A Thought On Formal Conversations

Have you ever met someone that made you feel small and inexperienced? I don’t mean the people who bully you into feeling worthless and intimidated. I mean someone whose presence is just powerful, grounded, and steadfast. Someone who commands attention with every syllable. Someone who radiates experience and knowledge. I had the opportunity to talk to someone like this several days ago and it was unforgettable.

I was asking her questions about the radio show, trying to gather all the advice and feedback I can get before going in the studio to record which, fingers crossed, will be happening soon, like next month soon (woah and eek but yay). I fully expected a short chat about the topics, the name, and other various details. Instead what I got was a conversation over an hour long that was one of the most memorable moments of the year.

I approached the chat with an all-business attitude. It was simple. I wanted to tell her what I’m doing and where I would appreciate her feedback. It seemed like the most efficient way; I had expectations and in my haste to align the present with these expectations I neglected the human interaction side of things. At the start, I was closed off and not particularly receptive to what she wanted me to learn from this conversation, what I really did need to be reminded of, which was how to listen. Of course I didn’t zone out during our conversation but I wasn’t listening in the sense that I was not responsive to the conversation as it flows. I had an agenda and I kept by it tenaciously until it hit me at some point that, even though she didn’t explicitly say it, she wanted me to calm the hell down, listen, really listen, to the person speaking, and navigate conversations in a way that both participants are cool with.

You’d think that I would already know that. I thought that I knew that. I’ve talked with many people about the same topic I talked to her about with the same tactic. All were pleasant and helpful conversations but none taught me how to interact with others. Everyone had really thoughtful feedback but her advice was two-fold. She told me repeatedly to ask tough questions and taught me, via the nonverbal elements of the conversation itself, how to engage, interact, and be in the moment. It’s difficult to fully articulate the conversation beyond the facts of what was said. I hope this makes sense.

Communication is fascinating. There is the level of what is spoken, of words being tossed back and forth, and then there is the unspoken that runs like a current underneath the words. I have to be receptive to both because that is how successful conversations happen. I usually am sensitive to the less tangible aspects of conversations in my personal interactions. I always check in on my friends’ moods when I talk to them because how they’re feeling, in combination with how I’m feeling, is going to inform and influences how this conversation is gonna go. This process is usually unconscious and automatic. However, this sensitivity is dulled in professional conversations because I tend to think of them as more of a formal exchange and less of a conversation. And yes, while these are definitely more formal, effective communication still requires the same sensitivity to the person(s) you’re talking with.

Live and learn right? It’s really the motto of my entire summer experience thus far. No one has ever said that either is going to be easy or comfortable but from experience I can say that both are worthwhile.

What Are You Going To Do Today?

The question of what I’m going to do today can be met with a myriad of emotional responses ranging from anguish, to giddiness, to terror, to excitement. I don’t have a structured internship. Instead I have complete freedom over when I work, where I work, and whether or not I’m even bothering to put on “real clothes”. This freedom is awesome. I do not like putting on pants in the summer. I do like working in very awkward positions. Blasting Missy Elliot helps with my productivity. Sometimes I go a whole day without getting anything substantial done and that’s okay. But as Peter Parker’s uncle solemnly reminded him/us, “With great power comes great responsibility”. Time is not a renewable resource and once this second is over and done with, it’s gone forever. Sometimes I suspect my mom put the clock with the loudest ticking sound I’ve ever heard (seriously, the sound it produces is greatly disproportional with its size and demure exterior) in my room to remind me of this sobering fact.

Obviously I really care about the things I’m doing this summer including starting up a radio program on KSPC for incarcerated women, working with a shelter for battered women, and writing posts for this blog. It is super important to me that I do these commitments well.  But the pressure to deliver can feel a bit daunting sometimes because it’s not like doing a boring project that I don’t care about. In that case the pressure to deliver is external which, although it carries some weight, is not nearly as heavy as pressure that comes from within. These summer endeavors are not things that I want to do well because of such and such function it may fulfill in my life. I want to do a good job simply because I want to do a good job.

Doing a good job takes time and effort. In the face of long summer days, unrestricted internet allotment on my StayFocused extension, being “out of the hurricane radius but in the reasonably driving distance” (according to my mom) from the beach, time management is easier said than done. I would go to bed mentally listing the things I would like to get done the next day and roll out of bed the next day with a fraction of the motivation I had a sunrise earlier. Whoops. Because there’s always tomorrow, right? Days seem to last forever while weeks flash by. I often ask myself the deeply perturbing question of, “is it time to roll out the trashcans AGAIN?” because honestly it was like Thursday like yesterday.

The thing is though, things need to get done. It’s hard realizing that something is not done and should have been done the last time the garbage truck rolled around. I am sad to report that my willpower fueled by interest and desire to do a good job is simply not enough.

My strategy as of late is reminding myself of the fact that my time is limited and using the motivational momentum of the wake-up call to do the hardest step of any task: starting. It’s hard because the this step is laden with expectations, possibilities, fear, and doubt. But it’s so important it even has a name: The Zeigarnik Effect which basically just says that we feel compelled to finish whatever we started. Finishing a thing? Sounds good to me.

One of my favorite wake-up call (aka kicking myself in the butt reminders) is this video,The Time You Have In Jelly Beans. It is uber helpful in visualizing the time an average American has and I don’t use this uber lightly. Do you see that tiny portion of jelly beans left? That is the time we have to do things that mean something to us with people who mean something to us. Things that we do because we want to because we want to. People we love who love us back. I, for one, feel a sense of duty to make the most out of those jellybeans because those are the beans that will define my life.

The Elephant In The Room

There are many questions I don’t know the answer to but really wish I did, pretend that I do, and can blab as if indeed I do but I actually don’t. There is a question in particular that we skirt around when talking about social justice work—how are we going to make money? Granted we don’t talk about it much because it’s  much more interesting to talk about ideology, politics, and intersectionality but maybe, just maybe, we don’t talk about it because we don’t want to talk about it. We don’t want to talk about it because there is very little money to be made doing social justice work. And if your decision to pursue a career doing social justice type work is not informed by the fact that it’s a pretty financially bleak sector (yikes) then you should really reconsider taking your priorities into account.

Of course, there are very successful people who make an awesome income doing social justice work. If you work with an established organization then you are likely to make a stable income. And yes, there are tons of entrepreneurial opportunities within the social justice sector that you can really capitalize on. But really, you are probably not going to be making six digit incomes and there is a real possibility that in the beginning you are not even going to be making a stable income.

I was rock climbing with my friend today and she was telling me about the internship she is close to securing with a nonprofit.

“That is really awesome,” I said.

“Yeah. It is. I guess,” she said. Her left foot seemed to effortlessly find a rock to land on while mine dangled aimlessly.

At this point my arms gave out and I dropped to the mat below.

“Wait what do you mean? I thought you’ve wanted this since high school,” I said wiping chalk from my legs unsuccessfully. She reached the top, climbed down a couple of feet, and landed next to me.

“It’s sounds really superficial but honestly I won’t be making much working there,” she said. After a pause she continued, “and I kind of want to be making more. And the thing is I know I could if I worked for a for-profit business. Ugh choices.”

This sentiment is not uncommon.

“It’s gotta be a choice you’re willing to make,” I said.

“Yeah I know. I think I’m willing. I’m not sure if I know that for sure anymore.”

Money is an issue that my friend is acutely aware of. She rented a room for the first time as a grad student and had to commute to go to work. Nevertheless hearing her say that was unnerving. We have very similar interests and I don’t think she is any less passionate about her cause but life happen and conviction wavers. It might and probably will happen to me.

Let’s talk about the money issue in the interest of helping people make informed decisions. I will be the first to admit that I’m young, hopelessly idealistic, and a little naive. It’s too easy to be in denial and to romanticize social justice work. We need to acknowledge that the cost of living is high in urban areas where the majority of social justice work is aggregated. Everything costs money. This is the reality. This is the outside world that someday we will have to step into when we leave the comfort of the room. When making the choice to work in social justice type careers it’s important to acknowledge the sacrifices that comes with that—being financially well off is one of such sacrifices.

Worrying about money sucks. It would help though if we addressed the money issue. I talk to my friends who are interested in working in the social justice field and no one has yet given me a concrete answer. I do see successful people in the field who make a decent living but none who do activism-oriented work which leaves me questioning whether or not it’s even a viable career path. It might very well be. New jobs are being developed constantly, e.g., youtubers who post videos for a living (like what?!). Yes it’ll take hard work, I’ve accepted that. I might as well capitalize on my youth while I still have it, while I’m not afraid of strenuous work, of long nights, of starting over.

I read an article, “Investing: I have $5. What is the best way to invest and grow my money?”, that really cheered me up though. These students literally made money from nothing but their time and ability both of which I have. The TL;DR edition is just look for problems, provide a solution, and charge for the solution. Easier said than done, like most things in life, but a promising start nevertheless.

 

Check Yo’ Privilege. No, seriously.

You know the kind of internal agony that you experience when remembering something you did that was embarrassing or inappropriate in a social situation and you just want to curl up and make a pterodactyl screech internally (or into a pillow)? C’mon, I can’t be alone in that. I felt that kind of agony acutely on the drive home from a workshop/training/informal conference recently.

Okay, real quick, context first. The workshop was comprised of people ages 19-65 from the Asian American community in the greater Los Angeles area. Some have worked in the legal and medical field providing resources to the Asian American Pacific Islander (AAPI) community. Many also spoke English with heavy accents and unconventional grammar. Most did not attend college in the States.

We were discussing gender based violence and male privilege which is familiar grounds to me, ya know, considering I attend Scripps. I’m very used to talking about these things in the classroom and with politicized friends using complex sentence structures, multisyllabic words, and theory specific vocabulary. But let’s be real: outside the Claremont bubble very few niches of people talk like that. However, I totally neglected the fact that relative to most people in the world I enjoy tremendous education privilege (which by the way is very much correlated with economic class privilege). I made several comments about how society systematically disenfranchises women and is rather ineffective in dealings with gender based violence. Continue reading

So What Now? And In Other News I’m Kinda Sorta scaredofmakingdecisivedecisions

It is finally summer. A time when the sun is shining brightly, my calendar is as good as empty, and time feels like it has stopped. Everything. Is. At. A. Standstill. At the second I dove into my bed and fell asleep before my eyes were fully shut, some cosmic force switched a lever that put my life on standby.

Actually I know why it feels like life is on hold. It is currently the waiting period for all of my summer endeavors.  It’s kind of funny how projects fall into a certain rhythm of crests and troughs of activity and inactivity. Even more interesting is how their rhythm synchronizes with each other. I’ve done what needs to be done and pretty much all I can do at the moment for the radio program. I’ve attended the trainings for my other volunteer position and I’m waiting for the final clearance from the director. I’ve been busy with both projects in practically the same week and now I have some down time. Nothing more I can do right? NOPE.

(Just as a side note: the answer is always no.)

There are final decisions to be made regarding my radio program that finalizes everything. Specifically, what material I want to air first, when I want to air it, and how the program might progress. These decisions kinda sorta scare me and therefore I’m approaching them very cautiously, mulling over the options, and thinking about the ramifications of my decisions.

I do not find these decisions to easy to make. For me, decisions in generally are not easy to make. Like choosing which pair of pants to wear. If I’m wearing skirts, most likely, it’s because I gave up on deciding between two pairs of embarrassingly similar pants. (But they feel different you know? Like they fall on your hips differently, have slack in different places, and are tight in others? Right?) For those of you who are familiar with the Myers-Briggs personality test I embody the characteristics of Judging (J) which means I like order, organization, and details. A lot. I make lists obsessively and if I could I would organize the world. Googling neat bento boxes bring me so much joy I can’t even…The tumblr thingsorganizedneatly, asdfkkhakgj. Going to Ikea, ~heaven~. I really really really identify with the woman in the video by the way. Pssss: It’s only 15 seconds long and may bring you happiness.

Lunch Box Ikea Commerical

The problem is, a list that has the options for what, when, and how, complete with pros and cons (and possible pros and cons) is daunting to look at. I don’t feel comfortable proceeding without having given a reasonably complete consideration of all the possibilities but also I need to proceed. Some considerations include: what is going help me achieve the ultimate goal of the program most effectively, what is going to be the least taxing to execute aka the most possible, and which considerations should be given more weight. Good news: I have a couple of weeks to finalize everything. Bad news: I have a couple of weeks to finalize everything.

If anything my lists of possibilities shows me that I need to consult with people I trust. Fear is healthy to some extent before it becomes paralyzing and that is so not an option and will not be an option because I’m driven to do this project and have so much support. I moved a lot as a kid and I had to go through lots of omg-I-have-to-attend-yet-another-new-school situations. I dealt with it by thinking to myself, “I’m scared and I have reason to be scared but I’m more excited than I am anything else because everything new and unknown has potential and potential is exciting”. Same tactics apply. Rinse and repeat as needed.