the beds to free myself... seriously one of my better morning memories.



Perpetually anxious/simultaneously exhausted mom of a blended family of 7 kids & 2 pets. Writer about same. Wife to one amazingly patient husband. Drinker of wine. 




