This is one of those situations where something got my hackles up.  (I’m not sure what a hackle is, but they’re definitely up…)

I read an op ed article (which I won’t name or link to here) which, on one level, seemed fairly well-written and thought out.  It was on politics, and was discussing whether Evangelical Christians should support Trump at this point.

A few disclosures here:

  1. I have attended Christian churches for much of my life and have been involved with Christian organizations, many of which could be categorized as Evangelical.
  2. I no longer identify as a Republican, nor do I identify as a Democrat.
  3. I’m halfway through beer #2 while watching a bowl game, so please forgive any faux pas, typos, or linguistical slips…

You may love or hate Trump, that’s not the point here.

You may be Christian (Merry Christmas to you…), Jewish (Mazel tov to you), Muslim (starting to go outside my cultural knowledge), Hindu, Sikh, Atheistic, Humanistic…  ok that’s gone too far…  It doesn’t matter your belief system.

The problem I had with this article is that the author identified, without realizing it, a huge issue in today’s politics – which, incidentally, could be stretched beyond politics (in another post, of course.)  The issue is the “lemming problem”.

Lemmings have a reputation for a “herd” mentality.  Apparently that reputation comes from a 1958 Walt Disney documentary called White Wilderness, and is actually a myth.  Or, to keep with the tone of this post, “False News”.  Another rather gruesome myth about lemmings is that they explode.  They do not.  Ewwwwww!  (By the way, I’m still not sure what a group of lemmings is called, but I”m going to stick with “herd”.)

Since the collective Western consciousness understands the idea of lemmings, though, I’m going to stick with it.

Here’s the link:  When it comes to voting and political support, people are like lemmings.  They tend not to create their own opinions.  Instead, they identify with a political party, socioeconomic group, religious group, or some other “herd” and make their decisions and opinions accordingly.

Jumping back to the article, the premise was that Evangelical Christians need to, as a group, support or oppose Trump.

This, to me, is ridiculous.

Trump is who he is.  But everyone perceives him, his behaviors, and his presidency differently.  Even those in the same “herd”.

The same goes for every other political candidate out there.  For each, there’s often talk about who has which “herd’s” vote.  (Still wishing I knew what a group of lemmings is called.)  So and so has the Hispanic vote.  Another candidate may have the Evangelical vote.  As if they all perfectly agree on everything.

While this post may just be an excuse to vent, I’d just like to take a moment to urge all half-dozen of you (cheeky, right?) to think for yourself.  You’re all reasonably smart, have access to good information, and can make a decision on your own.

Being part of a “people-group” according to race, belief, geography, political leaning, or other slicing and dicing should not dictate your vote, your opinion, or your beliefs.

My name is Matt McCarthy, and I endorse this message.

I’ll let you in on a secret:  I failed a semester of high school English.

If you’ve been reading my posts, you’ve likely noticed that I have a decent grasp of the language.  By contrast, my French, which I got decent grades in, is practically non-existent.

Yet, I failed.

A big “F” on my report card.

F.

How Could This Possibly Have Happened?

To put it simply, it had to do with homework.  I didn’t turn it in.  On the surface, this looks like laziness. It’s just writing some words down on paper and giving it to the teacher – just a bit of putting the nose to the grindstone and getting it done.  Tests?  I generally did very well in these – even without studying the content much.  I’m lucky in that way, I guess.

True, in some cases, I didn’t even start the homework.  In other cases, though, I got half-way, or even completely, done, but still didn’t turn it in.

In recent years, I’ve spent time reflecting back on this pattern.  (It wasn’t just this one English class – I did the same thing in many of my classes, and in a variety of things outside of school, as well.)  I came up with one primary reason why I would so resist turning in homework:

Perfectionism.

In some cases, perfectionism manifests in obsessive behavior:  Working harder, iterating, revising over and over, making sure to use all the exact right words in just the right order.  Then, when the work is finally above a certain threshold, handing it over, knowing it could have been better, and obsessing over how it could have been improved.

In my case, however, I knew perfection was unattainable.  Worse yet, my identity was so tied to doing everything well and right, I couldn’t stand for a teacher to tell me I had done something wrong.

So, rather than hand in something “acceptable” that could be graded, critiqued, or criticized, I’d take an incomplete.

F.

Not because I was that bad at it, but because I wouldn’t put it out there for criticism in the first place.

Digging Deeper

As this Harvard Business Review article covers, perfectionism is increasing in our society.  This growing perfectionism leads to feelings of inadequacy, which goes on to depression and anxiety.  Not good.

The root causes listed in the article parallel my experiences fairly well.

Rewarding Talent and Knowledge – One nugget I’ve learned (intellectually) over the years is that talent and knowledge mean nothing by themselves.  Using the talent or knowledge productively is what matters.

Yo Yo Ma is an incredible cellist.  You might say he’s very talented at it.  Yet, the reason he’s world-renowned and world-class isn’t due to his talent – that’s just the foundation.  He has put in tens of thousands of hours of practice to hone that talent.

Albert Einstein is reported to have commented that he doesn’t need to store every bit of knowledge in his head – he just has to know how to find it.

Yet, growing up, I was constantly praised for knowing the right answers and being talented.  Many things came very easily for me, and I received heaps of approval for those things.  In school, I was rewarded for “regurgitating” the right answers on a test.  However, there was very little reinforcement for training and digging deeper for improvement.  So, I kept up what I was rewarded for.

There is very little that we’re inherently good at.  We all start things at the bottom of the heap.  We may move up faster in some things due to talent and genetics, but won’t ever excel unless we put in the work.

Focusing on Outcomes over Process – A number of authors and success/productivity experts have recently started highlighting a widespread mistake, which is paying far more attention to outcomes rather than the process of getting there.

What I mean is this:  You could achieve a goal because you took the right steps in the right order (process), or you could achieve it simply because of luck.  Either way, you achieved your goal, right?  No problem.

The problem is that expecting to repeatedly achieve goals based on blind luck is folly.  It’s not consistent or realistic.  On the other hand, if you consistently apply a solid process to what you want to achieve, you may occasionally fail if “bad luck” brings about barriers, but you are far more likely to hit your goal.

In school, we are given grades based on an end result.  Our paper met some criteria, or we got a certain number of answers right, and that’s what we’re measured on.

In life, it’s often the same thing.  We may receive accolades based on the end result, but not so often on the hard work and thought it took to get there.

I have been lucky far too often, particularly early on in life when habits are more sticky.  I have had things work out when not following a consistent process.  As a result, I developed a habit of relying on luck and talent to achieve outcomes.

Emphasizing Success – Endemic in our society is a focus on achievement.  Success may be measured financially, or based on hitting other observable goals, or on other accomplishments.  Yet, that isn’t always what matters in life.  What about love, community, relationship, integrity, and other characteristics?

When the societal rewards come from what we accomplish, that’s where we put our focus.  Then, when we’re not getting those rewards, when we’re not achieving perfection in those areas, we feel like we don’t measure up.

In my own life, I have only rarely received comments or attention about my qualities.  A very few people have shared that they appreciate me for me or for various character traits, whereas I’ve had many comment on areas I’ve been successful at (or not been successful…)

Punishing Mistakes – I’m going to be deliberately vague about my experiences in this bit, as the specifics are probably better left to therapy sessions…

That being said, part of my upbringing included random criticism and punishment for things I did “wrong”.  (I say “wrong” because, in most cases, these things were not breaking rules or laws, but simply didn’t mesh with someone’s opinion about the correct thing to do or way to do it.)  This happened from a very early age, so it was quickly rooted into my default neural pathways.

The random part of it created a degree of fear and trauma, as I never knew when it was coming, and it would catch me off-guard.

I still live with the sense of, “When will the other shoe drop?”

Essays in school were another place I experienced that random “punishment”.  If I turned one in, and the grading happened to be harsh when I thought I’d done well, I felt crushed.

Ironically, I unknowingly created a sense of control over the timing and reasoning of that punishment by not turning in homework.

Complicated:  C.  The second paragraph lacks depth where you failed to explore the purpose behind your premise.  (How the heck was I supposed to know I was to do that?!  I thought this was an “A” paper…)

Simple:  F.  You didn’t turn anything in.

Complicated:  Not knowing which homework would receive good grades vs. poor grades.

Simple:  Report cards came out on a regular schedule.

Now, if I had not experienced the early-on random punishment, it’s entirely possible I would see the grading on those papers as constructive criticism, and use it to improve my skills.  You could argue that this different mindset would also be present throughout my life.  We’ll never know…

Wrapping It Up

This is a long post already.  It’s just a big area to unpack.  But I’d like to end on something positive and constructive.

  1. We don’t need to be perfect.  It’s unattainable, and near-perfection has less impact on our world than we think.
  2. We can focus on process instead of outcomes.  Consistently following known steps to accomplish what we set out to do generally leads to the outcomes we want, while chance isn’t a reliable strategy.
  3. We can encourage each other and build up others’ character, rather than always talking about what we’ve been (or not been) “successful” at.

Lastly, take a moment out tonight and raise a glass to imperfection.

Surely you’ve played Jenga.  You know, the one with stacked blocks – you have to pull one block out from the middle and stack it on top, and the person who causes the stack to fall loses the game.

It’s such a simple game.  It’s just a set of 54 wooden blocks.

Dig a little deeper, though.  There’s so much symbolism and so many parallels to life in the game.

Tipping the Balance in Your Favor

You take a very close look at the stack before placing your cleanly extracted block on the top.  You notice that, on two adjoining levels, there is only a singular, center block.  Yet, you’ve observed that the stack is still showing signs of stability. Since there are 6 people playing, and the goal is for someone else to lose, you realize you can destabilize the stack enough on your turn that it won’t last long.  You set your block off-center.  Lo and behold, two players beyond you, the stack comes tumbling down.

While in the game of life, we’re (hopefully) in the practice of building people up (see the next analogy), there are still plenty of times where it’s a good idea to create your own advantage.  Look at Elon Musk.  He’s currently disrupting four different industries, all at once.  His electric car business, Tesla, tipped the balance in its favor by gaining tax credit status for car purchases, promoting the lower total cost of ownership of electric cars, and leveraging the rise of environmental consciousness in our society.  Pretty soon, you’ll start to see the dominance of the internal combustion engine come tumbling down…

Creating Stability Through Careful Planning

Another approach to the game is to work together to see how high the stack can go.  In Jenga, the 54 blocks are arranged in 3-across platforms placed perpendicular to each other.  This gives you a starting height of 18 platforms.

If all the players decide to work together, and remove and place blocks where the best balance can be retained, it’s possible to more than double the starting height.  The official record turns out to be 40 complete levels with two blocks on the 41st.  It may take an engineering degree to get to this point, but carefully planning the moves will certainly make your stack grow taller than haphazard placement.

Similarly, by stepping back and carefully planning your moves in life to build a solid foundation, you can achieve far greater heights than by simply doing whatever seems convenient at the time.  Sure, with greater risks, the tower may fall and you may have to start over, but the satisfaction of your soaring accomplishments will give you encouragement to keep on trying!

Finding Opportunity Through Gentle Experimentation

One useful technique to playing Jenga is the “Tap”.  You gently tap random blocks in the stack to find loose ones, easily pulling one of the loose ones out without toppling the tower.

In much the same way, people and companies will try out new ideas and different possibilities to determine which will work best.  When experimenting, though, the “gentleness” is the important part – it’s important to do so in a way that won’t disrupt everything else.  You find a safe space, or a low-cost method, or some other means of controlling your experiment to keep it from causing too much damage to everything else.

The Main Lesson

The lesson here is simple:  When grappling for answers to any question, always think of the Jenga tower.  It’ll give you the clues you need.  And it’s not just “life lessons”, it’s everything:

  • Physics?  Gravity.
  • Oceanography?  The tipping point when an invasive species kills the ecosystem.
  • Religion?  The Tower of Babel.
  • Music?  The pitch of the sound created when a Jenga block falls is right around 1000 Hz.
  • Baking?  The cutouts of the top crust of a pie call to mind a Jenga tower with blocks removed.

Need I say more?

This morning, a heinous crime was discovered:  Numerous innocent, positive habits were found lifeless, (allegedly) at the hands of the notorious Holiday Travel.  It appears they were suffocated by distraction, fatigue, temptation, and the alternate application of extreme busyness and boredom, all of which fit the pattern of serial habit killer Travel.

Among those found were:

Clean Eating – this poor, young habit had such a promising future.  Those following her would have enjoyed clear thought, lots of energy, youthfulness, and good health.  But the distraction and temptation of holiday meals and eating out – common techniques of Holiday Travel – did her in.  She put up a valiant effort, but just couldn’t survive the onslaught.

Creative Practice – ever the life of the party and the inspiration of many, Creative succumbed to fatigue, busyness, and boredom.  He put up heroic efforts early on, appearing strong and full of fight, but finally, the lights just went out.  He will be missed.

Work Ethic – Mr. Ethic was always thought to be the strongest habit of them all, but in the presence of Holiday Travel, he fainted, and, apparently, just died right on the spot.

Healthy Activity – Ms. Activity, as always, looked like she was battling Travel.  Walking tours, though, were just a smokescreen she put up to make herself look strong, when she actually had the least strength of them all.

With all the habits flagging, they missed the chance to fight Holiday Travel together, and separately met their demise…

Be on the lookout for habit killer Holiday Travel.  If you encounter this fiend, do not call the police – you must fight and resist with all your might to keep good habits alive.  Good luck and God speed!

Before I even start, yes, I have researched it, and no, apparently ostriches don’t actually stick their head in the sand to “evade” predators.  Experts say they’d suffocate.  Makes sense…

Humans, on the other hand, do stick their head in the sand.

Head in the sand, in case anyone doesn’t know what I mean, is just ignoring an obvious problem hoping it will go away.

I bet you’ve done it.  I have…

You all remember the “Great Recession”.  I, personally, didn’t think it was so great.  I had started a real estate development company not long before (boy, if I could have known…).  The signs of the looming financial apocalypse were becoming clear, but there was still a lot of optimism in the media that the slump wouldn’t last long.  By the time it was clear I had to throw in the towel, there were no jobs around.

I was already getting into some debt before closing the business.  On top of that, the only job I could find was not much above minimum wage.  I had a bunch of other major circumstances that sucked up a bunch of money.  Most of my expenses were fixed.  No way to cut back enough…

(You can probably see where I’m going with this…)

For a long time (12 months from starting that job to declaring bankruptcy), my head was either in the sand or hanging in shame.  I let bills and collection notices pile up for weeks, and then opening them (then shredding them) in a blitz.

So, the “sciency” part.  We humans (like many other animals) are built with an Acute Stress Response (also known as fight-flight-freeze), governed by the lymbic system in the brain.  When we stick our heads in the sand, this is an example of the “freeze” response.  This acute stress response is a positive when we’re suddenly being chased by a bear.  It’s not a good thing when every day brings a fresh reminder that money is tight.

Psychologists and scientists are now looking at PTSD as something that afflicts people who have endured long-term, cumulative stress, in addition to the typical cases of extreme trauma (war, assault, etc.).  PTSD becomes a vicious cycle in this type of situation if the stressor is not removed.  The PTSD actually increases stress sensitivity.  Head goes into the sand faster.  Lovely, right?

Back to the story – what happened after all of that strife?  I wish it was a fairytale quick-fix ending.  Instead, it has been a long process (no past-tense wording here).

Financially, the steps:

  • Bankruptcy.
  • I built a complex spreadsheet that projected cashflow out on a daily basis for over a year, and used it to monitor things and remind me of bills to pay.  (I’m still using it after all these years.)
  • Gradually, I’ve worked my way back into positions that paid what I need. (It took me until 2013 to get back to what I was making in 2006.)
  • I’m still digging out of a hole in a sense, since my wife and I raised 5 kids and, let’s face it, kids are expensive.  I hope to retire someday, but realize it may take extraordinary effort to get there.

Emotionally and mentally, the steps:

  • Facing the demons and getting past them, one paycheck at a time.
  • Going through a litany of professional and self-help steps to get past some of the prolonged trauma.
  • Daily doing my best to be grateful for the wonderful things in my life.
  • Time with people I love.

I may always have to fight the urge to stick my head in the sand, but at least I know the tendency is there and I have experience getting through it.

 

You’ve probably heard the old adage about assuming.  I thought I’d share a funny story where I assumed too much.

It was balmy that day, probably 80 degrees, in South Florida.  My wife and I calmly worked through our travel plans for Thanksgiving.  We’d stay in Westchester County for a few nights, then to Brooklyn to visit my son.  Flights booked, lodging booked.  No problem.

A month later, after we first arrived in New York, something happened that we should have realized would be a bellwether for our stay here.  After a few hours at the hotel – a light dinner and a glass of wine – we returned to our room to retire.  Not 5 minutes after we returned, we heard the fire alarm go off in the hallway.

Must be a false alarm, we agreed, but evacuated as instructed.

Over the next 2 hours, we pieced together what was confirmed the next day – a candle-lighting at a wedding in the hotel went wrong, and the ballroom caught fire.  Those 2 hours were darn cold.

See, the first thing we somehow assumed is that it would be as warm in NY as it was in West Palm Beach.  Intellectually, we knew it would be almost winter, but somehow, in the comfort zone of our mind, it wouldn’t really be that cold.

Fast-forward a couple of days.  We were set to head down to Brooklyn.  Sitting in the restaurant for brunch, we saw the first flakes of snow coming down.  A glance at the weather radar showed us a glimpse of the future – there was a very heavy storm on its way.  Earlier forecasts didn’t show it being that bad, but Old Man Winter was having his way.

Some last-minute finagling, and we cancelled our Brooklyn lodging for something much closer.  (Yes, we lost most of the money from that Brooklyn reservation…)

Our new digs for the next couple of days were very nice!  A wonderful, old inn with spacious rooms.  But here’s where assumptions come in again.  We assumed that, being a bit off the beaten path, the hotel restaurants (two of them) would be open often enough for our needs.

After a restful first night, we realize that nothing was open on site until 5 pm!  (And we had enjoyed an early dinner the night before…)

We fasted most of the day, with a small lunch from a vending machine, and decided to take a ride share out to a tavern we had eaten at a few days prior.  Another assumption: These places would stay open regardless of the weather.  They don’t.  Turns out our nice tavern wouldn’t open, and neither would the restaurant next door.  We walked 15 minutes in below-freezing snowy weather down the main street, trying to find an open restaurant.  Nothing.

Another ride share back, and we stuck it out until 5pm to enjoy our only meal for the day.

Now, I have to say we had a wonderful dinner, after all of that.

The lesson in all this?  Hmmm.  Let’s not get caught up in lessons, or science, or anything like that.  We all assume in some situations.  Things go right, things go wrong.  The best we can do is plan as best as we can, enjoy the adventure, and make the best of what happens.