Wednesday, December 28, 2022

What Iron Man teaches us about Boundaries

 I often have the occasion to explore the concept of emotional boundaries with therapy clients.

It is understandable that when someone experiences a traumatic event, we self-protect by quickly erecting rigid and strong boundaries. These reactions to our trauma are understandable. However, those boundaries often stick around after their initial helpfulness and become burdensome. Rigid and inflexible boundaries make sense to keep bad things out, but they also keep good things out and limit our flexibility to respond to new situations.

To explain this concept, I sometimes use the Marvel Cinematic Universe’s version of Iron Man, the superhero as an example. In his first appearance in Iron Man (2008), after being kidnapped and tortured, Tony Stark cobbles together whatever is available to him to make his first suit of armor. It is unwieldy and bulky, but effective at protecting him long enough to escape.

Mark I armor


After he recovers, he is inspired to refine his armor, creating the next version that upgrades it significantly. He adds repulsor technology that lets him fly and an AI computer that allows him to respond quickly to other threats. I point out to my clients that in this analogy, Tony Stark seems outwardly confident and capable. However, for all his intelligence, he seems to be driven by anxiety and fear that he could be hurt again and be powerless to stop it, so he keeps developing new armors.

Mark II armor Adds flight, AI, Weapons

However, Tony learns that for all of his upgrades, it has a big flaw… it would freeze up in high altitudes. This allows his enemy to almost defeat him in the first movie. In later versions of his armor in later movies, he designs his next versions to cover that flaw, as seen by how he can now fly into space without his armor freezing.


By the end of the first movie, he’s already on version III of his armor. By Iron Man 2 (2010), we see his Mark IV armor and we can tell that Tony has recovered a bit because his armor is not just something he dons to protect himself, but he wants to wear it all the time (he even installs a feature that takes care of his… biological functions… so he doesn’t have to take it off). His Mark V armor adds portability so he can have access to his armor even when he is not close to his home base. In therapy I point out that as we become comfortable with our rigid boundaries, we may start to want to live within them so much that it gives us a false sense of security. Tony begins to design better suits to handle new threats and new situations. Subsequent versions of his armor incorporate upgrades. For instance, after his fight with Whiplash, where the electrical feedback overwhelms the armor, his Mark VI armor is more durable and shielded from electricity when we see him tussle with Thor and his armor takes a lightning strike from Mjolnir and redirects it.




In Iron Man 3 (2013), Tony’s armors (unhealthy boundaries) create problems for his relationship with Pepper. He continues to be driven by his anxiety to create better and better armor with more and more capabilities. But the fallout is that his reliance on his armor is what begins to define him (“I am… Iron Man”) He creates the Iron Legion (35 different armors for different situations) and even creates a version that he can control remotely and use to protect others that he feels compelled to protect. The armor is effective at protecting him physically, but his emotions leave him exposed and he cannot appreciate that vulnerability.

We often believe that vulnerability is weakness. However, when vulnerability is honored… when we can be appropriately vulnerable and the person/people honor our vulnerability and respect it, that same vulnerability can generate incredible closeness and trust. Properly navigated, vulnerability is the birthplace of intimacy, creativity and connection (Thanks, Brene Brown!) Tony finally begins to learn the flaws in his “I want to build a suit of armor around the world” philosophy that leads to his creation of Ultron, the big bad villain of the Avengers: Age of Ultron movie. He builds a team and starts to learn to trust others to be his team, his partners and he begins to find balance in using his armor (boundaries) when needed and using his other strengths to navigate situations that don’t require armor.

In Captain America: Civil War (2016), we learn that Tony has been doing a lot of soul searching to work on his emotional issues and the central theme of the movie is played out in Tony’s overreaching anxiety that leads him to try and control everything around him, polarizing his friends and teammates into opposing ideologies. However, it is Black Panther that manages to work through his grief and anger at the death of his father who has the most character growth in this movie.

In Avengers: Infinity War and Endgame, we finally get to see Tony learning to trust his teammates and open up to Pepper and although he still has some tendencies (stubbornness and overconfidence in his ego strength) that are troublesome, he has developed armor (Mark L) that is lightweight and flexible and based on nanotechnology. It is adaptable and versatile and most of all, he is able to use it when needed and he relies on his many other resources to navigate all of the movie’s troubles. This is the goal of boundaries. Not to limit how others can approach you (they’ll figure out ways to circumvent your boundaries if they can). Not to dictate how others should behave or control them. Boundaries give space to go about learning to have confidence in yourself and trust that you are powerful, versatile and able to respond as needed to just about any situation. Our world doesn’t become less dangerous or able to hurt us because we have boundaries, we become stronger and more capable to navigate in helpful and appropriate ways.


Anyhow, I hope this extended analogy is helpful to expand the concept of healthy boundaries.


-Jeff

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Year in Review: 2018

Socrates said, "The unexamined life is not worth living" and so chose death over exile.  While I am facing neither, I to appreciate the wisdom in looking back over the past year to examine what happened and think about what I've learned.

I don't really journal (although I would like to be better about journaling...) but I do post regularly on Facebook, so last night, I scanned through my posts from the past year to remind myself of what I was doing, what caught my attention, what I commented on...

So, a quick recap:
Jan: I started the year watching movies (which I did plenty of this year), so apparently spending time with family and friends being entertained is a thing for me.  I posted a lot of inspirational quotes and food for thought throughout the year as well.  Puzzles were a thing for me at the beginning of the year, and they tied into a theme for this year: Mindfulness.  I was investigating the practice and found that the doing of puzzles fit right in with the three principles of Mindfulness: 1) Focused attention on the 2) Present "now", 3) Without judgement.  Finally, I was reminded of my commitment to my self care in 2018, including exercising more regularly.  Overall, a good start to the year!

Feb: This month found me discovering the Chick-Fil-A "One" app wherein I am now conveniently
able to order and pay for more fast food than I need to consume.  Then again, I found a racquetball partner to help me exercise more regularly, so maybe there is some balance here.  Feb is Eleanor's birth month and she prefers experiences over presents (slightly), and so we committed to taking her to a concert in March to see her favorite boy band, Why Don't We, in Austin with her bestie, Sydney.  This birthday (13) marks a milestone... I have no children... only teenagers!  Being self-employed means that I was able to take time to attend the promotion ceremony for my good friend, Jay Hudson, who was ranking up from Captain to Major in the Army.  Finally, at the end of the month, I was able to attend my annual professional conference: TAMFT and get CEUs as I familiarized myself with the work that Esther Perel does on intimacy and relationships.  It was an amazing conference and I felt like I learned quite a lot.

March: The theme of Mindfulness showed up again in my March activities, being more 'present' and considering myself as much as I considered others.  My niece, Stephanie Frerot, came to visit Mom over Spring Break and I enjoyed reconnecting with Julie's family, whom I don't get to see often due to their living overseas.  Amelia and I took Ele and Sydney to the promised birthday concert in Austin and it was an interesting adventure and a good time.  Finally, I discovered moustache wax! 

April: I was honored to be invited to present a training in Mindfulness with Play Therapy at HSU.  I had the unfortunate experience of having to pay more in taxes this year than I had overpaid, so rather than getting a refund, I had to pay more in taxes than I've ever had to before now.  Which, I suppose means that I was more successful than I'd been in previous years, so I'll take that into consideration.  Oh, SNAP!  The long awaited Avengers: Infinity War was probably the highlight of the month.

May: Mary Hannah turned 17 this month, inching closer to adulthood and reminding me why there is so much gray in my beard.  Speaking of my body getting more decrepit, I had a molar pulled, allowing me to utilize all of my anxiety regulation tools at my disposal.  Finally, I took a step forward in my professional life and began the process of becoming a licensed Supervisor for Marriage and Family Therapists!

June: Summertime!  We got to share Cloudcroft and the family cabins with our Youth Group from Minter.  This is a special place for us and we got to enjoy it and share the experience.  I participated in my 4th year with Camp Courage, an organization that helps kids grieving loss in their lives due to death, divorce, deployment or incarceration.  Always a great experience to facilitate healing with them.  In my most obvious nod to my Mindfulness/Self-Care focus, I accompanied an amazing group of ACU folk to Colorado and went white water rafting and climbed a 14er (Mt. Missouri).  It was a memorable trip and my second time to go mountain climbing (the first was right after MH was born, 17 years ago!).  This was probably my favorite month, filled with time with family, friends and rejuvenation.

July: Eleanor was able to attend a month long ballet intensive sponsored by Joffrey Ballet at UT in Austin.  We took several trips to Austin, dropping her off, visiting and then picking her up at the end of the month.  The 4th of July is a great holiday and we were able to relax a bit and enjoy the neighborhood parade and festivities.  Eryn turned 15 this month and is now standing eye-to-eye with me!  My memorable movie for the month was the Mr. Rogers biopic, "Won't you be my neighbor" and was easily my favorite movie of the year.

August: Am's birthday (and Sherly's).  It feels like hitting our 40's meant less emphasis on celebrating, but we managed to go on a date to celebrate.  August was a month of recovering from a very busy summer (and an expensive one) and focusing on getting ready for back to school time, which happened this month as well.  Among the notable quotes I posted this year on FB, my favorite for the year was, "You will never look into the eyes of someone whom God does not love."

September: My favorite video from the year found its way onto my FB timeline: Scottish Grandmother reads The Wonky Donkey.  Makes me lol every time: CLICK HERE.  The other big deal this month was MH's wreck.   She wasn't hurt, just banged up, but the van, our primary vehicle, was totalled and we had to start the hunt for new(er) cars.  Ended up taking out a loan and financing two vehicles, which was depressing financially because we finally had no car payments (since we'd paid off the van the previous December).  C'est la vie.

October: My sister, Emma, sent me a watercolor painting of a penguin.  She'd remembered a brief phone conversation from several months prior and it made my day to get that in the mail.  ACU's homecoming arrived with my friend, Scott Stogsdill, coming to town and I enjoyed hanging with his family and being reminded that this was our 20th anniversary of our 1998 undergraduate experience at ACU.  It was humbling to be reminded of the passage of time and the growth and changes that have occurred in the intervening years... and annoying that I'm *still* paying on my loans.  *sigh*

November: Usually my favorite month of the year because of holidays and my birthday, but after


June, November will have to take 2nd place.  It was a little sad because Eleanor made the decision that this would be her last year to participate in ballet, which we have been involved with since she was very little.  So, this was our last time to do the annual Nutcracker event with the ballet studio.  My birthday usually falls on Nutcracker weekend, which is bonkers busy, and so it has been overshadowed for years and this year was no exception, but I still managed to turn 42.  I got to take MH on a college visit to Angelo State University and marvel at the amazing young woman she is becoming.  Thanksgiving was small and brief this year because the BIG event in November was the wedding of my niece, Kaetlyn to her beau, Joshua.  It was the Sunday after Thanksgiving and they'd asked me to officiate!  So, our family grew a bit and I got to visit with most of my sisters and my Dad and his family during the weekend.

December: The one thing I did get for my birthday was a gift certificate from Amelia for a "float" session at a local spa in an Epsom Salt bath in a sensory deprivation tank .  I found time to schedule it and it turned out to be an amazing experience!  I am certain it will be a part of my self-care regimen in the coming year.  Cookiefest continues to be a great family tradition and this year was great. 

So, that is a brief (really!) recap of the my year... how did I grow?  What did I learn?  I feel like this year has been one where I have been more at peace through being mindful of my experiences and remaining 'present' during them.  Mindfulness has been a wonderful addition to my therapy practice and my personal practices.  I grew in my own sense of self and finding better balance in how I attend to others in my life and how I attend to my own needs.  I learned to be more open to new experiences and I'm excited for 2019 and some of the plans that are hopefully going to grow to fruition as I navigate what God has planned for me.

So, if you've read this far, I assume that you are 1) bored, 2) oddly interested in my year, and/or 3) family, friend or fan.  At any rate, thanks for taking the time to read the ramblings and I wish you peace and prosperity in the new year.  May God richly bless you.

-Jeff

Thursday, September 6, 2018

WFG?

My mom says she doesn't remember this story, but I do*.

When I was about 12 or 13, we were living in Lubbock and I was just entering the youth group at our church.  I'd spent my whole life being a middle child, which often meant that if the older kids got to do something cool, I was one of the younger ones.  If the younger ones got to be spoiled a bit, I was counted as among the older three... at least it felt that way to me.  So, entering the Jr. High youth group meant that I could participate in youth events that my older sisters couldn't do (being high schoolers) and that my younger sisters weren't old enough for!  Yay!

One Sunday afternoon, a spontaneous youth event was forming for the Jr. High kids: a group trip to the dollar movies.  This was in the early 90's when dollar movies only cost.... $1!  and a $5 bill could get you into the show with coke and popcorn and maybe even a candy.  As soon as the evening worship services concluded, I raced from the area where the youth were sitting to find my mom and beg her to let me go.  I'd already arranged a ride to the theater and a ride home afterward.  All I needed was permission... and some money.
I found mom and pestered her until I had her attention and started to plead my case.  "Please, mom..."  I explained the logistics and waited for her response.  That is when I noticed the look on her face.  Now that I'm a parent, I understand much better what may have been going through her mind.  I am now in the phase of life where my role as parent is mostly an ATM and Taxi driver.  If I'm not working or doing something for upkeep at the house, I'm probably dropping off, picking up, resupplying, shuttling and checking on my teens and their activities and social lives.  It can be exhausting.  Thinking back, I remember that look on mama's face.  It started off as a "no" but quickly softened to a mental sigh and then a resigned, "ok, fine".  All in the span of a second.
Mom opened her purse and pulled out a billfold.  She bypassed the empty compartment where paper bills briefly resided every payday.  Tucked back behind medical cards and other wallet debris, she pulled out a carefully folded $5 bill.
I somehow knew in that moment that I shouldn't have asked.  That $5 bill represented money that she'd set aside for sometime when she wanted to grab lunch out instead of taking a bag lunch.  It may have been a 'rainy day' fund for when she wanted to splurge on a well deserved treat that moms don't want to share with greedy offspring.  Whatever it was intended for, she was about to re-purpose it.  "Here, Jeff."  she offered me the bill.
I backpedaled.  "Oh, mom.  It's okay.  I don't need to go to the movies.  I can go next time."
"Jeff, take it."
"Mom, really, you keep it.  I'll hang out with some other friends."
"Jeff..."
I continued to protest until she moved in close and stared at me, hard.  "Jeffrey!" she said, commandingly.  I looked into her softening face and she said, "Part of grace is letting people be gracious to you.  Take the money and go have a good time."

I have had several of my therapy clients this week express their difficulty in allowing others to help them, or even asking for help when they obviously are in need of some kindness.  There seems to be a feeling of positivity that we attach to helping others that is only matched by the weird shame we seem to attach to needing help.  We somehow create a false dichotomy with this idea that some people are helpers and others are the ones who need help when in truth, we are both.

What we somehow fail to realize is that in order for there to be opportunity for ME to help another person, there needs to be another person who is willing to ask for and accept my help.  It is a curious thing to note that when we place a positive judgement on ourselves when we help others (and rightly so, as it is a good thing to help others) we also manage to place a negative judgement on whomever is the help-ee.  We weirdly manage to tie our self-worth into being in a position to help while somehow needing to avoid being in need of help.  Silly humans.

In summing up her own narrative of learning to accept help, a client managed to say in three words what has taken me 15 minutes to type out.  She finally accepted the help offered to her by a friend by simply asking herself, "Why fight grace?"

Why fight grace?

Good question.

And now, as you have need, may you position yourself to receive what those who love you so desperately want to offer: Grace.  Help.  Kindness.  Relief.  And may you know in that moment that God is loving you through these people.

Always happy to help
-Jeff

*my recollection of this event may have been embellished for storytelling purposes. :)

Thursday, August 30, 2018

A little dabble... do ya?

Recently I was reading about Mindfulness and was reminded that it is a practice, a philosophy, a lifestyle even.  It is not just a set of tools and techniques.  The article I was reading noted that when we approach Mindfulness from that stance, we diminish it.  The power of Mindfulness, the outcomes and effects we see as a result of the practice are only truly realized when it is integrated into our daily living.

It got me thinking about other things that really require me to be "all in" to have the full benefit.  Like my health.  I dabble in being healthy.  You know... a salad here, a jog there.  Look!  I'm assure myself that I'm doing right by my health and wellness as I have my second helping of fries while I binge watch my 4th hour of whatever Netflix show I'm consuming.

What else?  My faith.  I dip my toe in the ocean of religion and then congratulate myself on my piety.  I'm reminded of C.S. Lewis and his work The Screwtape Letters.  An elder demon named Screwtape advises a junior demon named Wormwood on how to properly manage the humans he's been assigned.  In one correspondence between the two, Wormwood is upset that his person is regularly attending worship services and asks Screwtape how to put a stop to that practice.  The crafty mentor advises his junior demon not to stop his human from going to worship, but to plant the idea that just showing up on Sunday at church is all that is needed to be a righteous person.  Even the demons know that dabbling is not delving.


I wear so many hats and live in a society that pulls and tugs my attention with trivialities and novelty.  I want maximum return for minimum investment.  Why can't I have my cake and eat it, too?

So I've been drawn to the idea that less is more.  That we don't own things... but that things own us.  I've embraced the counter intuitive paradox that Jesus put forth: you have to die to self so you can live in Him... in His Kingdom, the first is last and the last is first.  Admitting and accepting our inefficiencies is the starting point for allowing God to lend us his strength.  I have to let go of what I'm holding on to (false idol of American Church of Busyness and Activity) to take hold of what is better.

Jeff: Ok, God.  Here's some of my heart and attention. 
God: That's a good start, son.  What else?
Jeff: Oh, um... how about my stuff... I can probably give more at church.
God: I appreciate the offer, but I don't really need your stuff.
Jeff: Of course, of course... um... what is it that you want from me?
...
God: I've been pretty clear about this.
Jeff: I know, but everything is open for negotiation, right?
God: No.  I don't want what is left over.  I want all of you.  Your thoughts, your will, your devotion, your attention, your service, your time, your good, your bad... all of you. 
Jeff: I've tried!  I really have... I'm just not good at staying focused on You.
God: Keep trying.  That is what I'm asking.  Where you fall short, I'll pick up the slack... but you can't dabble and pick and choose how you live for me.  You've got to be all in.

*sigh

So goes my ongoing conversation with God as I try to get by with as little effort as I can and still reap the maximum blessing I can take hold of.  God is gracious... yay.  But God is also just... yikes.

My purpose in writing this post is to highlight the  self deception in which many of us take refuge.  I hope you ask yourself, "In what ways to I dabble?  What in my life requires all of me that I only actually give myself to partially?"

May you gain an understanding of how you dabble.  And may you also be convicted to stop dabbling and start delving.  May you come to know the truth that hears God saying, "I am all you need.  And I require all of you."

Tuesday, June 5, 2018

To do or To be?


Are you a people pleaser?  Do you know one?
What do you feel you have to do to make someone proud of you?
How did we learn to feel that way?  I think we are conditioned by society to think that we have to DO something to be worth something.

Consider this passage from Mark Chapter 1, where Jesus had gone to John the Baptist to be baptized in the Jordan river.  As he came up out of the water, he heard a voice saying, "You are my son, whom I love; with you I am well pleased."  In Bible class a guy commented, "What had Jesus been doing that God was pleased with him?  I mean, we haven't heard anything about him for 18 years."

We all kind of chuckled because we had a shared understanding that if someone is pleased with us, it MUST be because we did something.

But...

What if our understanding is wrong?  In some cases, we don't (or shouldn't) have to do anything to be pleasing to someone else.

A client shared, "I wake up every morning and my sole purpose is to put a smile on that woman's face", pointing to his estranged wife on the couch next to him.  I asked, "You feel like it is your responsibility to make her happy?"  He agreed.  I followed up, "Is there anyone else you have worked to make sure they are proud of you?"  Without missing a beat, he responded, "Yes, my father."  Intrigued, I asked, "Did you have any success?  Did he ever tell you he was proud of you?  That you made him happy?"  The client shared, "He came to visit my ranch one time, after I'd quit working for him and had my own spread.  We had ridden out to inspect the property and I remember him telling me he was proud of what I'd done."

Did you catch that?  His dad was proud of what he'd done.  Not "proud of him" but "proud of what he had accomplished".  I think this is a great example of the thinking in the world today.  Our value is found in what we do and not in who we are.  Because that is how we perceive thing to be toward us, we have difficulty believing that we belong or that we are accepted by others.  It is this sense of "not enough-ness" that torpedoes our self esteem.

Author Brene Brown wrote, "Most of us use the terms fitting in and belonging interchangeably, and like many of you, I'm really good at fitting in.  We know exactly how to hustle for approval and acceptance.  we know what to wear, what to talk about, how to make people happy, what not to mention - we know how to chameleon our way through the day.  One of the biggest surprises in this research was learning that fitting in and belonging are not the same thing, and, in fact, fitting in gets in the way of belonging.  Fitting in is about assessing a situation and becoming who you need to be to be accepted.  Belonging, on the other hand, doesn't require us to change who we are; it requires us to be who we are." (Gifts of Imperfection p.25)

What if we no longer felt like we had to DO something to be acceptable to others?  What if we understood how powerful it is to be certain that we are worth something no matter what we do?  What if God is pleased with us because he chooses to be and not because we did anything in particular?  What if we quit expecting others to do or behave in ways that we want them to and just accept them as they are?  Can we change the world?  Maybe, even if it is one person at time.

May you learn to accept yourself.  May you learn to accept others.  And in doing so, may we all get out from under the tyranny of not being "enough".

-Jeff

Monday, May 28, 2018

Unanswerable questions

What do *you* do when someone asks you a question to which there is no good answer?

"Do these jeans make my butt look big?"

"Why didn't you take the trash out like I told you?"

"How could you hurt me like that?"

Wow, that escalated quickly.  The 1st question is a toughie... we don't want to hurt the other person with our answer and if they asked the question in the first place they are unlikely to accept any answer we would give anyhow.

The 2nd question isn't really a question.  It is an expression of the speaker's own disappointment, wrapped up in a question format.  Think about it.  The truth could be that the trash didn't get taken out because you were figuring out the cure for cancer but it wouldn't matter because what the speaker was really saying was, "I expected you to do what I told you and you didn't and now I'm hurt and disappointed and I'm blaming my feelings on you."  No answer would be good enough, just take the trash out.

The 3rd question though...
It is a different level.  It expresses not just the speaker's hurt and disappointment.  It indicates that a relationship has been damaged.  Trust may have been broken.  There is no good answer to that question. "How could you hurt me like that?"
"How could you hurt me?"
"How could you?"
"How?"
Sometimes when we've been hurt, we can't even get the whole question out.  It seemed unthinkable before it became known.  We couldn't even have imagined that person could do that.  Our disbelief and hurt is based on a faulty assumption.  It goes something like this:  If (person) really loved me, they would never do (behavior).  Ipso facto, if (person) does (behavior) they don't really love me.  Ergo, they never really loved me, therefore our whole relationship has been a lie.  I believed the lie, therefore, I'm a fool.

Yes, you are a fool.  Love is a foolish emotion.  In order for it to happen, we have to take the risk that we can be vulnerable with a person by caring about them and feeling cared for and hope that the other person will handle that risky choice with respect.  But they don't always do a good job with that task.  In fact, for a variety of reasons, the other person just may not handle that trust well.  And that brings us back to the unanswerable question: "How could you hurt me like that?"

The truth is that it is possible to love another person but behave in ways that are devaluing.  However, we cannot continue to behave in ways that devalue the other person and expect that they are going to continue to believe that we love them.

In couples therapy, I often run into situations where there are competing definitions of what it means to "love".  I may hear him say, "I wake up every day trying to put a smile on her face and show her how much I love her.  I'd walk a thousand miles to show her that."  Her reply, "I didn't *ask* you to walk a thousand miles.  I just want you to do a load of laundry!"  What looks like love to one person doesn't always line up with the other's view of love.  Lots of people have attempted to encompass the ineffable definition of love. Gary Chapman gave it a go with his Five Love Languages.  I use his framework frequently, but there is still more to be said.

Love is a feeling.
Love is a choice.
Love is action.
Love is ..... (fill in your favorite way to describe love)

Problem is, although we have overlapping definitions, the areas where things don't overlap cause problems.  I've adopted a definition of love from Everett Worthington Jr. from his book, Hope Focused Marriage Counseling:

Love is valuing the other person and refusing to devalue the other person.

I love this definition because it encompasses the understanding that we can say (or feel like) we love the other person, but if we aren't demonstrating it through our behaviors (in active and passive ways), it isn't really complete.

May you learn to value others and refuse to devalue them.  May you find the answer to the unanswerable questions.  And may you discover in the process that part of the answer lies in questioning our assumptions and finding ways to ask different questions.

Thursday, May 17, 2018

Counterintuitive

Sometimes I run across ideas that don't seem to make much sense on the surface, but they have deeper truths that reveal themselves later.  They seem to run counter to conventional wisdom and require me to give some thought to them, so I call them "counter-intuitive".  Today's counter-intuitive idea came from a Facebook post by the straightforward thinker and TV personality Mike Rowe (https://www.facebook.com/TheRealMikeRowe/posts/1916686088341525).  While the entire post is well worth a read, here is the part that jumped out to me:

"Failure was simply viewed as the most common symptom of trying. Consequently, the more I tried, the more I failed. The more I failed, the more I succeeded. The more I succeeded, the more confident I became."

For many of us, 'failure' is a bad thing.  It is associated with a sense of inadequacy, with shame or with uncomfortable feelings.  Because of this, our brains begin to associate 'failure' with 'bad' and we learn to avoid not only actual failure, but anything associated with failure.  You know, like, effort and trying.  After all, if I don't try, I can't fail. See?  This can snowball into other's perceiving us as 'lazy' and cowardly, but somehow, those things are more tolerable than feeling like a failure.

Wait.  There it is.  The subtle, but powerful, distinction.  *Being* a failure vs. failing.  As Mike Rowe indicated, when we fail.... when failure is an action, an outcome of trying something... something outside of us, it is possible to learn from it.  To grow from failure.  In this sense, when I try and fail, it is feedback.  It is experience that I can use to change my attitude, my behavior, my intention as I try again and move closer to success.  Far from being a bad thing, failure is an *essential* thing for me to experience.  When we internalize failure, we begin to see it not as something that often happens when we try something.  We think that failure is something that we *are*.  Can you understand the powerful difference between thinking, "I *am* a failure." vs. "I tried something and failed at it."?

I'm thankful for people like Mike Rowe, who can succinctly remind me to think differently about failure.  I'm thankful that I can think more deeply about what it means to fail and learn that failure, far from being a bad thing, is an essential thing to my success.

And now, may you find failure, and in failing, may you find that you are successful.  In feeling successful, my you try and fail and try some more and in the process discover that you are powerful beyond belief.

-Jeff