Dogs.

I have always known how amazing the impact is that animals have on humans.

It started when I was six or seven and my parents bought me my first fish: Lippy. I named her that because she was white with pink lips. When she died, I cried. A lot.

It continued when, in second grade, my dad brought Willy home:

And in fifth grade, when my dad brought home Rocky:

While Willy, Rocky and I grew up together, I came to two conclusions:

1. Each dog’s presence in my life was completely precious.

and

2. There’s no way I could ever survive their deaths.

But if you’ve known me long, you know Willy died at almost 16 in the spring of 2009, and Rocky died at 13 in the spring of 2010. (And you also know I survived.) But the presence of both of those dogs, and the dog I have now (Rudy!), taught me a lot. I learned to sacrifice (Tiny dogs take up more room in a bed than you’d think.) and to wait (I just couldn’t get my dogs to poop on command.). I learned to put somebody else’s needs before my wants (like when Rocky was dying — I didn’t want to watch him deteriorate, but I had to put his need for companionship before my desire to not be uncomfortable.) Ultimately, I learned to love. But as amazing as an animal’s impact can be on a human, I never thought much about how amazing a human’s impact can be on an animal. I realized it recently.

Which is why I wept when I watched this video, of a Navy Seal’s dog, who settled in front of his owner’s casket at his owner’s funeral:

If I have a dog when I die, I so want him or her at my funeral. Animals grieve, too.

Click here to read about the above video and animal grief in the New York Times.

Integrity.

in·teg·ri·ty

noun/in?tegrit?/?

The quality of being honest and having strong moral principles; moral uprightness.

That’s how the dictionary defines integrity. But whenever it comes up in conversation, I tend to define it like this:

A person who has integrity lives his or her life like everything he or she ever does and says will be dug up by a good newspaper reporter, unexpectedly. He or she simply doesn’t do or say anything that he or she would not be able to explain — NAY — defend if the thing done or said were, in fact, exposed. He or she doesn’t do or say things privately that are inconsistent with his or her public image. He or she doesn’t misrepresent him or herself.

Most of the women and men who choose otherwise won’t be discovered, ever. What they’ve said and done won’t show up in the paper. If their lies, for instance, are uncovered by someone, I bet it’s even more likely that that person will call them out for it privately, or in a sector so small that their being called out for it won’t rip the rug of their lives out from under them. But that isn’t the point.

I don’t suggest living like a reporter will dig up our dirt so we sound good if a reporter actually writes about us. I suggest it because when we are in-authentic, in-credible and dishonest, we do a deeper disservice to our families, our friends and ourselves than a single story in the paper could convey. And for the flippin’ love of Pete, it’s the right thing to do. In the long run, we live life the hard way when we decide to manipulate our worlds so we can do whatever we want while we appear to be doing something completely different. We damage our families and friends if we’re discovered, and we damage them if we’re not (because how true is your love if nobody knows the person from whom it is given?).

3 Ways Life is Like a Highway

On my way to work this morning, while stuck behind a red minivan whose driver drives too slowly for my taste, I came to the realization that for at least three reasons, life is like a highway.

1. It’s complicated. Groups (like families, office staffs, etc.) and roadways both are complicated systems. Every person within these always-moving systems is a unique conglomeration of the following: behaviors and communication styles learned in his or her family of origin, expectations fostered by the environments in which he or she grew up, the presence of certain skills and abilities and the absence of certain skills and abilities.

To that, add the person’s locus of control (if it’s internal, he or she believes his or her own behaviors determine the things he or she experiences; if it’s external, he or she believes the things he or she experiences are determined by other people’s behaviors.). Then add attribution theory (the idea that people live like when something bad happens to me, it’s because of my circumstances and when something bad happens to somebody else, it’s because there’s something wrong with that person). Plus pathology (mood disorders, anxiety disorders, personality disorders, psychotic disorders, etc.).

Then, (as if it’s not overwhelming enough to know that every single person by whom we’re surrounded in groups and on roads is just ONE of those unique conglomerations) add the fact that we are often egocentric — that is, we tend to assume that everybody else is the same kind of conglomeration we are (i.e. the time I was 15 and in English class and my teacher mentioned the turkey she planned to prepare for Christmas dinner. I said, “Um…you eat turkey on Christmas?” and she and all my classmates said, “Pretty much everyone does.” Until she shattered my egocentric view of Christmas dinner, I assumed all Americans, like my family, eat Italian food on Christmas.).

Now, strap yourself to a bunch of people who know nothing about your conglomeration and about whose conglomerations you know nothing, either. That’s life. Often, you’re surrounded by people you don’t get (and who don’t get you). You don’t meet each others expectations, nor can you empathize with eachother about it. This can be chaos, but it happens when your family merges with another in marriage, or when you work in an office, eat at a restaurant, stand on a line or stop and go in stop-and-go traffic.

2. You will be wronged. Injustice is inevitable in life and on the road. You try to communicate, and somebody doesn’t pick up what you’re putting down. Others pretend not to hear what you’re saying — whether you’re speaking it in words or in gestures — in favor of passive aggression. When you don’t try to communicate, people read into what you aren’t even saying. People do things that directly, negatively impact us and don’t notice. Other people do things that directly, negatively impact us, are entirely aware of it and don’t care at all about how it affects us. And we often do one or both of the same to other people.

It’s because of our conglomerations. It’s like when a wife expects her husband to do XYZ even though she’s never expressed “I would like you to do XYZ.” She speaks in code (or doesn’t speak about it at all) and gets angry or hurt when he doesn’t do what she wants. It’s also like when we assume we know other people’s codes (when the wife loudly bangs together the pots and pans she’s washing in the sink and while she only does that because the sink is small and for no other reason, the husband becomes anxious because he assumes she’s banging the pots and pans because she’s mad at him). The problems with this are a) we don’t know each other’s codes because b) we don’t know each other’s conglomerations and c) as egocentric people, we subconsiously assume that we do. In the wife’s family of origin, husbands knew to do XYZ without being told. But in her husband’s family of origin, no man ever did XYZ unless a woman asked. And in her husband’s family of origin, if dish-washing was loud, it meant his mother was angry. But no one in his wife’s family of origin ever took out anger on cookware.

3. You have choices. While you drive, and you’re — say — stuck behind a red minivan whose driver drives too slowly for your taste, you have choices. You can flail your arms at them like a madman or -woman (if you’re willing to take a gamble that the driver is not the kind who grew up where, when somebody flails their arms at other drivers, they flail shot guns in response). You can tailgate. You can call your friends and complain about it. You can slow to a safe speed and wait until there’s room to pass (and you can accept it if sharing the road with this person turns out to mean you don’t always get to drive as fast as you’re comfortable).

Being on a highway (or in a world) where everybody experiences everything in an entirely unique way means everybody has to adapt. Period. It’s unreasonable to expect everyone else in the system to see and do things the way you do. Expecting that is expecting the system to revolve around and cater to you. Sometimes, we get to do what we want without incident. Other times, nothing works out the way we’d choose. And if a person keeps up unreasonable expectations, he or she can expect to perpetuate the parts of this process that piss most of us off. But approach it with flexibility, and you might just prevent us from reliving those parts over and over again.

Decisions.

Today I came across an e-book, and a set of videos that accompany it, by a guy named Andy Stanley. It’s called Your Move: 4 Questions to Ask When You Don’t Know What To Do.
Who hasn’t been there?

I can’t say it better than Stanley, so I’ll let him tell you about the study:

And via an excerpt from the book, I’ll also let Stanley share one of the questions he asks — one I think all of us should ask ourselves more often:

“Here’s the first of the four questions:

Am I being completely honest with myself?

We’re all experts at selling ourselves on whatever we really want to do, whether we should do it or not. We’re all very good at deceiving ourselves, because we feel so compelled to justify our unwise decisions. It’s as if our hearts are wrapped around a certain choice, then they send our brains a message that says, “Quick, find me some reasons for it!” Our brains manufacture the reasons, and then we start believing them.

Why aren’t we more honest with ourselves? Because for the most part, we’re on a quest not for truth, but for happiness. Our hearts cling to whatever choices we think will make us happiest, no matter how unwise they might be.

So, we need to ask ourselves, Why am I doing this . . . really? What’s the real reason for the choice I’m making? We don’t often ask ourselves this because it’s convicting and uncomfortable. There are times we don’t really want to know why we’re making a certain choice.”

If you’re interested in the study, it and the videos are available for free download here through April 30, 2011.

Choices.

“I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do.” Romans 7:15

Oh, Paul. How I can relate. It stinks to want to do one thing but to choose, for any of a multitude of reasons, to do something else instead. It is a whole other awful thing to know perfectly well what you should do and choose to do anything but it. (Paul’s been there.)

Sometimes, what I do I don’t want to do, have time to do or benefit from doing and what I don’t do is exactly what I should do. Like when I shop like I don’t have a budget. Or when I eat but I’m not hungry. Or when, instead of studying, I pretend my TV remote is a microphone and I perform the Avett Brothers’s Live Volume 3 album in its entirety in front of a mirror.

Afterward, I don’t say, “Wow. I’m glad I chose that. It really worked out for me.”

I say, “I do not understand what I do.”

But I do understand that I have choices. And that — in the words of the Avett Brothers — we only get so many days.

Choose wisely.