Show Me Some Love!

When I started my current job back in March of 2009, I had to participate in many trainings. Some had to do with safety on the job, how to fill out paperwork and all other kinds of skills that are pertinent to my line of work. I particularly remember one training in which the purpose of it was to foster a sense of caring and affection between coworkers. We had to hold hands, sing and be completely honest and truthful with one another about various topics. In my training there were five people and I didn't know any of them and they didn't know me. We were all new to the company and trying to establish how we fit in. At the end of the training, there was an exercise where all of us had to embrace one another and hug. I had a big problem with this. As I mentioned, I didn't know these people and the instructor was telling me that I had to hug everyone in the training. I didn't know about everyone else, but it wasn't going to happen with me. I raised my hand and I told the instructor that I would sit out of this exercise. I could tell that she became annoyed but then she said, "fine". So, I went along with the rest of the exercise but when it came time to hug, I didn't. I could sense the instructors irritation with me but I didn't care.
Now, fast forward about eight months. I'm sitting in the office and a coworker that I have gotten to know closely, who was in that training with me came over to talk to me. I got up, extended my arms and we hugged. Then I hear, "Excuse me? YOU are giving someone a hug?" This was said from a male coworker who was also in the training with me and seemed to take offense that I refused to hug him. When he said that statement, I turned around and told him that my hugs are reserved for people I feel comfortable with and who I have established a relationship or bond. He immediately became embarrassed and said, "I know, I know...I was just joking." I could tell that he was not joking by the way he presented his thoughts.
I take hugging to be a form of intimacy. My body is pressed against another persons and we are exchanging a form of affection. Just like kissing, this display of love is not for everyone. I am very careful with who I give my heart to and I don't take it lightly. Hugs to me are sacred. If I hug you upon meeting you or leaving that means that I value a part of you and that I have made some connection with you in a way. In that training, I didn't have a connection with any of those people.
I always become bothered when I meet parents who force their children to hug strangers upon meeting them. If a child doesn't feel comfortable with hugging someone, why force them? Maybe it's their own internal sense of intuition telling them that a certain person doesn't feel safe to them and they need to back away. Hugging isn't for everyone. It's an expression of love and I am very careful about who I choose to be around me and who I love. Many people have an issue with this idea but that's not my problem, it's theirs.

Mirror Mirror On the Wall...

I recently went to my dermatologist after about six months of not going. When I got into the office I was greeted by her friendly staff, opened my book and sat down. After being soothed by the jazz music playing in her waiting area, my name was called. I was escorted to my room by her assistant, Deniece who is always kind and pleasant to me. When I got to the examination room, Deniece looked at me and says, "It is so nice to see you. Its been a long time but you still look good, no wrinkles or anything!" I paused and put down my zen-like book to reflect on her last sentence. Ummm...I'm in my early 30's, am I supposed to have wrinkles? And what exactly did she mean by I "still" look good?
I remember an episode on The Cosby Show (yes, I'm talking about it again) when Claire was turning 46 and people kept telling her she "still" looked good. She became irritated by this statement and now I understand why. I am far from 46 and I'm already getting these comments. I have always loved birthdays and I am enchanted with the idea of getting older but if I have to hear this type of nonsense I may become a bitter old lady. Imagine walking into a dentist office at my age and the hygienist going, "Wow...you still have your own teeth?" (Insert puzzled face here.)
Anyway, I graciously accepted her comment and moved on with my day but I just thought it was a funny thing for her to say. I just took it as though my dermatologist, who I call "The Wizard" is doing her job well. That's my positive spin on this story and I'm sticking to it. I will keep you posted on the impending deterioration of my face as time goes on. Stay tuned...

Here We Go 'Round the Mulberry Bush...

I am a huge fan of the Cosby Show. I can name all the kids and even their friends. Sometimes all I need to see are the opening credits and I can tell you, just by the scene that is displayed in the beginning of the sitcom which episode is about to be shown. I learned a lot from that show and I particularly loved Claire Huxtable. She had five kids and was a successful attorney, mother and wife. Those are just some of the responsibilities that Claire had in her life. Although the show did attempt to show Claire as a real woman who becomes overwhelmed at times, I sometimes sit back and think about some of the real people I know and how their lives compare to hers. I'm particularly talking about how Claire was able to balance all of the demands of her life and still maintain a thriving career.
I have a friend/coworker who I have known for almost 12 years. When we first met she was newly married and was planning on having a family. When her daughter was born she decided to stop working and be a stay at home mom. She ended up staying home for six years and had another child during that time. Due to the economy she had to begin working again last year in order to bring more money into her household.
When I first met my friend, she was in her late 20s and held a management position at a local organization. I admired her intelligence and quick decision making skills. She seemed to handle any situation with great aplomb and was good at encouraging others to do well. At my current job we are colleagues and work closely together when needed. I have noticed a significant change in the way she handles herself in meetings and when confronted with a difficult work issue. Instead of being self assured and confident, she becomes frazzled and easily frustrated. It is as if she is having difficulty handling the stressors of being a professional. After watching her behavior for a while, I asked her one day how she became so timid in her approach to work. She acknowledged her personality change and stated that being a stay at home mom has made it difficult for her to readjust and get used to the working world. I actually didn't know what to say. I'm not a mother, I'm not married and I don't know what it's like to rejoin the workforce after years of being separated from it. I am constantly on my grind so she was speaking a foreign language to me. What did happen inside of my brain was a brief moment of fear. Actually it wasn't brief because I'm still thinking about it today.
I remember watching Sex and the City and during Season 4, Charlotte decided to stop working because she got married and wanted to start a family. Samantha tells her to be "damn sure when she gets off the Ferris wheel because the women waiting to get on are 22, perky and ruthless." That scene just kept going through my mind over and over again. Ideally, when I have kids I would love to stop working for a year or two and devote all of my time to them but if it means becoming an eggshell, I'll pass. I have worked too hard for my education and I have been through too many professional ups and downs not to get something from my career. I try to remain intellectually focused and I don't want to take 10 steps back professionally because I got married and had kids. I am sure that this is a struggle that many women have in their lives but it makes me more determined to shape the life I want. Do I think that a woman can have a satisfying professional and personal life? Yes, I do. Life won't be balanced and perfect and it will need to be adjusted at times but I believe it can be done. Claire Huxtable stayed on the Ferris wheel and so will I.
My observation of my coworker served to reinforce my own ideas about myself and what I want to do in my life. I know plenty of women who have left the workforce and returned just as strong as they were before if not stronger. My sister is a stay at home mother and I know at some point she will return to the working world with a vengeance too. I am supportive of my friend and her professional and personal decisions. I know that everyone has a different path. I also applaud her for her honesty regarding her approach to work and I hope that she can find whatever balance she is looking for as well.