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Allowing Vulnerability

I have just spent 20 mins watching a talk by Brene Brown from 2010 on TED discussing her research and self journey on the topic of vulnerability.

From my understanding – Brene is a research story teller who is self professed to need to measure and analyse everything to understand it and be able to “conquer” it. As a Social worker her research was based around the human existence and need to Belong. We as humans need connection and belonging, but as she found out when asked about belonging an connection we often talk about our break ups and loss of connection or lack of belonging.

The underlying theme being that of Shame and Fear. The lack of feeling like we are worthy of love and belonging.

She embarked on a six year analysis of data research, interviews, stories from people’s lives and did her best to measure the aspects of fear, shame and worthiness. The research led her to one conclusion… Vulnerability.  I let you watch the TED talk link above which I think anyone who is currently not feeling like they belong or need a moment of self reflection to really listen to how she came to this conclusion.

I found her whitty take on the events that unfolded in her research was an inspiring insight to her own humour and short comings. The need to measure everything and control / predict the outcomes is a large portion of my job, but so is going with the flow.

Change is all around us. Change in leadership, change in financial certainties, change in technologies and strategies at work places. Change in reliance on human input to build and create in a mass production world. Change in how we grow, farm and produce. Change in how we shop, raise our children, dress, transport ourselves, travel patterns, communication and most importantly – how we connect.

Brene’s discoveries strike a particular cord with me in regards to belonging and the need / sense of belonging. I am a huge believer that I really don’t care what job I’m doing as long as  feel apart of the team and that I belong, I will excel.

I have had my share of being excluded, bullied and feeling of being completely disconnected from my working colleagues, even some friends through out the years. Often once you show you are capable – you are seen as a threat and there is nothing that will stop an individual from cutting you out, stabbing you in the back or purposely excluding you in order for them to feel the sense of their own belonging. I see their hurt and their pain. I see their need for recognition of their worthiness; and it has only just struck me now while watching this TED talks video that its because I am ok with who I am. I know I need to belong and I do loose all self confidence and self worth when faced with being excluded or bullied out. But when that happens I can see that the person doing it to me, needs it more. I’m not willing to sacrifice myself over it.

I exclude myself in these situations. I step back. That step back is seen as a vulnerability and weakness. In a professional working environment – that can sting. Keeping yourself out of a situation that would otherwise make a fool out of someone else at the expense of ever being included takes a lot of strength. I’d rather take the hit than let my team be taken out by the over bearing need of others blind vendetta to have something they already have but are too scared to see it. Their fear of  not belonging sends them down a path of destructiveness that creates discontent with in a team, usually targets the person they see as the one that belongs and strives to gain what ever advantage they think they need to create that sense of belonging for themselves. Often that means not sharing it with someone else or realising there is nothing to share anyway. Everyone has a place in a team, everyone belongs.

I hate to see injustice and I really don’t like taking the blame for things completely out of my control, but I will to keep the peace. I once quit my perfect dream job due to bullying and exclusion. I could have stayed and fought, shown that the accusations were all false. I had all the emails and written evidence of it all. I also had the support of my clients and other colleagues, but in the end I could see a great disaster was at the end of the fight – not for me, but for the team. How would making others feel incompetent and eventually lacking in worth to the company benefit myself, team or company? At that point in time, I could see that the person in question was good at their job, was a great member of the team and had the drive and forward thinking that was needed. But they needed that self recognition and validation of worthiness far more than I did. I could see a pain there that was far more important than my pride. So I took it on the chin and left. All the blame, all the shame, all the accusations on my shoulders and left. I confessed to in competencies that were not my own and all the whole while burning inside knowing that I had all the evidence to the contrary.

I didn’t know it then, but I do now that that was a significant point in my life where I showed true strength. I knew with in myself that I was right and I was not willing to compromise my own self worth for the sake of another. I was not that person.

However, for the rest of the world I was seen as weak. As vulnerable. Who wants to work with someone who is weak and vulnerable? Especially in a professional place.

Watch Brene Brown’s talk on TED (the above link) because I can tell you now, I would work with anyone who shows their vulnerability.

If you are willing to live and been seen as vulnerable you live “Whole Hearted” as Brene Brown puts it. You live your life despite your fears and shames, you have a sense of belonging and worthiness despite your shortcomings. You admit your shortcomings. you accept and embrace your vulnerability. Believe it or not that makes you whole hearted and very strong.

First of all there needs to be a clear definition between vulnerable and incompetent. To be incompetent means that your are incapable of carrying out a task and continue to make the same mistake over and over with out the ability to learn from that mistake.

To be vulnerable means that your weaknesses are know, but so are your strengths. You may make mistakes, but your are ok with that and there is nothing to say you can’t fix or work around them. My pet hate question in a job interview is “What do you think your strength and weaknesses are”, until I was on job panels. The person who actually showed vulnerability and answered whole heatedly and openly got the job. And you know what, they excel at it. They know where they are vulnerable and they already knew what they need to work on to strive or work around to be better and as a employer you knew what you were getting yourself into before hiring. Those who do not even recognise their short comings, fail because they only understand failure or success.

I will tell you what I know – that is growth. You can grow and bloom into a better job, position and pay; but I’d rather grow into a better person. One that belongs. The job and pay will come.

Strive to belong rather than be successful; Be you.

“Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value.” – Albert Einstein
Read more at: http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/a/alberteins131187.html

The world won’t change to fit you, but you need to realise is that you already belong and so does everyone else. Allow yourself to be vulnerable, recognise where you are vulnerable accept it and find where you fit best. Recognise that it may not be your initial dream job and that is ok.

I will openly admit I’m  sucker for hugs. You hug me and you win me over. I’m not great at taking praise, I’d rather see the team praised than be singled out. So to win me over there, treat my team with respect and you’ll earn mine.

For those who follow my blogs you already know where I belong – In my own lunchbox. Who’d have thought this morning’s trip of self discovery after one 20 min video I’d be right back in that lunchbox happy and feeling stronger than ever. I am a Dag, I am a loyal friend, I don’t suffer fools and I am not incompetent. I make mistakes, but I am human. And I belong.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Authors’ Hall of Fame

Today the Lunchbox introduces the Authors’ Hall of Fame.

You may be asking what strict conditions does one have to abide by to be inducted into such a prestigious …. thing….

Respect.

I have had the pleasure not only to work along side these next few authors in my employment at ABC, but they have shown me their outstanding commitment to their craft as journalist. The passion they have for the story they tell out weighs that of any ego and I could not describe any of them as anything more than outstanding, kind and compassionate.

To dedicate years of research into a topic which immerses them into a new world of people and cultures outside of their own world to bring to life the story with in a legend, or the untold story or even their own story.

Much like a war correspondent or service men or women their families rarely see these authors as they consume their stories through research and interviews often done in isolation or on solo missions. The loving support needed to get these budding journalist through their yearly grind is nothing short of unconditional. It’s a huge undertaking by the families left behind while the story unfolds behind the closed doors of an office collating pages, facts and figures until the sun yawns across the morning skies to another day of writing.

But their sacrifice is worth it when amongst the coffe cup ringed desks, emerges a manuscript in black and white. The written word for others to read and be consumed by. It is The Story.

As an amatuer writer myself, I tribute this blog to those writers I look up to. One day I hope to have my manuscript ready for print. In black and white for others to read. While my writing is usually fiction, the goal of writing a book and having it published is the dream I aspire to.

Tony Hill – http://www.harpercollins.com.au/9780733335020/

Scott Bevan – http://www.simonandschuster.com.au/books/Bill-The-Life-of-William-Dobell/Scott-Bevan/9781925030549

Julia Baird – http://www.juliabaird.me/books/

Jane Hutcheon – http://www.panmacmillan.com.au/9781743536339

Barnaby Howarth – https://www.amazon.com/Playing-Puddles-Barnaby-Howarth/dp/192521981X

An Unexpected Label on My Lunchbox Walls

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Dag – an affectionate insult for an odd, idiosyncratic person. -Hamish Alcorn, urban dictionary.com

I’ve often been referred to as a “Dag”. Usually by the same person and at first was rather insulted by the phrase. I considered my self strange, with a unique perspective on life mushed up with a peculiar sense of humour. I reserved the word to describe people who were untidy or didn’t care about their appearance, such as wearing their “daggy” clothes around in town with out a care meant that they were a “Dag”.

The first time I heard the remark to describe me, it was enough shock to stop me from laughing and look down at the ground as I took it in. I kept smiling to keep up appearances and changed the topic as not to look offended. But I was. I knew I didn’t have great fashion sense and could come across strange, but I didn’t think I was “one of those” people.

Since then I have come to the rather interesting conclusion the the term was used on me as an endearing term to describe me as someone with ‘character’ with an affinity for dad jokes and esentric people.

What label does you friends give you that you find insulting? Is it something that you can actually identify with? If so, then perhaps listen to your friends because they are the one who should be telling you the truth of what you are perceived to be by the outside world.

My lunchbox didn’t fit the word ‘Dag’ until uni, it took a while for me to comfortable with it fitting me. Now the word is graffiti art work across the walls of the box. Once you identify with who you really are, take pride in it then no one can insult you for being you. No one can call me a Dag now with out me smiling and replying “Why, thank you”.

An example of my daggyness, my assistant went to Hong Kong Disneyland and brought me back a very large and obnoxious mug shaped like the movie ‘Frozen’ Olaf character’s head. Now I’m a little old for Frozen and only recently watched it with my friends kids. The gift itself would be classed as “Daggy” and some people may even be offended by it. Not me. I love it. Olaf is an odd ball character which is exacty who I am in the really world. An odd ball and a bit of a Dag. My assistant could have chosen any other mug or character, but she knew me enough to identify with my daggyness and picked out the perfect match.

Everyone needs a dag in their life. Now where would Disney be with out these supporting characters? Little Mermaid had Sebastian, Beauty and The Beast had Cogsworth and Lumiere, even Mulan had Mushu. I don’t mind being the daggy supportive character in my world. Every fairytale needs one. Oh, there I go again thinking about unicorns.

Still, I don’t think anyone should have a label, but we all pick up one along the way. It is almost impossible not to fall into a category at least once in your life time.

So, what is secretly painted on your lunchbox walls?

Who are you really on the inside?

The Lunchbox

P1170127While driving a car I happen to like to sing (really badly) and dance along to the radio or what ever CD I may have on repeat. I’m a fan of the cliche hard rock driving songs such as ACDC Thunderstruck and Highway to Hell. No, this isn’t joke I actually contemplated for many years about walking down the isle at my wedding to high octane beat of Highway to Hell. You know, just for a laugh and break tradition. However as much as it would have been fun, I am religious and the song is not exactly…. appropriate. My mother, father and Nan would most likely not approve and it’s not the greatest thing to acknowledge your marriage as a ‘highway to hell’; though I guess that depends on your perspective. I chose a much more Colourful song by the American Authors “Best Day of My Life”. Still upbeat and with the quirk only Vetti could bring to a formal event. Anywho… Driving down roads, sing and dancing in the car.

I am not alone in sharing this passion of singing along in the car… admit it…you do it too.

I used to do it (and still do) with friends when a popular song from yester year comes on the retro playback session on the radio as you reflect back on how you bopped, sung and totally ‘loved’ the song when it was a new release. Oh, the good old days.

The smallest trip 5mins down the road would see me put the radio on.  I usually left it tuned in so that as soon as the key turned in the ignition I had music, sweet music, blaring out my speakers.

I drove to and from work while working in Sydney Australia even though work and home were close to public transport. Because, while in your own car you get to control the temperature, the music, sometimes the speed though city morning traffic the only choice you really have is which lane your crawling in, but at least it was my choice and of course it was an escape from the gosh awful smells that sometimes comes from public transport travel woes. You know what I’m talking about… The serial farter.  So anyway, driving in my own car even for a short trip meant music playing and the chance to sing along to the words. This was my little bubble and I liked it.

Merrick and Rosso radio announcers one afternoon when I was stuck in particularly bad traffic dared drivers to start waving and look around at the other cars while you crawled through traffic. They laughed to see how many people were actually doing it. I laughed out loud as many other people in the other cars did as we all started waving at each other. Merick and Rosso’s point to the experiment was that your not as alone in your car as you think and people can see you when you pick your nose or are singing along loudly in your car. My bubble sufficiently burst that afternoon and I became more conscious of myself while in standing traffic, however, it didn’t stop me for long. I was back into the swing of things in a few weeks, in fact I think I got worse.

When I met my now husband I was at a peak of feeling wild and free and in love. While he was driving, it meant that I got to the chance to really do it MC Hammer style and bust out some moves along to the music as a golden oldie “beer” song came onto the radio. I’ve forgotten what it was, but I knew all the words and danced smiling at my boyfriend with a secret hope he would join in. What I got was a smile, shake of the head and a sigh. Slightly hurt, but never the less I refused to let it stop me from enjoying myself, so I continued. Much to his constant smiles he refused to join in. Infact he threatened to kick me out of the car and make me walk. Note: this only made my singing louder and my moves more obnoxious.

Later that evening at home our relationship had gotten to the point of those three little words “I Love You” in which he responded, “Thanks,” squeezed me tight and kissed me. Wait a minute…. He didn’t say he loved me too… Cogs that tick in a woman’s mind as she kisses. Remember guys, she is a multi tasker.  I pushed away and asked with a slight frown, “Do you love me too?”. There was a pause, then slowly this mischievous smile appeared wide across his face.   He looked over at me and said, “Of course I do, in your own lunchbox,”. And so it began a relationship fully accepting of my whacky habits, wired ways of looking at things or going about a task + my interesting fashion sense. He loved me for the world that I created for myself and was letting him in on.

This triumphant moment marked the first recognition of my adult life that I was fine just the way I was. I was Vetti, and being in my own “Lunchbox” wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

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