fortune cookies!

fortunecookiesI got bit by a little artsy-craftsy bug today and wanted to make something fun to celebrate the Chinese New Year, which falls on Sunday, February 14th (also Valentine’s Day). So I made a bunch of these little fortune cookies, inspired by this tutorial, and filled them with funny “Confucious say” sayings. I thought they’d make fun little gifts for friends and family next weekend.

This year is the Year of the Tiger. “Drama, intensity, change and travel will be the keywords for 2010. Unfortunately, world conflicts and disasters tend to feature during Tiger years also, so it won’t be a dull 12 months for anyone. The Year of the Tiger will bring far reaching changes for everyone. New inventions and incredible technological advances have a good chance of occurring. For all of the Chinese horoscope signs, this year is one to be active – seizing opportunities and making the most of our personal and very individual talents. Everything happens quickly and dramatically in a Tiger year – blink and you could miss an important chance of a lifetime!”
(Source: wayangtimes.com. For your horoscope, click here.)

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you capture – faces

When I was little, I used to daydream a lot. (I mean, A LOT. I still remember a daydream about sunflowers I had in second grade when I was supposed to be paying attention to math. No wonder multiplication tables were so hard…) Ahem. Anyway, in my little imaginings, I used to look at objects and imagine I could see human faces in them. Pssh. Who am I kidding? I still do.

Here, let me show you. Can you see the faces?
youcapture_facesoutletI always thought outlets looked like they were surprised.

How about here?
youcapture_facesknob(He reminds of the little horn woodland birds in Disney’s Alice in Wonderland.)

What about this little guy?
youcapture_facesrockOr:
youcapture_facescarsIs it just me or does that blue car got a cheeky little grin?

And this one’s cheating cuz he’s got a face, but I love him cuz he just looks so concerned:
youcapture_facespoochAnd he’s cute when he’s concerned. At least I think so.

What do you think? Did I capture faces?

For more faces, check out I Should Be Folding Laundry, for this week’s You Capture challenge.

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tell it to me tuesdays – an invincible moment

Is it Tuesday already? Where does the time go?! All right, if you’re ready, this Tuesday’s topic is an invincible moment – a time when you felt empowered.
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I equate my first time really feeling empowered with the first powerful epiphany I had. When I was a junior in high school, I had a fabulous AP English teacher, Mrs. Garrity. She was one of those teachers that you always remember, who really sticks with you. In our classes, we used to read literature and then she would hold Socratic seminars. We would all arrange our desks in a circle, and she would prompt us with questions about what we were reading and try to provoke a discussion about it. The questions were always challenging, and we really had to think about how to respond.

But there was one day – I don’t even remember what we were reading at the time…maybe it was Ellison’s Invisible Man or Dorris’ A Yellow Raft in Blue Water…could have been something else entirely – but somehow out of the discussion came an epiphany. It didn’t even happen during the discussion. Something was said in the discussion that stayed with me, and I chewed over it as I walked to my next class. And there in the middle of the crowded hallway, with teens throwing things at each other and friends calling out to each other, I had an epiphany and it was like a flash of heaven and light in my head.

It occurred to me that I didn’t have to do anything at all. There is nothing in life I have to do; everything in life is a choice I make.

We always tell ourselves we have to get good grades, have to get a good job, have to be able to buy or do certain things, have to cross off all the items on our to-do list. And it can be all at once satisfying and exhausting to always be chasing the “have-tos”. But in truth, there is no such thing as “have-to”. Of course, if you want a good job, then you should do well in school. If you want people in your life, you should treat them kindly and with respect. There are boundaries and trade-offs, calculations and proven paths. But everything we do is because there is something we want from having done it, and what we want is worth whatever it is we try to do, or at least, is better than the alternative.

I have to get up in the morning to get to work, because the rewards of being on time are better than the consequences of being late. But I can be late. There’s nothing stopping me but my own will and desire. Sometimes people do things to us we don’t like, or they hurt us in ways that are demeaning and unfair. We can’t help how we feel when they do so, but we can choose how to respond. We can respond with blame and anger in return, or we can choose to respond with honesty, decency and respect. But therein lies the crux of the biscuit: I make a choice.

Realizing that was an incredibly empowering moment for me. I’d been chasing “have-tos” and to suddenly realize that nobody was forcing me, that I alone had the power to determine my actions, and that everything I do comes down to a choice I make…that made me feel powerful.

Nothing in my behavior might really have changed with this realization, but it is “the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high”, which makes for all the difference in the world (Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, 512).

Understanding this also meant taking responsibility for myself, but I would rather accept those consequences, come what may, than choose to allow myself to feel dragged into anything. I choose to be powerful. I choose to be me.

Has there ever been a time you felt powerful? Like you ruled the world for a day, or even just a moment? Tell us about the time when you felt invincible, or at least empowered.

The Rules
I think there is real power in the human voice, as flawed as it may be. And when the voices speak together, when you have a multitude of voices speaking, patterns begin to emerge and there you can begin to understand truth. So in the spirit of the personal narrative, I am hosting a weekly challenge every Tuesday morning, where I will post a topic (ranging from the banal to the intimate) and ask readers to respond. I would love to see everyone’s answers and how similar and different they all are.

You can respond in any way you choose. You can give a fictional response or a true one. You can use words, sentences, and/or photographs. If you have a blog, you can link it with Mr. Linky below. Please be sure to include “Tell It To Me Tuesdays” in the title, and link back to this post. Feel free to use the “Tell It To Me Tuesday” button available to the right. If you don’t have a blog, but want to join in, you can just leave a comment. Please follow the rules. I don’t want to have to delete links. I like links! Don’t make me delete them.

Next week’s challenge: Complete this sentence: “Sometimes I….”
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turns out i wasn’t out of control

pumpkin_muffinsI’ve always been the first to admit I’m a chocolate fiend. I love desserts of almost any variety, and a little sweet bite after dinner has been a favorite way to round out the meal. But over the past few months, I’d been noticing my sweet tooth has been getting more and more demanding. Instead of wanting a piece of chocolate, I’ve been needing ice cream. Cheesecake. Brownies. Pie. Anything sweet. And sometimes the cravings wouldn’t stop even after indulging.

I hated it. I felt out of control. I hated that it was insatiable, and even after I was full, my body was still demanding more sweets. And on top of that, add guilt for my over-indulgence and fear because diabetes runs in my family and the last thing I need in my life is to develop insulin resistance. It got to the point where I had two slices of cheesecake in one sitting – which I’ve never done before and could never fathom before – where I finally realized something had to be wrong.

So I did a little research and discovered that one possible reason for intense sugar cravings is a lack of seratonin. When seratonin levels are low, it causes your mood to depress and the body registers sugar cravings. But sugar only boosts seratonin for a short while. Then you crash and need more sugar. But it turns out that protein also boosts seratonin, but it does so at lower and much longer-lasting levels. So it could be that the real culprit behind my sugar cravings was not a sudden lack of self-discipline but a lack of protein in my diet!

When I thought about it more, it made total sense that this problem would have become apparent over the last few months because in that time span, I had started shopping more at the local farmer’s market and food co-op, and eating more vegetable-rich meals. The vegetables were a good move, but I had also been eating less and less meat. I’ve heard before, too, that women often don’t get enough protein in their diets, so it really did begin to make sense.

Once I realized all this, I started re-introducing protein into my diet. Figuring that protein takes a bit longer to digest than sugar does, I started having a protein snack a couple of hours before dinner: some chicken or cheese, for example. And immediately, and I mean immediately that very first day, the sugar cravings stopped cold. I no longer needed or even wanted dessert. Every day since I made sure to eat protein, and every day since, I’ve had no problem with sugar cravings. Some days I didn’t get a protein snack before dinner, but had it during dinner. After eating, I felt a vague desire for dessert, but I just waited it out. Less than 20 minutes later, all sugar cravings were gone. Even when I went out to dinner and imbibed drinks (which are a sure way for me to cascade into gorging in desserts), and everyone at the table ordered a dessert (chocolate lava cake with raspberries and whipped cream, no less), I had absolutely no desire to even taste it. I sniffed it and gloried in the scents of chocolate and raspberries…and was satisfied.

What a change that is! I couldn’t believe it. Obviously I need to be sure not to overdo the protein because that’ll lead to it’s own problems. But making sure to get a small serving of lean meats, legumes, or low fat cheese or yogurt into each meal seems to be going a long way towards keeping my body happier and more in balance. I came up with a Lentil Mint Salad I’ll try for lunches on days I can’t eat at home (recipe in post below). I think I might even try doing a food diary to track what I eat and how it affects my energy and satisfaction levels 20 minutes, an hour, and multiple hours after eating.

I can’t tell you how amazing it is for me to not need sweets. The past few months have been the worst, but I could always find desire for dessert. Of course I’ll still enjoy sweets now and then…but to be in total control of the desire? If I really can manage it through protein…it will literally change my life.

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lentil mint salad

lentil-saladLentils are amazing little beans. Besides being quicker and easier to prepare than most other dried beans, they are packed with fiber that helps reduce cholesterol, manage blood sugar disorders, and prevent digestive problems. Plus they’re an excellent source of a variety of minerals, nutrients, iron and protein, with little to no fat. (You can read more of their health benefits here.) I was looking for a solution for lunches I could bring to work with me on the days I work on campus that would give me protein, but still be relatively healthy and easy to grab and take with me. It has to be easy because I like my sleep and I minimize as much as possible whatever minutes are necessary to be awake and functional before I have to leave for work in the morning. And healthy is a plus because otherwise I might as well just buy food from campus, which will do no favors for my hips and thighs. Or heart or kidneys.

So, a lentil salad was the option I came up with, and I decided to add some flax seed, which has a subtle nutty flavor, to it too (as flax seed is full of healthy omega-3 fats, like the kind in fish, that also helps reduce the risk of heart diseases, diabetes, and menstruation problems).

The recipe I came up with produces enough for (5) 2-cup servings. Cooked lentils last about 3 days in the fridge if they’re in tightly covered containers, and up to six months in the freezer. The idea here is I can make a bunch ahead of time, separate them into little tupperwares, and grab one as I head out the door. We’ll see how it goes this week. I put some in the fridge and some in the freezer. I’m sure the fridge ones will be fine. I’m curious how the fresh ingredients will survive the freezer. I think as long as I eat them within the next week, it should be fine though.

Ingredients
4 cups dry green lentils
1 tomato, chopped
1/2 medium onion, chopped
2-3 tablespoons each, minced: parsley, cilantro
1/2 cup mint, minced
1/2 bell pepper, chopped
5 teaspoons ground flax seed (if you find whole flax seed, it can be ground in a coffee grinder)
salt and red chili powder to taste
juice of 1 lemon and 1 lime
Optional: 4 oz. minced ham (pancetta or canadian bacon)

lentil-salad-ingredientsDirections
1. Rinse lentils and check for any stones or other debris. Bring a large pot of water (12 cups) to boil. Rule of thumb: 3 cups of water per 1 cup of lentils. When the water boils, add lentils and boil for about 30-45 minutes. Mine took about 40 minutes to reach a consistency that was edible but still a little on the crunchier side, as appropriate for salad. If you make lentil soup or stew, you’ll want to boil them longer to get them mushier. When fully cooked, rinse the lentils in a colander for a minute under cold water to bring them to a cool temperature.

2. Chop onions, bell pepper, herbs and mix in with lentils in a large mixing bowl. Add flax seed, lemon and lime juice. Mix well. Add salt and chili pepper to taste. Toss thoroughly.

The ingredients here are merely suggestive. I used red onions, but you could easily substitute with white or yellow onions or even scallions. I made mine heavy on the mint because I love mint – it adds such a fresh bite. But depending on your tastes, you could easily pull out tablespoons of the mixture and play around with various herbs and spices. Nuts or shredded chicken would probably go well too. You could even roast some whole flax seeds and sprinkle them on top. Just roast them over high heat in a cast iron skillet for a couple of minutes until browned and fragrant. (But watch out! When hot they begin jumping like fleas! If you have a splatter guard, now might be an instance where it comes in handy.)
flaxseedsDon’t go overboard with the flax seeds though. They can be difficult to digest and need to be introduced slowly into a diet.

I was really happy with the results…and even more happy when my taste tester (the hubby) gave it a surprised two-thumbs up. The citrus and mint makes it fresh and light, while the lentils and flax seed make it filling, but not heavy. With all the citrus and mint, plus a hint of spice, my husband said it tasted like Thai food, just without the meat. I figure I can’t ask for anything better than that when it comes to a healthy salad, right? If you try it, or come up with other variations, please let me know! I imagine I’ll be looking for new ways to dress it up and change the flavors since I get bored easily. So any new ideas are always welcome! In the meantime, I’ll keep you updated on how the lentil mint salad for lunch idea survives the week.

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on the nature of being human

banner_social_policyThe story we are told about human nature is that man is inherently self-interested, pleasure-seeking, sinning and utilitarian – doing the minimum to get the maximum benefits for oneself, and that this nature is driven by a life that is nasty, brutish and short. Indeed, all we have to do is take a cursory glance over history, and we’ll see the world stricken with crime, wars, genocide, power games, and greedy, greedy people taking advantage for themselves, to the detriment of everyone else (*cough* Bernie Madoff *cough*).

But maybe we are overlooking something. I heard an interview with Jeremy Rifkin, which you can listen to here, in which he discusses his new book The Empathic Civilization: The Race to Global Consciousness in a World in Crisis. You can read the first chapter of it here. I haven’t read the book yet, but the interview alone blew me away. Rifkin talks about evolutionary biology and a wealth of science coming out now that suggests that human beings may not naturally be so self-interested. In fact, what really drives humans is our need for social contact. We are social beings and we engage with others through our ability to empathize. (This makes sense right? Why else would we love literature and movies so much except by our ability to empathize with the main characters for example? Why else would we need love and affection, friends and family in our lives if that weren’t so? But that is not our view of ourselves, especially not where politics or religion is concerned.) What we see when we look at history is not actually the norm of human behavior, but rather the product of historians who are interested in power games and struggles, in wars and who has power and who doesn’t. In short, historians are interested not in the norm of human nature, but in the aberrations. People helping each other with their daily survival needs, people talking kindly to each other, people working together…none of this is interesting.

If you are unconvinced, think for a moment about our news. Our news is filled with the Iraq War, Afghanistan, political scandals, intrigues, anything that involves sex, blood or mayhem. Saying hello to your neighbor and giving money to the homeless is not newsworthy. So if you consider what is deemed “interesting”, you see it is the stuff that is different, outside the norm of accepted behavior. Thus what we have of recorded history is what was “news” of the time. In the historical research I’ve done, (looking into ancient Greece and ancient Persia for example) it is far easier to find records of warfare, technology, and kings and their courts than it is to find out the social ceremonies when people invited guests into their homes. We might have records of what they ate and how they worked, but it’s harder to find out how they greeted each other and how often they had time to socialize. As it was put in the interview, “history is made by the pathological”. It’s not normal human behavior that gets recorded, nor is it normal people who usually lead nations. That turn of phrase really made me think just how much of human history might have been lost to the fascination with the pathological.

The interview goes on to discuss how young babies are not inherently scheming, self-interested utilitarians. What they want most is social connectedness. They yearn for the connection with their mothers, and when they do not get it, that’s when we begin to see narcissism, selfishness, and a very slow erosion of the ability to connect. This insight really caught me because I recall earlier parenting advice often advocated letting babies cry themselves out, instead of going to pick them up every time they cried. But, if I understand correctly, there has been a shift in thinking (for example, with advocates of babywearing) that suggests babies should in fact be picked up when they need attention because that need is very real and very important for their development.

Towards the end of the interview, Rifkin discusses the different ages man has gone through and how technological development has shifted man’s consciousness and ability to empathize with others, moving from blood kin through religious associations, national affiliation…to where we are now on the precipice of a global age, aided by digital technology that puts us in touch with people all over the globe. He warns we must be clear about what we want from this technology and how we apply it, in our ability to empathize with others.

If it is true that humans are naturally social, empathetic beings, that has powerful implications for the possibilities of our entire world order, how we engage in politics, and how we understand ourselves. I’m sure Rifkin’s book explores this angle much more fully. But what I find fascinating is the possibility that we assume man to be self-interested utilitarians and that this frame of reference actually shapes how we interact with each other. If we can take empathy as the status quo, how differently would we behave? If we assumed others merely wanted our love, how would we treat them?

It also strikes me that this view of human nature has a decidedly feminine bent. By feminine, I don’t mean female in the sense that only women have this trait. Rather, I mean, if humans have both masculine and feminine traits, with each individual (and maybe each society) falling somewhere along a spectrum between extreme masculinity and extreme femininity…this worldview has a feminine quality to it, with its emphasis on social connectivity and emotive needs and desires. And the view we have had before has had more of a masculine quality to it, as it has been written primarily by men and about men. Now I want to be careful here. I’m not saying masculinity is pathological. Obviously not. Both sides of the spectrum have important and valuable contributions to a functioning society. But I’m suggesting that our view of mankind might have been skewed by a suppression of the feminine voice. And what I find most interesting is that so much of scientific, psychological, sociological, and literary pursuits (among a wealth of others) are starting to reflect the feminine voice more – and this coincides with research that suggests women are beginning to move more into positions of power. They are graduating at greater rates than men, they are scoring higher on exams and getting higher degrees and beginning to take up greater proportions of typically “male” fields. Now it is no where near parity and equality has not been achieved in a lot of areas. But it is happening at a rate that educators are beginning to fear there is a gender gap crisis – with boys being the ones who are falling behind.

I know I’m connected in meaningful ways with people with whom I’d never have been able to in any other time before this. And all of that is due to the wonders of the digital age. But can the digital age really fuel greater connectivity? And can it really provide a means for helping us change our basic assumptions about those with whom we connect?

* Photo courtesy of: http://thenewwriters.wordpress.com/2009/07/02/a-possible-vision-social-harmony/

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you capture – color

In this week’s challenge, Beth asked us to show the world some color “during these bleak winter months” – and that really stuck with me. It made me think of what it’s like to find a splash of happy color, in a place where color has gone away.

A bright spot on a cold and stormy day:
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A sanctuary from pouring rain:
umbrella

patio-umbrellas

Little splashes of happiness
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Springing up, kind of like hope
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When everywhere else, all you see are shades of grey.
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But I also have to include this:
coffeeBecause there’s no hope without coffee.

For more color, check out this week’s You Capture challenge at I Should Be Folding Laundry.

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tell it to me tuesdays – favorite household goods

Check it out! Tell It To Me Tuesdays has its own little button you can include on your own blog posts!
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Responses to last week’s Tell it to Me Tuesday were awesome, especially if you read through some of the comments. It’s somehow really gratifying to see how many people, given the option, would choose precisely the life they lead. That’s awesome. And empowering. And inspiring.

This week’s topic is a little more mundane, but I thought it would be fun to compare notes of what people use to turn their houses into homes.

I hate cleaning, but I love a freshly cleaned home. And the one thing I hate to clean more than anything else (besides floors, but floors are my husband’s duty) is bathtubs. Especially when mold and mildew is involved. So when I discovered this baby, I was all over it:
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Mold problem? Ix-nayed. Mildew? What’s that? Arm & Hammer, you are a godsend. (Notice it’s almost empty.)

But cleaning is not really my schtick. I do it because I have to. The part of domesticity that has my heart is cooking and baking. And these are some of my favorite lovely little helpers.

My mortar and pestle: essential for a multitude of sauces and basically anything involving garlic.
housegoods_mortarandfrogOk, truth? I totally took a picture that had the mortar and pestle in focus, but then there was a shot with this little guy. I had to go with the frog.

My springform pan: for cheesecake. Caramel pecan gingersnap cheesecake. Need I say more?
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My mixing bowls: awesome for not only mixing but also separating out and preparing ingredients.
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My bamboo steamer: for steaming vegetables or sticky rice.
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And my plate set. These were a wedding gift.
housegoods_platesActually, pretty much everything house related that we got for our wedding has a special place in my heart. But I couldn’t photograph all of it, or this would turn into a catalog of my house and you’d all get bored real quick.

And when everything is put away and cookies are freshly baked, these sweethearts add the final touch:
youcapture_decorcandlesand these:
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What household items turn your house into a home?

The Rules
I think there is real power in the human voice, as flawed as it may be. And when the voices speak together, when you have a multitude of voices speaking, patterns begin to emerge and there you can begin to understand truth. So in the spirit of the personal narrative, I am hosting a weekly challenge every Tuesday morning, where I will post a topic (ranging from the banal to the intimate) and ask readers to respond. I would love to see everyone’s answers and how similar and different they all are.

You can respond in any way you choose. You can give a fictional response or a true one. You can use words, sentences, and/or photographs. If you have a blog, you can link it with Mr. Linky below. Please be sure to include “Tell It To Me Tuesdays” in the title, and link back to this post. Feel free to use the “Tell It To Me Tuesday” button available to the right. If you don’t have a blog, but want to join in, you can just leave a comment. Please follow the rules. I don’t want to have to delete links. I like links! Don’t make me delete them.

Next week’s challenge: An invincible moment
Has there ever been a time you felt powerful? Like you ruled the world for a day, or even just a moment? Tell us about the time when you felt invincible, or at least empowered.

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giving a child the chance to learn

PlanThis Christmas, my husband and I received an amazing gift: a chance to help a child. My husband’s father set us up with the sponsorship of a little 5 year old girl in Laos. Her name is Boun, but for her safety, I won’t post a picture of her online (thus the picture of the information packet we received). Through this program, Plan USA, we send an annual amount of money and it goes towards her education and well-being until she is 18.

It’s a fabulous sponsorship program. The children who benefit from this program are all in underdeveloped countries and they’ve been voluntarily enrolled by their families to be the beneficiaries, should a sponsor come along. The contribution dollars go towards literacy programs, initiatives to end violence against children or child trafficking, health services in rural areas, HIV/AIDS counseling where applicable, livelihood training…and the list goes on. All of it is geared towards empowering the beneficiaries to lift themselves out of poverty and towards creating sustainable development in some of the more impoverished parts of the world.

It’s not an adoption; she still lives with her family. We’re just offering financial support on her behalf. And while the sponsorship lasts, we can exchange letters with her and even arrange to visit her.

It’s an amazing feeling being in direct contact with a stranger you can help. We’ve given donations to disaster relief like in Haiti and after the tsunami in Asia in 2004, and we also participate in micro-lending programs. But those are much more anonymous. Being able to actually see the child we’re helping and write letters to her and read her letters in return makes the whole thing so much more personal and immediate.

We just sent our first letter to her. (And by ‘just sent’, I mean we did it a week ago, but I’m just that far behind on my blog posts…) I can’t wait to get a letter back. I wonder who will translate for her. I wonder what she will think when she sees our letters and photos. I wonder how long before she can read our letters all by herself. I wonder what her letters will say…a year from now…ten years from now.

There’s a lot in this world I feel I don’t have a whole lot of power over. It’s nice feeling that we can do something at least that makes a little bit of difference to someone.

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confession

The past year has been a little rough on me. It was the first year of my husband’s and my marriage, which while blissful, is a transition. But add on top of that another shift for me: I had decided to take the year off of teaching to focus on getting my dissertation research done. I was in the data collection phase, which required doing a lot of interviews and observations “in-the-field”, thus requiring a flexible schedule that teaching just did not allow. We’re very fortunate that my husband makes enough for us to afford me not having a salary for a year without too much financial strife.

But I did feel a heavy, heavy emotional burden. In ways I didn’t even articulate to myself, I felt I was a burden. My husband didn’t do anything to cause this per se. This was guilt I put on myself. Since leaving my parents’ home, I’ve always brought in my own salary. Through college, I weaned myself off their financial support and slowly built up my own financial independence. Money isn’t important to me, but somehow the fact that I make money for myself meant a great deal to me. It meant I was independent, strong, capable, responsible. It made me feel good about myself (or at least contributed to my sense of self-worth).

But this year of not only not making money, but also incurring student loan debt on top of that as I finish my degree, made me feel like an incredible financial burden. And in ways I didn’t totally articulate in my head, I tried to “make up for it” by doing more around the house: more than my share of cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, washing dishes…to “earn my keep”. Trouble was, it’s not like I wasn’t working at all. I was still working on my research, writing, and keeping a fairly full schedule…and then doing all the household work on top of it.

My mom and my husband’s stepmom both saw something was afoot and warned me several times that in marriage you can’t think of money as “his money” or “her money”, but as “our money”. But none of this really made an impression on me. I agreed, but that did nothing to assuage my feelings of guilt that I wasn’t putting in my fair share. And because I didn’t feel I was putting in my share, I cut back on as much of my extra expenses as I could: I stopped getting haircuts, I stopped wearing more than a minimum of makeup, I stopped going to yoga, and so on. Meanwhile, my husband freely bought the things he wanted (within reason, of course). If there was something he knew I wanted, he had no problem buying it for me (so generous, I thought in my head). And so he believed his wife wanted for nothing. Except that if I had a desire for something, I had to ask him to help me buy it: in essence, I had to ask his permission. So on top of the guilt feelings, I also had a deep sense of male patriarchy and inequality in our relationship.

Even after I started teaching again, I kept up the patterns that had started to develop. And that’s when the burden really began to add up. I became grumpy, disenchanted, and positively sour. A serious expression was my default face. My husband’s stepmom even tried to offer to help out financially so I wouldn’t have to teach…because she could see I was changing. I wasn’t the same person anymore. My parents started getting concerned. Finally, over Christmas, my mom had me watch a film called “The Human Face” with John Cleese (if you have Netflix, you should really look it up – it’s fascinating, funny, and less than an hour long). This film was all about how our facial expressions have subconscious effects on our relationships. She said I always used to smile, and she wanted me to watch this because I’d lost my smile.

I didn’t think very directly about all this after watching the film, but I know something was happening underneath. I’d finally had enough of my self-imposed burden. Shortly after the new year, I talked to my husband about it. We talked it through and he simply said I cannot and should not feel guilty, that this is what marriage is about, it’s sharing, and it’s helping each other when we need help and not feeling like we owe each other like tallies on a tally sheet. I don’t know if it was what he said, or if I was just finally ready to hear it, but ever since then, I haven’t felt guilty and I haven’t felt unequal. And we’ve reasserted fair shares of the household chores back to the way we used to do it.

And I’m making greater efforts to smile, and discovering my smile comes back easily again.

I think this speaks partly to the new generation of feminism: figuring out the proper roles, since they are no longer defined for us. Before society told us what was fair and what duties belonged to whom. Now we have to negotiate that for ourselves. It gives us greater freedom, on both sides in a way, but with freedom comes the need for communication and negotiation. Part of the negotiation is with our partners in life, and part of it is with ourselves, so that we can let go the burdens we try to carry, even when they’re too much, even when they’re of our own making.

What have I learned from this?

Marriage Lesson #1: Learn to share, and that sharing means knowing how to give and to receive.

Life Lesson #3,486: Sometimes we smile because we feel happy. Sometimes we smile in order to feel happy.

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