Summary: Yesterday, I embarked on a little adventure and tried something new: snorkeling. I relate the experiences of my brain and my body in today's post.
Have you ever been snorkeling? I have—finally! Before yesterday, I would have answered that question with, "No, but I'd love to one day." That one day arrived, yes, yesterday.
Let me start by explaining that I'm not the world's best swimmer. In fact, I tend to panic in the water. I have an irrational fear of drowning that cost me an A in gym class in high school when I failed to tread water for 30 minutes, because I just didn't believe it was possible for me. I also have a mild phobia of suffocation, and practice calming techniques when I'm in heavy crowds (where I can't see over others' shoulders, because I'm relatively short) or when I must wear something over my face (like breathing masks during heavy cleaning and yard work ... or snorkel masks!).
I let the Dive Bermuda team know right away that I was a first-time snorkeler. The crew was quick to accommodate me, asking me to hang back from the rest of the group—all experienced snorkelers and divers—so that they could help me into the wetsuit properly. Then they showed me how to clean my mask by spitting in it (not for the germaphobic!), and how to heavily breathe out through either my nose or mouth to clear water from the mask or the breathing tube.
The moment I learned water could leak into the mask—that it wasn't magically secured—I felt fear creep in like mild panic. I thought to myself, "I can handle this. I'm safe here with this team." And I willed the fearful thoughts away.
Then came the lack of confidence. I waded out waist-deep into the water as instructed and I practiced putting my face in the water to breathe through the tube. Surrounded by divers who were practicing going under, I began to mimic them. Only I couldn't stay down! My first time in a wetsuit, I didn't realize initially just how buoyant it made a body. When Kevin, the instructor assigned to me, called out to me to see how I was doing, I hollered, "I can't stay under!" And he replied, "That's a good thing!" He showed me how to lean over and put my mask in and reminded me that my goal at first was to practice looking at the sea floor and breathing through the tube, making sure the mask fit. When we were all satisfied with our practice, it was time to climb into the boat.
We drove further out from the ocean shore than I've ever been, which was still not far, considering how visible the shoreline was. The waters were choppy yesterday, and as we anchored, the boat began rocking heavily. Luckily, I have no fear of shipwreck or of going overboard, so I was simply able to enjoy this part. In fact, I was quite excited!
Kevin asked me to wait 'til all the crew and other divers and snorkelers had gone in. He gave me a flotation device (to go along with my wetsuit and fins) and told me to hop off the back of the boat from a sitting position, just as I'd seen the other snorkelers do.
As I sat on the edge of the boat, fear gripped me again—harder this time. I may as well have been back in high school, stalling on the edge of the high-dive while the rest of the class waited impatiently behind me. At least this time, I didn't have the fear of what my peers would say or think of me raging through my head. Kevin was patient. I acknowledged that I was nervous and he simply said, "Me, too." His honesty made me laugh and relaxed me enough that I was able to hold my breath and hop in with no problems. I grabbed the floaty, put the breathing tube in my mouth, and got ready for my semi-underwater adventure.
But Kevin had one more piece of instruction: Because of my aquatic fears, he wanted me to hang onto the life preserver that was tethered to the back of the boat. I swam to it almost gratefully, and began my peek under the water.
At my first glimpse of the sea floor—colorful coral reefs, small parrot fish who swam blissfully unconcerned with me—I smiled and said a small, automatic prayer of thanks. What an experience! Water leaked immediately into my mask (Kevin explained later that smiling pulls the mask away from the face and breaks the air seal) and got into my nose. I came up for air in a fresh panic and sputtered as I took the tube out—promptly forgetting to simply blow away the water—and trying to pull the mask off and empty the nose area out, all as a wave washed over me.
Kevin reeled the life preserver in closer to the boat, so that he could keep a better eye on me. The anchor it was tied to began banging against my leg, and the waves grew stronger as I was battered back and forth between all of the objects (flotation device, life preserver, anchor, boat, masked-and-suited-and-flippered self) bobbing around the ocean in one small area. Even after Kevin had me come back to the boat's stern and replace my mask with a smaller one (child-sized, I'm guessing, due to its bright green coloring), I continued to battle the same difficulties of water in my nose, waves over my head, and anchor line at my knees.
My thoughts began to go something like this: "This sucks. I can't do this. I'm going to drown. What was I thinking signing up to go snorkeling? I'm not a swimmer. And I've barely even seen anything. I should just get back in the boat and give up now."
And then I thought, "This is ridiculous. I paid a decent amount of money for this adventure, and I'm going to have it!" Fears began to diminish as I gained strength from somewhere within. My rational mind synchronized with my gut instinct and my heart, and I suddenly trusted not only the ocean and the snorkel gear, but myself, too.
I could hear all the other snorkelers calling out where they were seeing the most fish: away from the boat's waves. I let go of the preserver, put my face in the water and held onto the edges of my mask to press it against my face, then kick-paddled away from the boat in a solid fashion. Glorious! The world beneath me began to open up as I saw more and more coral and more and more fish in even more colors and sizes.
"Kealah!" I heard Kevin calling from somewhere far behind me as the water receded from my ears. I turned and saw him waving me back to the boat's life preserver. Sigh. It was, after all, his job to protect all of us, specifically me, the newbie. I took my time getting back to it and enjoyed all that I could.
What was I feeling in those brief moments of 'freedom'? Only this: bliss.
© KiKi Productions, Inc. 2010
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May 24, 2010
WORD OF THE WEEK: Vulnerable
Summary: How do you protect yourself from harm? And when do you feel threatened? Paying attention to your body can help you learn when you're really vulnerable--and when you only feel so, based on past experience. Learn about the word vulnerable in today's post.
We've been talking about sadness in its varying degrees, from "a little low" to major depression, and where such feelings start in the body. For a lot of people (maybe you're one of them), this can bring up a completely different feeling: vulnerability.
Vulnerability is a sensation that you feel everywhere--from your head to your toes and all points in between, especially in your bowels and your chest. Although it's a feeling that's part of the fear scale (file under "scared" versus "mad," "glad" or "sad"), being vulnerable does not always derive from fearful feelings. It can quite easily come from sadness, too.
Actually, you can feel vulnerable anytime, anywhere. (Raise your hand if you've ever had a panic attack.) To protect yourself from this, you might shift into other sentiments, like anger, as a sense of protection.
Let's look at the actual word to learn a little more:
Vulnerable (VOL - ner - uh - BUHL) - (adj.) being in a situation where one is likely to meet with harm; lacking protection from danger or resistance to attack.
It comes from the Late Latin vulnerabilis, meaning wounded. And that comes from the Latin verb vulnerare: to wound. Having entered the English language circa 1600, it's interesting that this word once shared both the act of wounding and receipt of the wound as a part of its definition and usage. After all, today we're most likely to put up our guards when we feel vulnerable ... even if the threat of harm is only in our minds.
© KiKi Productions, Inc. 2010
We've been talking about sadness in its varying degrees, from "a little low" to major depression, and where such feelings start in the body. For a lot of people (maybe you're one of them), this can bring up a completely different feeling: vulnerability.
Vulnerability is a sensation that you feel everywhere--from your head to your toes and all points in between, especially in your bowels and your chest. Although it's a feeling that's part of the fear scale (file under "scared" versus "mad," "glad" or "sad"), being vulnerable does not always derive from fearful feelings. It can quite easily come from sadness, too.
Actually, you can feel vulnerable anytime, anywhere. (Raise your hand if you've ever had a panic attack.) To protect yourself from this, you might shift into other sentiments, like anger, as a sense of protection.
Let's look at the actual word to learn a little more:
Vulnerable (VOL - ner - uh - BUHL) - (adj.) being in a situation where one is likely to meet with harm; lacking protection from danger or resistance to attack.
It comes from the Late Latin vulnerabilis, meaning wounded. And that comes from the Latin verb vulnerare: to wound. Having entered the English language circa 1600, it's interesting that this word once shared both the act of wounding and receipt of the wound as a part of its definition and usage. After all, today we're most likely to put up our guards when we feel vulnerable ... even if the threat of harm is only in our minds.
© KiKi Productions, Inc. 2010
Nov 13, 2009
WEEKLY UPDATE: Friendly Feedback
Summary: Honest feedback is essential to the quality of any product or service. This post provides a few helpful parameters to get you started on the road to constructive criticism, whether it be in the workplace, school, or arts world.
Last night, I had the pleasure of attending a showing of an independent filmmaker friend's short Non-Love-Song at the Chicago Gay and Lesbian Film Festival. What a treat! The film was packaged with a number of other shorts, each exploring the themes of love and friendship, especially from a queer perspective. After the films were shown, there was a brief Q & A session with my friend Erik Gernand and the other cast members and directors. Then we audience members were asked to rate the films to our liking, to help provide some feedback to the filmmakers (and potential awards).
Tomorrow, I'll be treated to my own feedback when I hand in some of my written work to my fellow creative writing classmates. Today, I have feedback on the brain!
Honest feedback is essential to the quality of any product or service. Constructive criticism can be difficult to attain, however, particularly for the first-timer. If you struggle with this, here are some helpful parameters:
(1) Focus on the positive first. When you make someone feel good about his or her performance—whether that be work performance, academic or artistic achievement, or something else altogether—you alleviate their initial anxiety and make it easier for them to receive information clearly. (See my old post on cognitive functioning to understand this more.)
(2) Be specific. General information is okay to start with (such as, "Overall, this piece made me feel good"), but it isn't all that helpful in the long run. Clarify any vague statements by citing examples using the Who-What-When-Why-Where-How Rule: "Overall, this piece made me feel good, because it used upbeat music (what) and had fast-paced, comedic dialogue (what); I found myself tapping my toes and smiling (where or how it affected you)."
(3) Word negative feedback proactively. It's unhelpful to simply state, "I didn't like the storyline." This can easily be dismissed as a subjective difference of opinion. What is helpful is to issue a challenge to the person you're critiquing or to share one specific way a portion of their work could be improved. In example, "The storyline was very negative, and as a reader, I was turned off by this. Perhaps if you peppered it with at least some optimism here and there—maybe by introducing a happier character who can reinforce your hero's angst—this would be more digestible to a broader audience."
Constructive criticism in the workplace is imperative. As co-workers, we rely on each other's honesty to ensure that we're doing the best job possible. This is even more important in teamwork situations. Practice giving honest, helpful feedback to those around you. The more you can do this, the more you improve your world.
© KiKi Productions, Inc. 2009
Last night, I had the pleasure of attending a showing of an independent filmmaker friend's short Non-Love-Song at the Chicago Gay and Lesbian Film Festival. What a treat! The film was packaged with a number of other shorts, each exploring the themes of love and friendship, especially from a queer perspective. After the films were shown, there was a brief Q & A session with my friend Erik Gernand and the other cast members and directors. Then we audience members were asked to rate the films to our liking, to help provide some feedback to the filmmakers (and potential awards).
Tomorrow, I'll be treated to my own feedback when I hand in some of my written work to my fellow creative writing classmates. Today, I have feedback on the brain!
Honest feedback is essential to the quality of any product or service. Constructive criticism can be difficult to attain, however, particularly for the first-timer. If you struggle with this, here are some helpful parameters:
(1) Focus on the positive first. When you make someone feel good about his or her performance—whether that be work performance, academic or artistic achievement, or something else altogether—you alleviate their initial anxiety and make it easier for them to receive information clearly. (See my old post on cognitive functioning to understand this more.)
(2) Be specific. General information is okay to start with (such as, "Overall, this piece made me feel good"), but it isn't all that helpful in the long run. Clarify any vague statements by citing examples using the Who-What-When-Why-Where-How Rule: "Overall, this piece made me feel good, because it used upbeat music (what) and had fast-paced, comedic dialogue (what); I found myself tapping my toes and smiling (where or how it affected you)."
(3) Word negative feedback proactively. It's unhelpful to simply state, "I didn't like the storyline." This can easily be dismissed as a subjective difference of opinion. What is helpful is to issue a challenge to the person you're critiquing or to share one specific way a portion of their work could be improved. In example, "The storyline was very negative, and as a reader, I was turned off by this. Perhaps if you peppered it with at least some optimism here and there—maybe by introducing a happier character who can reinforce your hero's angst—this would be more digestible to a broader audience."
Constructive criticism in the workplace is imperative. As co-workers, we rely on each other's honesty to ensure that we're doing the best job possible. This is even more important in teamwork situations. Practice giving honest, helpful feedback to those around you. The more you can do this, the more you improve your world.
© KiKi Productions, Inc. 2009
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