Analytically Yours
Wednesday, June 3, 2020
Indulge me for a moment.
Tuesday, June 2, 2020
Stepping up #blackouttuesday
I am struggling to make sense of everything that is going on
right now. I have opinions. I have discussions with friends and colleagues and
sometimes even with strangers. I generally stay away from political, social or
any hard debate on social media because it’s a scary rabbit hole. This does not
mean that I am not horrified at some of the content I see, that I don’t
question things that my Facebook friends post or comment on, that I don’t
wonder how people I love and admire can think so differently to me; assuming
that how I think is the right way. But I stay silent. The resounding message I
am hearing now is that if you are silent, you are complicit.
For the first time in my life I am keenly aware of the
colour of my skin. And I know that saying this is a ridiculous example of my privilege
and my white fragility. Yet I don’t know what to do because I am overwhelmed.
What should I say? What must I do? What can I not? I loved Dr. Seuss as a child,
I still do. But I need to throw that out because it’s perceived as racist. I
have been asked to count the number of black friends in my life and expected to
answer with an appropriate number or explain why it is not so.
I was horrified when Doug Ford, a member the Conservative Party,
was elected Premier. I voiced my support and indignation when he collapsed the
Council and withdrew funding from services like those used to support autism. I
waxed lyrical about his revenge on Toronto for how Rob was treated (who I
really liked, by the way). Yet, in my opinion, he has stepped up. He has
managed Ontario through this pandemic with confidence and assurance and has not
been afraid to single out businesses that take advantage. I don’t support
everything he says or does any more than I do of Trudeau, and I don’t say that
everything is fixed, but he stepped up.
I cannot say a single good word about Trump. He has never
stepped up. America is burning and Trump was the magnesium that sparked the
flame.
I am racist. I am the epitome of white privilege. I feel
like I do not have the right to give my opinion because I have never walked a
single step in the shoes of an abused woman or a murdered black man. But if I
don’t speak up then I am as bad as those that oppress.
I grew up in apartheid and lived through post-apartheid
South Africa. I grew up, looked after by people that cleaned my house and
ironed my clothes who for a long time had a curfew. But I also had a European
father that insisted they ate at the dinner table with us. I was slightly
different but not really and the first black friend I had was at University.
I am a Jew that grew up in a town significantly dominated by
a radical Neo-Nazi-type group called the Afrikaanerweerstandsbewegin (AWB) and once
had a swastika painted on my school bag. I am gay and once got bashed while
cruising a park at 2 am. I’ve lost more friends to crime and suicide than I care
to count. I lived oppression. Yet, I can’t say that I ever felt bullied, I didn’t
feel profiled, I was never made to feel “less than” and I wanted for nothing.
I can assure you that Racism is taught because I lived it. I
can also assure you we can do better. We can deconstruct those images and thoughts
in our mind, but we must listen and then we must act. A huge part of my ability
to deconstruct my racism is because of Canada, I am better for living in this
country and for the people that educate me every single day.
Tell me. How can I step up?
Tuesday, May 21, 2019
Is Pro-Life a Choice?
Friday, May 17, 2019
A self-indulgent non-nonsensical group of words
I optimistically believe I have an ability to learn from life's lessons and my choices. For example, I've written before that I don't regret my father's death and I don't. Obviously I wonder what my life would be like had he lived but at the same time I understand the impact of that horrible moment and the way it shaped my future. I also believe it was something selected (by me or otherwise) even prior to this life. When Keith had his stroke I changed things up, when my sister died I swerved to avoid the brick wall and took a different direction. I always did what my mother couldn't/wouldn't; I picked myself up and moved on (not always in a forward direction but rarely with any regret).
A lot of this approach is due to the wisdom and guidance of a mentor/guru/life-coach (there are many words for this person most of which she would reject; she would remind me that she is simply moi_being_a_therapist) that has operated in the background and the foreground of my life for almost 20 years, if not more, but certainly not less. Together we have explored many aspects of who and what I am in the context of Wicca, Buddhism, Taoism, Egyptology, using crystals and Tarot, the Enneagram and the Archetypes, through Grace and Grit, most torturously (I know that's not a word) through Boomeritis, while eating garlic chicken and coconut cake and more recently in Strategy and Authority. Who I am, how I react to life, people and events and what I think is in enormous part due to the work we have done and continue to do together. If you want to know her, ask me how.
Our lives are mostly governed by what we do for work. We spend so much of our time working and earning that salary to get from one month to the next. For the longest time I was grateful to be one of the few that truly loved what I did. But somewhere along the way I lost that. I worked harder not always smarter, and regardless I always gave my all even when I threatened not to. I got angry, I got worked up and I sadly realize now that for the better part of 10+ years I moaned incessantly. I could share the reasons why some of this happened but it's not really that important though I will say that a large part had to do with my boss and the reflection of him in me and me in him. It is here that I will acknowledge that Carolyn Glashagen was and remains to this day the most supportive, collaborative, thoughtful and effective leader that I have ever encountered. I did not say thank you then; I should have said it every day. She, among others, taught me to be the work-person-manager-leader that I strive to be every day.
A Facebook memory popped up recently. It was during a time when I vented publicly and cryptically as so many of us do. It was about an incident about ten or so years ago when I was given a document to review that had been so badly written that I could not bring myself to even respond to it. I sighed and started to re-write and clean it up and finished it 36 hours later without any sleep. By then I was angry and tired and I probably brought it up a hundred times in the subsequent years. Guess what? It made absolutely no difference to who and where I am today. No. Body. Cares.
It was 2 years ago that I decided to change again, that's what Keith and I do, we do it often and we do it well. I went from working from home for over 10 years back to an office environment and I have never been happier. Work stays at work. There is always another day. I am 100% replaceable, disposable, expendable, dispensable and I love it. I went from toxic crazy to non-toxic crazy but I don't get worked up about anything anymore. I do my job. I do it extremely well because I put in the effort. Then I go home and I walk my dogs and eat dinner with Keith and play with my friends and watch TV and read books and do all the things I want to do with the money that I work hard for.
I do it this way because no-one will ever write on my tombstone that I stayed up for 36 hours to re-write a document about which No. Body. Cares.
In a meeting recently, after one person slammed her fist down on the conference room table and stormed out, and another was escorted to Starbucks downstairs (probably to be given some Green tea), a colleague pointed at me and said "look at him, no matter what he's always smiling".
It is not easy. We are surrounded by so much information and change, progression and regression. Right now people are upset at the Abortion law changes in the US, at the Trump government, at Trudeau, at the Conservative swing the pendulum is making in Toronto and Canada in general. Sometimes I get why people go off the grid but the vast majority of us have no choice but to keep on keeping on.
I don't want to wait to be 80 to look back and tell people about the 25 things I wish I had done. Know Your Self, find a moi_being_a_therapist who can show you the way, find or be a boss who is a real leader.
Be Kind. Be Good.
That's 5. It's enough.
Friday, May 11, 2018
Troy
Keith and I had been dating for a few months when he decided he wanted a dog and the dog had to be a Golden Retriever. He found a breeder and we went off one day to choose a puppy. As we approached the cage filled with tiny fluff balls Keith spotted two lone pups out of the corner of his eye and asked about them. I can't remember the exact response, I think it was that they had gotten too old and everyone wanted puppies. They were brothers, around 4 or 5 months old and Keith said "I want that one". And "that one" came to forever be known as Troy.
I don't think I've ever known more gentle and yet strange boy. What Retriever hates water? What Retriever cannot catch a ball nor has any interest in bringing it back to you? What Retriever wants chocolate over steak?
Troy came with us from South Africa, joining Dexter and Jessie in their new home. Being the third child he was always left to his own devices. He loved the cold so preferred to sleep with his nose under a door than snuggled up to a warm body. In South Africa he would spend the entire night sleeping outside on the grass. He loved people more than dogs, so much so that if left to his own devices he would follow certain people from the park. I remember having to run off and retrieve HIM many times!
There are too many moments to share, too many stories to tell, too many photos and videos that I am so thankful for because he will never be forgotten. How do you write about someone that has been a part of your life every single day for 14 years?
Today we bid the gentlest soul I have ever known farewell. It was a decision not taken lightly, there was nothing easy about this and yet at the same time it is a privilege and a gift to have been able to do it. It's been more than 2 years since Troy was rushed to the emergency vet with internal bleeding from a ruptured tumour. After that surgery we begged him to stay with us for one more summer despite being told he may not live past three or four months. He stayed around for a lot more than that.
We said goodbye at home, it was peaceful. I have never heard him snore that loud.
Saturday, March 3, 2018
Content
After I turned 40 I started to yearn to know more about my father and his history so one day I googled him and his father just to see if anything came up. Much to my surprise I stumbled across a pretty extensive family tree online. I joined the tree and started adding some of my own info and got in touch with one of the admins who happened to be one of the 5 above. We soon connected on Facebook and so started the family reconnection.
One day an email from my aunt arrived, in her usual style, inviting me to visit but only if I actually remembered that I even had an aunt. She went on to say that if I loved Keith then so did she and he should come too. From then on I nagged Keith to go to Israel. It took a while but we finally went in May last year, joined by our friends Brooke and Christina. It was an incredible experience, there are few words to describe it. Not only did I remember how much I loved Israel, we were all welcomed with open arms. I heard the stories about my dad that I had longed to hear, we sat in the sun in a park and shared laughs at our similar traits and mannerisms,
and I sat at a table of more than 10 people who were related to me by blood for the first time in my life.
It took 43 years.
After I went home I quit my job and joined a new company who just happened to have a large office in Israel. And so I found myself on a plane back to Tel Aviv 5 months later. My aunt had a stroke two weeks before I arrived and I was devastated at the thought of not being able to speak to her again, or to receive a WhatsApp message asking if I had forgotten that she existed (the Jewish guilt was strong!). On the plane on the way over I watched the movie Lion, a story about family reuniting; the emotions resonated strongly with me.
My aunt was strong, her face glowed when she saw me. My cousins embraced me, we ate and drank and shared stories and we said “till next time” when I left.
My aunt passed away this week. There won't be a next time. But life is not worth living if full of regret. I am sad for the years that were lost yet I am grateful for the moments that I gained. I will always be able to remember her voice, read her WhatsApp messages to me and take comfort in knowing that I told her I did remember (love) her. And with that, I am content.
- 1.in a state of peaceful happiness.
"he seemed more content, less bitter"
synonyms: contented, satisfied, pleased, gratified, fulfilled, happy, cheerful, glad; More
- 1.satisfy (someone).
"nothing would content her"
synonyms: satisfy, please; More
- 1.a state of satisfaction.
Tuesday, January 31, 2017
What a Gay, White, Jewish, Romanian, South African, Canadian, Emigrant thinks.
Monday, November 28, 2016
I (didn’t) fail(ed)
I posted a video on Facebook a few months ago with the promise of a post. The message is simple; you should watch it (click here). My sister worked hard, saved what she could, put a lot away towards retirement and died young. She left behind a lot of money and not enough of what I know she really wanted to do.
“Look at the people who live to retire, to put those savings away. And they when they are 65 they don’t have any energy left”.
Keith and I are different because we change it up constantly. We try new experiences (I get dragged along most of the time) and we take vacations with friends. Sometimes things cost more than we planned but we worry more about living now than saving for then. He has taught me that and for this I am always grateful (despite sometimes being frustrated). Next adventure starts April-2017. Watch this space.
My job involves a lot of travel and a few weeks ago I was flying back from a meeting. I am a frequent flier and so often get upgraded. This flight’s upgrade included a lie-flat bed. It’s a typical scene - sitting there watching the passengers walk by you and having them comment on your seat while they do. When we landed a family moved forward to disembark and the son of about 12 or 13 announced loudly “when I am world famous I will own this as my private plane”. I looked at him and thought to myself “be careful what you wish for”.
“We thought of life by analogy with a journey, with a pilgrimage which had a serious purpose at the end. And the thing was to get to that end. Success, or whatever it is, or maybe heaven after you’re dead. But we missed the point the whole way along. It was a musical thing, and you were supposed to sing, or to dance while the music was being played.”
Thursday, July 21, 2016
Making a decision that is not about you
When he is done, it will be because it is his time, and not because we made him too sick to be a happy old man.
I hope the same would be afforded to me, if it were me.
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Thursday, June 9, 2016
A letter to Christina via Hamlet
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
No. More. Zoos
* Harambe
* The kid
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Friday, May 13, 2016
To Gabi. A Birthday Tribute.
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To Nicki. A Birthday Tribute.
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Sunday, May 1, 2016
To Violet. A Birthday Tribute.
Lawrence to Mima: "Why are you making that face?"
Mima to Lawrence: "I'm a little nauseated"
Keith to Mima: "You aren't eating much"
Mima to the table: "I'm in labour"
And a bunch of hours later you arrived.
I have to admit you haven't ruined our lives as much as I thought you may. You're cute, very friendly and you like to hang out at the HOP where we drink caesars. There really is no better feeling than having you snuggle in our arms, no funnier moment than each time you decide to poo on Keith, the look on your face when you see yourself in the mirror, your chucky-moments when you don't realise the camera is looking.
Unfortunately your mom and dad have done it again and find themselves harboring a womb-fugitive that may escape any day now. This time they've gone too far. We may need to reconsider their friendship. You, however, can stay.
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To Andrew. A Birthday Tribute.
The history of our friendship can actually be found in Stephan's post here but it wouldn't be fair to not add to it. Whenever I arrived at 18OC it was Andrew that greeted me at the door, hand outstretched to take my bag and soon after putting a drink in my hand or licorice and sour gums at my side. And when it was time to say goodbye he would always walk me to my car and wave in the rear view mirror as I drove off.
Andrew is a passionate guy, hes committed to what he does, dedicated to his family and friends and that has made him the successful person that he is today. He loves flying and planes and we have a shared appreciation for the (one and only) Concord.
I hope your birthday is filled with love and brings a year of health, happiness, and a visit to Toronto......where I'll be waiting with wine and food, a hug and a bit of dust.
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Saturday, April 30, 2016
To Thean. A Birthday Tribute.
Sunday, April 17, 2016
When a book touches you deeply, you stop
Until Sunday 6 March when I received a text message from my friend Jen. It went like this:
"I'm reading the best worst book of my life. So well written but so devastatingly sad."
"What's it called?"
"It's called..."
(I am not going to disclose that because I have recommended this book to some friends, because this blog is about one aspect of this book, and because I don't want to give the plot away. If you are one of those friends, stop reading now! Come back when you've finished the book.)
"I was up reading until 4:30am. I slept for 2 hrs, got up and read again. And then hit such a devastatingly sad part that I went back to sleep to cope with what I'd just read."
Tuesday 15 March
"I started the book. Struggling to follow whose who! But slowly reading."
"Be patient. It will all crystallize about 150 pages in."
Thursday 7 April
"OMG that book.....it's blog inspiring."
"What part are you at?"
"I'm almost done. But I feel like I should read it again"
"I could never read it again. Too heart breaking. And haunting. For a while I regretted reading it".
"It is. It's really upset me"
Thursday 14 April
"I finished the book. I'm devastated."
Monday, April 4, 2016
#To #Petra. #A #Birthday #Tribute.
Happy Birthday Petra
Monday, March 28, 2016
Being pragmatic
Things are as they are. We live in this world that we adapt to and fit in to. I will continue to read the comments, mostly with amusement, but sometimes with a resulting comment of my own. If you are my friend then know that I will always say it to your face. If it's worth saying.
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