That’s right, Chickens…we are thundering! We held our own for the 2nd annual spirit of the chicken contest. Check us out:
How often do you think about frogs? I mean, frogs are essential to the ecosystem… without frogs our waterways contaminate, dangerous insects proliferate, medical research stymies, a bioindicator disappears…
And in my learning strategies workshops, I share CollegeinfoGeek, Thomas Frank’s, recommendation to “eat your frogs first” when it comes to productivity…assess the time of day and environment in which your personal energy is greatest and do your most challenging or most dreaded tasks then. Geesh! Poor frogs?!? I mean they get a bad rap, amIright?
As the ASC prepares for the 7th in a series of eight stellar lunch ‘n’ learns focused on mental health…it occurs to me:
Mental Health:Human Physiology = Frogs:Ecosphere
(Take that defunct analogy section of the ACT!)
How often do we think about the state of our mental health? Probably only when it starts to croak, right? Yet it’s there all the time…just under the surface…keeping our system and our environment hinged. Just like every other facet of our being, it requires consistent awareness, attention, and maintenance. And mental health isn’t a concern limited to a “certain” group…oh no…concern for frogs is not limited to witches and royalty. We all…all (yep, you…and you too) need to care for our frogs.
I mean we drag ourselves onto our treadmills, ellipticals and yoga mats right? We choke down lentils and kefir…but we don’t standardize and prioritize our mental-health-care much, do we? Maybe because it can lead us down some pretty dusky paths…force us into some “awkward-family-photos” territory…overwhelm us with the smell of formaldehyde.
But I know what you’re made of Chickens…I know you’re up for a challenge…I know you’re not skeered to ‘jump’ out of your comfort zones from time to time. As my colleague KS will tell you, mental health is a high maintenance dame. If you don’t treat her right – right now – she’ll turn on you until you can’t say your name and destiny takes your child. (Sorry…could not resist.)
Heed this warning, Chickens:
You can start by attending the lunch ‘n’ learn this Thursday @ noon.
But how do we know? And I’m not even talking about others…I’m keeping it close to the chest and wondering how we can be sure we are doing no harm to ourselves?
Let’s first assume we don’t want to harm ourselves… we’re not consciously trying to undermine our own health, happiness or success. We are not masochists, Chickens, plucking ourselves to feel the pinch. No, no…
Let’s assume we have the best intentions (oh what a slippery catfish word)...let’s assume our shared human quest is to climb Maslow’s colorful mountain…
I’m a lucky duck, Chickens…and pardon my imposition of digital intimacy for a minute…to illustrate:
I (and 2.3 million other people) live with MS, multiple sclerosis. My husband…who is, ya know…kind of an okay guy…often sends me MS news blurbs or headlines…If you’re not familiar with MS…just know that it’s kind of like the Bigfoot or Loch Ness Monster of chronic conditions…hard to spot, hard to anticipate and looks a little different each time it appears.
Anyway…recently he sent…40 Foods That Reduce Your Multiple Sclerosis Risk…with the exceptions of caviar, salmon roe (what??), and anchovies…I eat the other 30-some foods pretty regularly.
Obviously, my risk hasn’t been reduced…that ship has sailed…so by limiting my diet…blending up kale, grilling cod, and noshing cruciferous veggies…am I climbing, losing footing, or just holding ground?
Oddly enough, another article sent by my colleague, KA, had me revisiting this dilemma (excerpted from Hand to Mouth: Living in Bootstrap America by Linda Tirado)…
Tirado claims: Because our lives seem so unstable, poor people are often seen as being basically incompetent at managing their lives. That is, it’s assumed that we’re not unstable because we’re poor, we’re poor because we’re unstable.
If I lose my job because my car gets towed and I can’t afford to pay the fees to recoup it…how do I know if I’m harming or helping myself…what (within my control) have I done to harm or help myself?
But are you with me, Chickens? It’s so much gray!
I mean sometimes it’s clear…I studied for a test-I got a better grade (Help). But what about when I study and do not get a better grade? What about when I exercise and not only do I not lose weight…I am diagnosed with some Yeti disease?
The relationship between self-harm and self-help isn’t always easy or apparent or on time.
It’s plodding and risky…and not for those of little faith. But Chickens…collect your eggs…both of harm and help…when our baskets are full…we’ll get together some rainy afternoon over macchiato…and… research publishing houses.