In the months after my divorce, a longtime friend I see only occasionally gave me a precious gift. At a gathering of friends who had learned only recently of my separation, M approached me apart from the others, looked me straight in the eyes, and asked, “So, how are you doing…really?”
It was an insightful question, borne from M’s long familiarity with the manner in which I’ll always put a bright face on any kind of hardship. Not swayed for a minute by my blithe insistence in public that I was doing fine, M wanted to know for sure, when there weren’t other folks around–when just the two of us could check-in, friend-to-friend, and when I didn’t have to maintain a Public Face–how was I doing, really?
Fortunately in that case, my public face matched my private one: I was doing fine in the months after my divorce, and I continue to do fine in the intervening years, since M has moved away so I see him even less frequently now than I did then. But M’s question has remained, like a koan, for me to contemplate, turning it over in my mind like a well-worn stone. “So, how am I doing…really?”
It’s a question, I’m coming to realize, that I revisit every morning in my journal. After I’ve scribbled about a page and a half about my to-do list, the weather, or whatever I did yesterday–after I’ve scribbled, in other words, about the superficial logistics of daily life–I find my writing typically shifts and settles, hunkering down and around this one question like a dog curled around a juicy bone. “So, how am I doing…really?” Apart from the mundane Must’s of today’s to-do list, what else is going on? Apart from the frenetic activity of work, chores, and social interaction, how are things when I’m not doing anything?
During the decade I devoted to pursuing my PhD, my life had very little room for contemplation. One of the most personally troubling things about that long slog was the sense that my dissertation–this big, unwieldy project–somehow had taken over my identity. Whenever I’d run into a friend, family member, or acquaintance I hadn’t seen in a long time, or whenever I met someone new and mentioned that I was a graduate student, I dreaded the inevitable question: “So, how is the dissertation coming?” When you’re in the middle of a decade-long slog toward a goal that seems distant and elusive, the last thing you want is to have to explain, again, that you’re still not done. During those dark days when the end seemed nowhere in sight, another long-time friend, himself in possession of not one but two PhDs, once greeted me with words that were sweeter than honey: “I don’t care how your dissertation is: how are you?”
It’s easy to define ourselves–or to let the rest of the world define us–in terms of what we do: how is our job, how bright and well-behaved are our children, how impressive are our accomplishments, or how big is our investment portfolio. But how am I, really? When you strip away the things I do, the things I own, or the obligations I am beholden to, who or what am I?
Each morning, my journal offers a place where I can contemplate this question, in a place where there’s no need for me to keep a bright public face. In the rest of my life, I check countless other things: as a teacher, for instance, I’m always checking my students’ work, or checking the syllabus to keep us on-topic, or checking the clock to keep track of class time. If I don’t check these things, after all, who will? But when it comes to the question of how I’m doing, really, nobody will check that for me, either. If I’m allowing myself to get swept up in daily details, who’s to keep me from being swept away entirely?
Sometimes we each have to serve as our own best friend. Even if you have a friend like M to inquire about your genuine wellbeing, it helps to check in with yourself every now and again just to make sure everything’s okay, really.
Oct 15, 2009 at 8:54 pm
Lovely post, Lori, and very grounding. (This is Dun by the way.) I agree we have to be our own best friends at times. I hope you keep posting your blog entries on Facebook.
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Oct 15, 2009 at 9:12 pm
absolutely–
thank you for reminding all of us to attend to this.
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Oct 15, 2009 at 9:17 pm
A great post and a lovely reminder of how to be one’s own best friend! I love the photos with this post, especially the concrete blocks with the the wispy flowers leaning against them.
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Oct 16, 2009 at 1:01 am
It’s a nice feeling when you can check in with your head and realize that you’re doing alright. That you are not what you are but who you are and are happy with that.
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Oct 16, 2009 at 6:32 am
Lori, Thanks for all your blogs and postings. I have kept a diary for many years now and I agree that everyone needs a private place where they can “let their hair down” and describe whatever is actually going on with them. It also helps to look back and see any patterns that arise over the years. That’s when you can nurture yourself as well as the kids, the co-workers, the extended family, the friends … hopefully learn to be kind to yourself as you move forward … thanks again.
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Oct 16, 2009 at 8:57 am
Thank you for this post. I know very well what you mean about being too defined by titles or projects, and it does limit our ability to feel. I really like how you put it here.
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Oct 16, 2009 at 1:03 pm
Thanks, everyone, for the comments. Obviously I struck a nerve with this!
I think it’s easy to get sucked into being stressed with life is busy and many folks around you are stressed. It’s like the stressful vibe becomes contagious! On busy days, it seems like I spend a lot of time in my morning journal pages obsessing about what I have to do, but when I ask myself the “How am I, really” question, that puts things in perspective. “Okay, I have a lot to do today, but you know what? I’m really doing okay despite all that.”
It’s as if the question “How are you doing, really” reminds me that “I” can be doing fine even if my to-do list is long. Beyond what I “do,” there’s a deeper resilience I can draw upon. At the end of the day, all that “really” matters is that I’m alive and healthy and not “too” terribly behind with to-dos!
Dun, it’s good to “see” you here! I love the Networked Blogs app on Facebook, as it automatically republishes my blog posts so Facebook friends can see them. I know a lot of folks check Facebook more than they read blogs, so the app really helps me stay in touch with “everyone,” with no extra effort on my part.
Maria, I like that photo of the concrete blocks, too, which is interesting since they aren’t very pretty in real life. I guess the addition of wildflowers helps anything look better.
Robin, I’ve kept my journal on & off for years, but I’ve become much more faithful to the practice in the past few years. I find the regularity of it really grounding. I’d say that these days, writing and walking are my most regular spiritual practice. I sit most days, as I’m able, but I walk and write pretty much every day.
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Oct 16, 2009 at 2:17 pm
such a good reminder, lorianne, to all that our inner lives are so very important, and that we are much more expansive and complex than our accolades, goals, trials, journeys, successes, failures, and pendings. in fact, sometimes our journeys are designed to intentionally keep us from intimacy with ourselves. such a huge loss for those who hide.
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