Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Practicing Patience



“The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and conveniences, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy." ~MLK (Thanks David!)

Last week I wrote a blog post, "When to Take Your Wishes for Granted." I read it about fifty times before I published it, and, while I couldn't put my finger on it, something about the message I sent in the post wasn't quite right. The premise, if you did not read it, was "finding love strong enough to withstand everything, enabling you to take that love for granted." Nevertheless, I proceeded to publish it, without practicing patience and waiting to figure out exactly what the problem was. After I published it I received several responses. I found that my single readers said "well done, I couldn't have said it better myself," while my married readers said "I agree with most of what you are saying, but not all of it." My friend Nutella, to whom I referred to in that post, said it best. When I asked her if what I was trying to convey came through, she replied, "Completely/ I think that 'take for granted' is a very loaded phrase/ even if you qualify it/ but your meaning still comes through."

Today I went to one of my great classes, where we discussed patience. While sitting in the class it dawned on me that I had it backwards in my last blog post. In Judaism we are taught that in a marriage, your partner is ultimately there to make you a better person, and vice versa. So for example, the more humble of the spouses might be a force in teaching his or her partner how to be more humble. So when I asked in my earlier post "how can I trust someone to love me even when i suck," I was wrong in my approach. The real issue is not about my ability to trust someone to love me when I suck, rather the test is on the ability of my partner to have patience with me even when I suck. Nobody is perfect, but if your spouse is there to balance you out, then the one whose patience is being tested, and who carries that burden with humility and faith, will keep those scales even.

The funny thing about sitting through that class was that I am generally an extremely patient person. In fact, I am so patient with most people that I end up being a doormat, allowing people to walk all over me without batting an eye. I end up going out of my way to accommodate those people or allowing them to continue taking advantage of my patience instead of standing up for myself. Last week I saw a Reiki healer (Reiki is a Japanese technique for stress reduction and relaxation that also promotes healing. Click here to find out more, she was excellent and feel free to ask me for her number). After an hour of doing whatever she does, she discussed the "Shakras" in my body that needed healing. This woman, who had never met me before and knows nothing about me, said that my biggest problem was in my throat. She basically explained that the "shakra" is completely clogged, because while I am very expressive and passionate, especially with love, I don't tell people when they hurt me or when I have been wronged. Over the last two or three months I have identified this downside of patience and have been able to be more assertive in preventing that from happening.

On the other hand, I find that the closer I am with someone, the less patient I am. So for example, while studying for the Bar Exam, I can get two phone calls. One is from some random guy I have never spoken to and I would easily put my pencil down and talk for half an hour. At the same time, if I were to get a phone call from my mother, I would have no problem telling her, in an agitated voice, "Mom! I am studying, I can't talk right now!"

At that point, even though I should practice patience with my mom, and give her three minutes on the phone so that she can make sure I am okay, my mom has to practice patience with me. We have all heard those stories of the man who missed his flight, which ended up crashing. Children have accidents, or barf on the carpet, but what is the use of getting mad? At the end of the day, there are so many events in the universe that we cannot control, so how will getting mad and impatient help? The fundamental realization here is "who am I, one minuscule person in this gigantic universe, that the rest of the world around me needs to stop so that I can get my way?"

For example, my biggest pet peeve is road rage. Everyone is driving. Everyone is in traffic. Everyone needs to get somewhere, or go home, or make their flight. Maybe you arrive to your destination fifteen minutes early, but it is at the expense of your safety, the safety of others around you, and looking like a jerk. Taking a deep breath and remembering that it could be worse will ultimately get you much farther in life than impatience will get you that minute. And the same thing applies to those you love- practicing patience with them will make for a much more loving and healthier relationship. Patience is a burden, one you must carry on your shoulders, but the key is being okay with that burden and carrying it. The inability to carry it results in rage.

Today I had probably the best day I have ever had in the last six months. Nothing in particular happened, but everything went my way, and I did nothing to anyone else that I was ashamed of. I felt lighthearted and happy. Since I was able to acknowledge the greatness of the day throughout the day, it was even better. Not looking at the clock and anticipating time, being present and patient and in the moment. Unfortunately, that perfect day was pretty much shattered when, upon driving home after my class, I unconsciously honked at a car parked in the middle of the street in front of me. I could have driven around it, but I honked instead. I was so disappointed immediately after I honked, literally just having returned from a class about patience. But that's okay, the day was still great and tomorrow is another chance for my patience to be tested. And congrats to you, dear reader, for having the patience to take a moment out of your day and completing this post.

Phew I Flew




It took me a while, but I found it. Check out this great song by Regina Spektor.

"Two Birds"
Regina Spektor

Two birds on a wire
One tries to fly away
And the other
Watches him close
From that wire
He says he wants to as well
But he is a liar

I'll believe it all
There's nothing I won't understand
I'll believe it all
I won't let go of your hand

Two birds on a wire
One says come on
And the other says
I'm tired
The sky is overcast
And I'm sorry
One more or one less
Nobody's worried

I'll believe it all
There's nothing I won't understand
I'll believe it all
I won't let go of your hand

Two birds of a feather
Say that they're always
Gonna stay together
But one's never goin' to
Let go of that wire
He says that he will
But he's just a liar

Two birds on a wire
One tries to fly away
And the other
Watches him close
From that wire
He says he wants to as well
But he is a liar

Two birds on a wire
One tries to fly away
And the other...

Monday, January 17, 2011

You Can Call Me Doctor!

















Yesterday, NOT ONLY did the Bears play a FANTASTIC game, did "Glee" win big at the Golden Globes, but I became the youngest Juris Doctor in the John Marshall Law School class of January, 2011!!

My Grandmother, before being taken by the Nazis, studied Law, but was never able to earn her degree, in the Cosmopolitan city of Warsaw. My law degree, earned six months earlier than others my age, is dedicated to her.

Ever since I was little, my parents left it up to me to succeed in school. Stressing the importance of academic achievement, without making my responsibilities as a student their own. They harvested in me the ability to be self-reliant and independent. As close as we are, I am still able to form my own educated opinions, and think independently and critically concerning my professional as well my personal life. I leared about success and failure on my own (although I must admit, I am incredibly lucky to be able to retain information as I hear it- that helped a lot too), and quickly saw the rewards of doing well.

So the people I have to thank for my degree are my amazing, supportive, loving and nurturing parents. Sending me a private Jewish school from an early age, which instilled the core values of "Derech Eretz" in me;* seeing me through every single performance and event in high school; providing an invaluable college experience; allowing me to explore the world from Israel, to dozens of European countries, to South Africa- enabling me to understand that the world is so much larger than how I saw it; and most recently, giving me a law degree, without asking for anything in return. There is no higher or more gracious form of giving than by enabling someone to become self-reliant. They have done that throughout my whole life, and soon I will begin working as an attorney, hopefully producing my own success in order to one day give to my children what my parents have given to me. I am nothing but humbled by all of this, and can not express my gratitude enough. I would not be here without them (literally and figuratively I guess...). (Gross).

But on a way more fun note speaking about my future... Last night my whole family had the most exciting culinary experience I could imagine. A specially prepared champagne dinner was a symphony of flavors. Unfortunately those flavors were dulled for me when my brother offered me $100 if I drank an entire bottle of Tobasco sauce. I told him he was crazy, and proceeded to drink the entire bottle. I earned $100 but lost sensation on my tongue for a while, preventing me from enjoying my first course properly. Either way, it was hilarious and money well spent- As I walked home from dinner I passed by an astrology boutique and decided to give her a ring. I had always been curious, and I thought it would be funny. So I made an appointment and found out some interesting things, the pertinent one being that she saw success in my future. So here we are, full circle! She might see success, but I wouldn't have it without my ma' and pa'. So I love you, and thank you!




*“Derech eretz is, in its broadest sense, acting with consideration and kindness to one’s fellow human beings, and in so doing, fulfilling the will of God. In Jewish religious terms, everyday life presents us with constant struggles to act in the correct way -- we are constantly battling between good and evil. It is a never-ending ethical drama in which the individual should always be striving to serve God in the best way possible. It means being able to transcend the mere formulaic response, yet, in turn, also being able to endure the anguish that true freedom of choice often encompasses.” –Excerpts from Small Acts of Kindness

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

When To Take Your Wishes For Granted


January 31 of last year was a very special day for me, but within the last year my life has changed tremendously. I learned a-lot about human nature, but I am also left with hundreds of unanswered questions. Perhaps the hardest to answer is this: When does a relationship with someone become strong enough so that you can you finally take your love for granted?

Lets take Taylor, from "The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills" for example. She and her husband live in a world of plastic Barbie Dolls. In fear of losing her husband to a younger woman, Taylor has to stop eating and botch her face with Botox in order to remain what her husband considers to be "attractive." Debra, from "Everybody Loves Raymond" illustrates that having sex with her husband is an act of love, and not something that she actually wants to do. But what if Taylor and Debra stopped complying? Would their husbands quit? Does this go both ways?

Advice that I always gave my single friends, and I now remind myself, is always make sure that the guy you date likes you more than you like him. This serves as a defensive shield that prevents you from getting hurt, because lets face it, guys can be jerks. At some point however, that line naturally blurs and a mutual and equal love should develop between two people, and my silly rule can be dismissed. I once dated a guy who, whenever I talked about how perfect things were, always reminded me that things are not always perfect, but that you work on those things and get passed them in order to make a relationship successful. Another wise friend told me that after a rough break up, she learned, "you don't want a man who you have to ask to [buy you flowers/stand up for you/change a lightbulb/insert issue here]. You want a man who will just do it."

Lets not equate "taking for granted" with "stop working." At the same time that a relationship becomes more serious, it also becomes more work. But this hard work is meant to attain ultimate pleasure and joy from your partner. It is not hard work meant to constantly keep you on edge, leaving you unable to feel comfortable, content. It is not hard work that is meant to leave you unable take your love for granted, without the fear of screwing it up because of a bad day, week, month or even year.

My dilemma is as such: when is a commitment a commitment? If People Magazine today teaches us anything, it's that you have to get pregnant in order to get a ring, and that no marriage is faithful. I can tell you with certainty of only ONE marriage that has remained loving, happy and faithful- my parents'. Lets face it folks, not even Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was faithful to his wife.

Thus, my head swirls with doubts. I reflect, asking myself "when can I trust someone to love me even when I suck?" My very wise friend, let's call her Nutella, and I have had dozens of conversations about relationships, trust, and love. I, on the one hand, am a hopeless romantic. I believe every story has a fairy tale ending and am a sucker for love. At the other side of the spectrum, Nutella is, at most, cautiously optimistic about the theory I call love and treads lightly around the idea. Her mother taught her that a good relationship has four pillars: Humor (not too hard to find), Intelligence (that's relative I suppose), Motivation (is he a couch potato or a go getter?), and Generosity (the hardest to come by). Together, even when you suck, an intelligent, motivated and generous man will not take the easy path out, but might find some humor in it and work towards the light at the end of the tunnel, thus allowing you to take your love for granted.

While discussing my recent dating escapades with Nutella, all the stories lead her to but one question about Jewish men, "Do their balls ever drop?" (Her words, not mine). Needless to say these escapades, while fun, have not yet brought me any step closer to the assurance that there will be one day where I don't have to explain away my bad mood, be questioned when I want a light-bulb changed, or be embarrassed if I accidentally fart under the covers.

Then I think about the Rabbis that teach me. Each of them went on at MOST ten dates before they knew they were ready to get married to their wives. None of them are divorced, and their relationships are as healthy as a relationship get. How did they know after only ten dates that she was "the one?" The husband-wife dynamic is TOP priority, despite the ten little kids running around at home, the constant buzz of the blackberry, and the dozens of people asking for help. In fact, they are so committed to their families, that each of the three Rabbis I am talking about DO NOT OWN A TELEVISION. Do they love sports? Of course. Do they enjoy movies? You bet. But if there is a half hour that they can spend, either watching a sitcom or reading with their family, they will choose their family. THAT is commitment. I can bet that there are days where either the Rabbi or their wives are not on their best behavior, but they can take it for granted that, if anything, that point is when the stronger spouses' love is sturdier and picks up the slack for a while.

I think about people who date for three, four, even ten years, and compare them to the orthodox Jewish community where it is common to go out for only a few weeks or months and get married. As counter-intuitive as it is, time does not seem to make the difference. There are barely any divorces in the orthodox community, while you and I both know that most marriages in the secular world end in divorce, and those that don't are not necessarily happy. Obviously the Jews I am talking about don't know everything about their partners after only a few dates. They don't know what their sexual chemistry will be, and they don't know their nasty habits of leaving toenail clippings all over the bathroom floor. But traits that would make a regular person like me crazy are cleverly dealt with in the orthodox world:

The ultimate purpose in life, as I learned it, is pleasure. G-d wants everyone to experience pleasure in life, and gives us the tools to achieve it. In the context of marriage, he lays out a roadmap of how to make a marriage successful. Obviously any couple will have their rough days, their fights and irritations. But without getting into details, that roadmap, if followed correctly, leads to maintaining love and respect for each other and deriving endless joy out of the marriage. One important aspect of this is permitting individuality even in unity. Thus, when one partner has a passion to travel, take art classes, etc., the other spouse allows for that and respects it. Following this roadmap is why their marriages are fruitful, successful and happy, and the spouses are able to take each others' love for granted even when they don't necessarily feel like putting all the work required into the relationship that day.

And here I am back to square one: I am not an orthodox Jew, nor do I plan on becoming one. And I can't follow this roadmap on my own. So, on my search for finding my mate I ask for one wish to be granted: that I can take him for granted!


Some interesting articles, shared by a wife of one of the Rabbis:
"What is Love?"

"5 Things a Man Needs to Do in a Successful Relationship"

Saturday, January 1, 2011

1/1/11


A new year.

A new beginning.

Change is good for the soul.


I hope everyone has a happy, healthy and amazing new year, from beautiful Napa Valley.