17 April 2016

The Smile Muscles


What if our mothers were right?

How often as a child, when you were upset or unhappy about something and walking around with a frown, did your mother say to you, "If you keep frowning like that, your face will become stuck that way"? It always sounded like a cheesy, "motherly" kind of saying, but maybe they understood better than we realized.

The other day, I was standing in front of my bathroom mirror. I suppose I was shaving; I mean, there aren't many other reasons why I would just stand there naked staring at myself in the mirror. As my mind wandered and considered things besides standing naked in front of my mirror, a pleasing thought came to me, and I felt myself smile. 

But then I had a bit of a shock: the face I was looking at in the mirror didn't seem to be smiling back. I had a thought, an emotion, that should have led to a smile, and on the inside I felt like I was smiling. But the face I was looking at barely cracked a smile at all. It seemed halfhearted at best.

So then I got serious; I stared intently at the mirror and worked harder at pulling my face into what appeared to be a real smile. It almost hurt. To achieve the appearance of a genuinely happy smile in the mirror, I had to really put some effort into making those facial muscles work. But in real life, I never feel like my face is working that hard. 

The conclusion then was that perhaps I never seem to be smiling in real life, even when I think I am. I wondered what other people see when I think I am happy and smiling. Do I come off as dour and unhappy all the time? When I pull my face into what seems to me like a real, happy smile, does it look to others like just a slight upturn of the lips - more sad than happy?  Do my "big smiles" just look to the outside world like little more than small cracks in an otherwise stoney and emotionless face?

I really wondered about this, and it made me consider the possibility that, just as the other muscles in our bodies can become weak and less responsive when they don't get exercise, so too our facial muscles probably suffer from atrophy if they don't get used enough. And if this is the case, then probably I just haven't had enough occasions to smile over the past years, and my smile muscles have become weaklings. I think this is true for a lot of people.

We all know people who seem to smile all the time with big grins that are happy and full of life. Maybe this is because they keep their smile muscles in great shape. The muscles are strong and can easily pull the sides of the mouth and the skin around the eyes up into a huge, natural-looking, happy face. And they probably don't feel like they are putting any real work into it at all. 

The big smilers are like the guy at the gym with the six-pack abs who has been doing crunches and sit-ups every day for so long that he can just knock out five hundred of them in a couple of minutes without working up much of a sweat. The big smilers can spend the whole day smiling and their facial muscles never get tired. 

That's actually a pretty good way to be. 

But for most of us, life seems to have gotten us down often enough and for a long enough time that either our facial muscles just become weak because we don't communicate emotion at all, or the frown and rage muscles get all the work and become the stronger group. Certainly, that's not so good.

So, if my reflective revelation has taught me anything, it's that I need to work on those smile muscles more. I need to add the smile muscles to the list of the other muscle groups that need my immediate attention: upper body, lower back, abdominals, legs. As I think about it, perhaps the smile muscles are no less important. 

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10 April 2016

Reason, Season, Lifetime


Many years ago I ran across something on the Internet called “Reason, Season, Lifetime.” It was a popular little piece about how people come into your life for different purposes: some for just a brief time (a reason), some for a longer time (a season), and others for the rest of your life (a lifetime). 

You can still find it on the Net. There are hundreds of Internet “memes” out there with this saying, accompanied by the advice that when you know which a person is, you’ll know what to do with that person. To be honest, there are so many of them, that the sentiment has become rather cliche.

But “Reason, Season, Lifetime” had an impact on me when I first read it because I mostly agreed with the premise, and I have often thought about it over the years. I pulled it up recently from my old computer files and read it again as part of my preparation to finally write the long-overdue third installment of my topic about souls. I found that, while I still basically agree with it, my interpretation had changed a bit from that rather simplistic original piece. So I decided to write a blog post reflecting my updated interpretation.

During our lives, thousands of people pass in and out of our presence. Most just keep on going: people on the street, in airports and shopping malls, on various modes of public transport, etc. They are a sort of a background for what is happening in our own lives, and each of them has their own life situations in which we are just part of their backgrounds. But there are others who stand out from that background, who come into our lives in a more meaningful way.

A Reason


For each of us, there are many, many people who come into our life circles for some specific reason. It might be extremely small, like just to make us notice something, or to give us a message or sign. Maybe they help us to see something about ourselves. Maybe they come into our lives because we have some message for them or a small purpose in their lives.

At the level of low impact, maybe it’s someone who bumps into you in a coffee shop and causes you to spill your pumpkin-spice latte. You get angry, but then later realize that your anger was not a good reaction; you learn something, and perhaps you become better.

It could be a coworker or other person whom you find to be sort of annoying. At some point, maybe you get to thinking about why the person annoys you. Maybe the person just has some personal problem, or maybe you are being too sensitive or critical. Maybe you learn to be a little more tolerant.

It might be some person who comes into your life one time, or regularly for some short period of time, and brightens your day with his or her smile, laughter and upbeat attitude. Such a person might make you forget about any troubles you have and feel more positive.

The person’s reason for coming into your life might be a little more substantial and the message more important. But still, this person is not meant to have a big impact or remain for a long time. Mission accomplished, he or she moves on. Or you do. And there is no sadness or regret about it because there had been no special closeness.

I am sure that we can all think of such people who are in our lives now or who came to us in the past. We might not exactly see what the reason was, but if we think about it for a bit, we can probably at least see that there was a purpose. These days, I think most of my students are such people. Many of them have some "reason" for me, and I no doubt have a reason to be in their lives, even if it is only related to teaching them English.

A Season


Some of the most memorable people in our lives are those who join us for a season. They come to provide some measure of closeness: they might be close or even best friends for some time, they might be special teachers or coaches, or they might be lovers.

“Seasons” come into our lives for much more than to simply deliver a message or point us in a particular direction. They become an important part of our lives for a time. They might have an important lesson for us to learn, or maybe it is that person who needs to learn something from us. It might be that our purpose in each other’s lives is to learn something important together, perhaps through an adventure or maybe just through sharing and relating with each other and helping each other grow.

I can think of many season people who have come and gone in my life. And I remember them fondly.

A season person might show up at the right moment when we need someone special to comfort us or help us get through a difficult time. Season people don’t show up in each other’s lives by accident or random circumstance; they have some level of soul connection. They know each other and probably interacted previously in past lives. Maybe in a previous life they were lifetime people for each other, or maybe they will be in a future life. They plan their meetings even before they are born into the world.

But just as summer turns to fall and then to winter, so too these season people are not permanent in our lives. At some point, they leave because their purpose has been fulfilled. Maybe something happens that causes one or both to become upset, hurt or angry, and they drift apart. Maybe one or both simply loses interest in the relationship after the purpose has been met. Or maybe one of them dies.

There is no fault or blame when a season relationship ends, or at least there shouldn’t be. That’s just how they are meant to be. But it is never easy to lose someone who has become so close and meant so much. It can hurt.

One problem is that very often we believe that the season person was meant to stay around for a lifetime. This person is very important; you might come to rely on her or him very much. As the friendship or relationship grows and intensifies, you trust that this person will be with you always. You might get to a point where you can’t imagine life without her or him. You might even be married and certainly believe that it’s supposed to be a lifetime thing. But something happens, and it ends.

One of the biggest disappointments we can experience in life is when someone we were sure was a lifetime, turns out to be a season. Meeting a lifetime person is one of the greatest feelings we can have. We are filled with hope and comfort for the future. We make expectations. And when it doesn’t work out the way we hoped, it hurts – a lot.  And that brings me to…

A Lifetime


I guess the lifetime person is pretty easy to explain. This person stays with us until one or the other dies, and we teach each other lifetime lessons. In our life’s mission to learn, grow and improve, the lifetime people are the most important teachers we have.



Lifetime people are parents and children, wives and husbands, other close relatives, and those special friends who attach themselves to us at some point – and us to them – and then never leave us. They are the people with whom we share our deepest thoughts and feelings, or at least they should be. They are the people with whom we make ourselves most vulnerable because we trust that they won’t take advantage of that vulnerability or violate our trust.

Yes, I know – violations of that trust or serious disagreements do happen sometimes, even with a lifetime person. But the difference between the lifetime person and a season is that the violation or disagreement with a season probably means the end of the relationship; it is a sign that it's time for it to end.

But if such a problem arises with a lifetime person, it doesn’t end the relationship; the connection between them is too strong to let it die so easily. The situation becomes a learning or growth opportunity, and the bond between the two people can become even stronger. And in that strengthening, both individuals grow and become better as well.

Lifetime people are the most important of all. They are the special souls that we agree to find and be with even before we are born. Often, they are the "soulmates" whom we share multiple lives with. Somehow, we are guided to each other, and we recognize each other when we meet. And if our souls truly have that powerful connection, we won’t let each other go.

As I mentioned earlier, the hard part is knowing whether we have found a “season” or a “lifetime.” In the beginning, they often seem the same. But the lifetime stands the test of time; lifetime people refuse to quit on each other because they know that they are meant to be together not just for this lifetime, but for uncountable others. 

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Writing


Sometimes writing seems so easy for me. In those moments, my mind is clear and the words flow like a rushing mountain stream. And sometimes they even make sense.

But more often, writing is hard. It feels like a chore. My mind is muddled, distracted, pulled in a thousand directions. I have too many things I want to write about, and in the process of thinking about all of them, I find that I can't focus on one. And when I am able to decide on one thing to write about, I find that my thoughts on that topic are scattered. 

This is especially true if the thing I need to write about is particularly emotional. Trying to write an important letter, for example, can be frustrating as the tides of my emotions rise and fall from anger to wishing, from sadness to hoping. And blog posts are much the same: often I have conflicting thoughts and feelings on the subject, and it can be difficult to corral them all and cut out the right ones.

One of my biggest problems with blog posts is that I have a tendency to make them much too long. Blog posts should be relatively short and focused on a small part of a bigger subject, not the whole enchilada. This is something I want to change with this post. Oh, there will still be longer pieces - a jaguar can't completely change his spots - but I know that I should write shorter and publish more.

Frequently, I have moments of profound thought about certain subjects, but those are only thinking moments, not writing moments. I might be in the shower, lying in bed before or after sleep, walking to or from work, or in any of a number of situations where my mind works but it's not convenient to write. The great ideas fade from my memory without ever being recorded - unless, of course, I happen to think of them at the right moment later.
This kind of mental confusion, this writer's block, has handicapped me particularly in the kind of writing that I've felt for years I was meant to do: novels. I have seen myself as a novelist in waiting since I had hair - hell, even since before it began to thin.

Recently, I put together my best story ideas, fleshed them out, and asked some key people for their opinions. Then I chose one and started writing. It's still been a little slow, but at least I got it started and have been trying to keep some momentum going. Some recent life events, however, have made it exceedingly hard to focus on anything else, but I am trying.

In his quasi-autobiography, On Writing, Stephen King mentioned that one key to success is disciplining yourself to set a certain amount of time daily to write - something, anything. Even if it's not good, he believes you have to put something down, you have to have a daily goal of words or pages. You can always change it later, and you will, no matter if it's good or not. I believe he is right.



I've noticed too that there are four things that are essential for me if I am going to write successfully. One is to find the best environments in which to write - places that are quiet and where my mind can open up. And they can't be at home; my apartment is depressing and a terrible place for inspiration.

The next thing is staying off the Internet. I recognize that over the years, I have fallen into something of an addiction to the feeling of connection the Internet can give a person. I suppose this come from feeling so alone in real life most of the time. But I know I have to deal with the aloneness, maybe even embrace it and use it in my writing. 

The third thing is to renew my spiritual connection. Over the past few years, I've allowed that to become weak as I have been more consumed with work and relationship issues. I need more connection with the universal source of creativity. I need to meditate more and free myself to think in a wider, more open way.

Finally, I have to feel good. I have to feel healthy, energetic and positive. This comes from three things: eating good food, getting enough exercise, and having positive relationships with one or a few close people. Only the first two depend entirely on me, and I've not done my best with those in the past. But I can - and must - do better. As for the third, well, it's not up to me alone - I can only try to do the best that I can do and then hope for the best.

Short blog post finished. Time to work on the book.



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