From Jennifer to Lauren

Around this time, 40 some odd years ago, a series of events occurred that chose the path my life would take.

My Mom was out of town helping my Dad's sister, who had just had baby #3. My parents had been married a little over five years and were seriously challenged in the reproductive department. My Mom loved children and wanted nothing more than to start a family but it didn't look like it was in the cards for them. I know this had their relationship at a significant crossroads as they struggled with the pressure and disappointment of not being able to conceive.

Family legend has it that my maternal Grandma mentioned my mother's fertility issues in passing to her family doctor during a routine checkup around this time (my Grandma can be quite chatty so the story probably checks out). The story goes on to say that within the next couple of days, that same doctor was golfing (?) with a colleague, an OBGYN who happened to bring up the fact he had a patient who was looking for a family to privately adopt her soon-to-be-born child. Dr. OBGYN asked if Family Doctor knew anyone who might like to adopt. Family Doctor thought of my Grandma's story about my Mom and he made a call.

Within a day or so, my Mother got a call at my Aunt's house, from my Grandma, asking if she wanted to adopt a baby that was due any day. My Mother didn't know what to think - at first she thought it couldn't be real - adoption wasn't really even on their radar and this was coming out of nowhere (in some versions of this story my mother hangs up dramatically on my Grandma, thinking she is playing a mean joke). But it was their chance to have a family. So she packed up and returned home to get ready for the possible arrival of a new baby. They had nothing a baby would need and scrambled to get the basics together.

Meeting my other Grandma
for the first time (not the chatty one)

A few weeks later, on a Monday afternoon, the phone rang. A little girl had been born. Adoption laws at the time stated that infants could not be placed with their adoptive families until they were at least seven days old. The doctor kept me "for observation" in hospital for that first week so that I wouldn't have to go into foster care (something that was important to my Birthmom). The nurse apparently were more than okay with this, because they had a baby that they could snuggle, hug and feed. It was always thought that they had named me (Jennifer) although I now know that my Birthmom did that.

When the week was up, on an unseasonably warm late October day, a "neutral third party" (the adoption lawyer's wife) picked me up from the hospital and brought me back to their home, where my parents were anxiously waiting. From that day forward, I became Lauren to all who knew me, although I wasn't officially adopted until June of the following year. On that day, the judge asked to hold me. He then stood up, addressed the court and said "I'd like to introduce you all to Lauren Elizabeth Herschel".

I always knew I was adopted. I don't remember being told. My Mom said when she was later pregnant with my brother (surprise!) and I was less than a year old, she'd tell me that while I didn't grow in her tummy, I was just as much hers as he was. I was always told that my Birthmom had made a choice to have me and that she took very good care of herself so I would be born healthy.  Adoption for me was always framed in a very positive way - that my Birthmom had wanted me to have the best life possible and that my adoptive parents really wanted me as well. I always had the sense that not only was I in a very loving adoptive family, there was also a Birthmom (and family) out there who cared deeply for me, hoping I was doing well and thriving. Sometimes when you tell people you are adopted, they initially look uncomfortable, uncertain if it is a good thing or not. I always thought I was lucky I was adopted and that I was truly loved and wanted by a lot of people, before I was even born.

My Dad was never okay with me looking for my birth family - he said the family I grew up with was my family and that's all I should need to know. My Mom always seemed to understand my curiosity a little more, and she knew that someday I might want to know more about where I came from. All I knew growing up was that my Birthmom had been in her early 20s, was a student and had nothing significant in her family medical history. That's not a lot to go on but in the 1970s, there weren't many rules around what information had to be collected in a private adoption.

After my Dad died, I decided to look, if for nothing else, updated medical history (watching a parent go through cancer makes you reflect on that kind of thing). In my mid 20s with the help of the Ontario government, I was reconnected with my Birthmom. It was pretty interesting to find out what we had in common (quite a lot) and see pictures of someone I look like. After a few months of letters and emails, we met. The following day, I was introduced to a slew of other amazing family members and family friends. They are all wonderful, kind people and I feel pretty fortunate to have a whole "other" family come into my life. They have always made me feel like I belong, like a long lost relative that just was away for 24 or so years.

I know not every adopted person's story is as sunshine and lollipops as mine. It's always been something I've had a deep appreciation for. Being adopted and all my experiences around it has definitely shaped who I am today, for the better. I was given a great start by a selfless, caring woman, and raised by a pretty awesome family. It doesn't get much greater than that.

P.S. Here is a letter the lawyer's wife wrote years later to my mother, after my dad died, remembering the day she picked me up from the hospital and brought me to them. I guess it was a special day for her too.

Progress Report: The List

The big 4-0 is a mere 21 days away. I thought it would be a good time to update "the list" and see where I am at (although I do have another year to complete these things). It's funny how life gets in the way of somethings and not others. A lot has changed for me in the last year and there have certainly been some big ups and big downs that have contributed to where I am on these goals.

Here is what I've accomplished:

• Buy a new bicycle. Done! 
• Do at least one random act of kindness every month. I've done this consistently. Yay!
• Read a book a month. I've been doing this!
• Plant a veggie garden. Done!
• Do a public speaking gig.  Done!
• Take a trip to Vancouver. Done!
• Start a wine collection. Done! Although I drank a lot of it.
• Find a new volunteer gig. Done! 
• Become a mentor in a mentoring program. Signed up for this with IABC. Hopefully a mentee picks me
• Finish my company website (the company I own, not the one I work for). Done

Here's where I'm on my way or it is reasonable I haven't started yet because there hasn't been the opportunity:

The run I'll be doing October 25

• Go back to school. Still no news here.
• Run a 5KM 10km  5km run event. Booked for October 25! And re the 10km - I was probably drinking when I thought up that one.
• Travel to Ireland. Still on the list....
• See Montreal. 
• Go to Italy. 
• Visit Boston.
• Explore Chicago.
• See San Francisco.
• Take a culinary class.
• Hit 25 blood donations. I am set to hit 25 on October 24!
• Walk the dogs more often, even Cricket. I've been better with this but still have room to improve
• Lose 10lbs. Found my scale. It's broken. Need new scale. I think I have lost the weight though. Maybe.
• Pay off all debt (not including my house and maybe not my car). Partly there: Student loans are done!
• (#40 - mystery item)I'm not saying what this one is. Working on this ;)
• Learn Spanish. At least in a basic conversational way.
• Sing one song by myself in Karaoke.

Here's things I've "failed" on because I've had the opportunity but haven't completed the task.

• Write everyday week (blog!) This has been a fail, although I've made three posts in the last week.
• Go to Vegas. Had two trips booked and both got cancelled. Awesome.
• Mail a letter a week just because. #stillfail. I haven't done this at all. I have however bought stamps. Which if you know me, is a miracle in itself. 
• Take golf lessons. I didn't even golf this year
• Visit Napa Valley. I had hoped to do this for my birthday but it doesn't look like that's going to happen
• Buy a wine fridge.
• Learn more about wine.
• Learn to hang a picture. Properly.
• Learn how to put air in my tires
• Learn how to change a tire.
• Go for at least one hike in the mountains (June-September - I am not crazy). No excuse for this. #fail
• Take a public speaking course.
• Make fresh pasta.
• Learn to ride a motorcycle (even a little bit). I am not even sure I still want to do this one - I go back and forth on the idea.

It's nice to review things and see where I am - I think I am further ahead than I thought I would be. I've always enjoyed setting big goals and going after them every few years. Hopefully I'll be able to keep at these and get them all done. 

Oh and if anyone wants to teach me how to hang a picture, that would be great.

Perspective

I've been learning a lot this week about perspective and how different mine can be from that of others. In some cases, having a good discussion about the other person's outlook on thing can bring clarity, understanding and acceptance. I may not completely see things their way but I can accept how events made them think and feel, and what they saw as the important issue, and how that may have differed from my initial take on things.

In another case, delving deeper into the other person's view on things has actually caused more confusion, and has made me realize we are further apart on things in life than I thought. Some people are so sure their perspective is the only way of looking at things, that they shut out all the alternatives and feelings of others involved. It's funny, but  dealing with this latter situation, has made me realize I needed to be more aware and open minded about the other person's perspective in the first situation, and that I was in the wrong.

Cryptic right?

It is. In the first situation, I realized that I was making things more about me than they should have been and that in one area, I wasn't being completely truthful in how I viewed events - not with myself or with the other person. A molehill became a mountain because of it and I regret that a lot. I reacted in a way that wasn't in keeping with who I am, or how I treat people and I made it worse by not owning my mistake.

In the second situation, the other party basically did the same thing to me. When confronted with a concern I had with their behaviour and how they were treating me, they insisted all the problems were because of me and couldn't see how they were contributing to the issue, or how they could be doing things differently. They blamed me for how I was feeling. I recognized this and more importantly how it made me feel. While these two situations were not related at all, it opened my eyes to how I could be doing things differently. I've always thought I was pretty good at seeing both sides of a dispute or issue, but I can see now where I'm maybe a little more egocentric in some situations than I should be. A little too black and white. And not empathetic enough.

Lessons, lessons everywhere.

Trust

Trust is a funny thing. It's kind of like a gas tank on a car. We all have one. Some of us cruise around life with it pretty full all the time. Others seem to be running on empty for multiple periods of their lives. A lot of our ability to refill or top up our tanks comes from being able to on one hand, hone our instincts as to who to trust while on the other hand being able to see someone else's perspective, forgive and let go. It also requires us to see everyone as an individual, and not paint people with the same brush as those you may have known before. Not the easiest thing to do at times, but imperative if you ever want to have any kind of meaningful human interaction, and also for you to be able to function at full capacity in the world.

The Internet says trust is believing that the person who is trusted will do what is expected. It starts at the family and grows to others. The development of basic trust is the first state psycho-social development occurring, or failing, during the first two years of life. Success results in feelings of security, trust, and optimism, while failure leads towards an orientation of insecurity and mistrust possibly resulting in attachment disorders.

Assuming you make it past this phase successfully, things can still certainly happen later in life that can make us find it difficult to trust others. Friendships gone wrong, bad co-worker or employer relationships. Bad things sometimes happen to us, and it can take a lot out of our trust supply tank.

This year I got to know a few people who had a hard time trusting. I can empathize; I myself have had periods where I was running low on trust. Some had very good reasons to not trust. One in particular really did. I think he wanted to but just couldn't get beyond the past. It sadly ended up costing us our friendship which I really wish had not happened. But my take-away (there is always a takeaway) is that because of him, I actually learned to trust more and the importance of trusting again. Events of the last couple of years had me doubting a lot of things - my instincts about people, relationships and how to navigate all that stuff. His vulnerability and honesty about trust issues allowed me to feel safe opening up to him and allowed me to start trusting other people and myself more. I also saw the flip-side where a complete inability to trust, even people who were quite loyal and trustworthy (like me),could paralyze a person, limiting opportunity and effectively, happiness. I also learned that only you can top up your own tank -  surrounding yourself with honest, good people helps, but that on its own isn't enough. You are always going to encounter people who aren't truthful, However, by shutting everyone out to protect yourself, you can really miss out on a lot of great people, experiences and opportunities. And nobody wins.

I think this was a big lesson for me this year (there have certainly been a lot of lessons), and one I really needed to go through. I feel like this last year has been an unexpected learning curve, and I'm only somewhere in the middle of it now. There is something to be said for the mid-life crisis myth actually being a thing (and does not necessarily manifest itself only through buying a sports car). Interesting.

Office Bullies

As part of my new professional gig, I recently had to complete a half-day course on workplace safety. Most “preferred” employers do these kinds of mandatory sessions to “protect and educate” their workforce from things like sexual harassment, workplace bullying and general safety issues. There is also obviously an element of reducing their liabilities as an employer should any of these bad things happen.

As I sat through the workplace bullying portion of the session and heard all about the legislation that is in place in most provinces to prevent it, and the steps people can take if they face bullying, I was really frustrated. Here’s why: anti-bullying training does not work. It does not prevent bullying nor does it protect people from being bullied in the workplace. The worst part of it is that it makes those unaffected by bullying feel like there is nothing to worry about, like it isn’t an ever-growing problem in our office and work spaces that we should all be looking more closely at. And for those who have experienced bullying, it makes it seem like it is something that is super easy to prevent/fix. It's not.

I have been working since I was 14 years old. In that time I’ve had probably eight or nine full or part-time jobs. And I have been a front row witness to bullying – or worse – a victim of it, in six of those jobs. Canadian stats say that one person in six has been bullied and one in five has witnessed a co-worker being bullied – I kind of think it’s higher but people either don't recognize it or aren't willing to admit it.

Workplace bullying comes in many forms – from quiet manipulation and exclusion to mind games to full-out yelling, emotional abuse and in some cases, physical altercations. The best bullies draw from all of these tactics over time. I’ve been yelled at so loudly, walls shook. I had a boss “jokingly” put me in a headlock and whisper “keep your friends close and your enemies closer”. I’ve seen a senior executive berate my manager in front of an audience for over 10 minutes, and then laugh and joke like nothing had happened. I’ve watched coworkers run to the restroom in tears – or simply call in sick repeatedly to avoid the toxic environment on the days where they just couldn’t handle it. I personally have sat in my office and cried for an hour. And I don’t cry at work.

At one particular job, I initially just heard rumours of certain senior leaders being bullies. They always seemed really nice when I interacted with them, so I was surprised to hear these other perspectives. If you don’t see it, it must not be true, right? Then over time, more “proof” of the bulling began to emerge. But because it wasn’t directly affecting me, I’d just stand back and think things like “they must just have a personality conflict” or “If they performed better, they wouldn’t be treated so poorly”. The problem with that approach is that eventually you may become the target (as I did). And then you are left feeling guilty for not believing it was happening to others or worse, justifying their abuse, on top of the stress of suddenly being in the line of fire.

I’ve been to probably a half dozen anti-bullying sessions put on by employers over the years. The session facilitators will tell you that bullying erodes workplace culture. It sure does. They will also tell you that people will leave; they will “vote against bullying with their feet”, and walk out the door, affecting employee retention. In my experience that is not the case at all. Sure, a few people leave. But most of us have rent or mortgages to pay. A family to feed. Car payments. Picking up and leaving isn’t that simple. So we stay. And whether we are bystanders or the target of the bullies ourselves, we get stuck. Our confidence shrinks. For people like me who have seen significant bullying at many workplaces, we start to think its “normal” and that we will encounter it wherever we go. People actually reinforce this idea too, saying things like “you can’t escape it, it’s everywhere.” So we stay and hope that things get better. We try to fly under the radar and not be a target. In some cases, we may adopt some bullying tendencies ourselves as a defense mechanism (the sink or swim mentality). And we desperately hang on to the good days or moments to try to justify the bad ones.

What should a person do when faced with bullying? The anti-bullying guides will say “Go to HR”. The problem with that (in many cases) is that bullying itself is cultural within that organization. Very often, some of the biggest bullies (or condoners of bullying) sit on the executive team. (Oh and P.S.: they don’t think they are bullies – usually, although some special do take pride in how they manipulate their people). Now, I’m not saying everyone at the executive level is a bully. However in the organizations where I’ve seen issues, there has been at least a couple of senior level bullies for sure and a handful of others who clearly turned a blind eye to the behaviours of their peers. This effectively renders HR to be pretty useless. They usually want to help, but they can’t (other than documenting it) without facing repercussions themselves. Employees in organizations where bullying occurs quickly learn this, and many don’t even try to seek out a resolution. We simply adapt our behaviours to survive.

One morning I was walking back to the office after a 7 a.m. dentist appointment. Yes, 7 a.m. I had booked it super early so that I would minimize time away from the office, and keep certain people calm. Taking the day off wasn’t an option either for the same reasons. So here I was, a little before 8:30 a.m. heading back to work. I checked my email as I walked and saw that there were several from one of the most senior executives, who was getting increasingly angry that I was not responding to his non-urgent inquiries (he knew where I was but didn’t care). His email tone and language suggested I was not taking my job seriously, that I didn’t have a strong enough work ethic and that I wasn’t capable of holding the role that I held. It was rude, belittling, abusive and offensive. It occurred to me at that moment that if this were a domestic relationship or even one with a platonic friend, would this treatment be acceptable? Of course not. So why is it “okay” if we are getting paid while it happens?

Workplace bullying is a big problem. It is happening despite all the learning sessions and legislation we put in place. Why? Part of the issue is that people just don’t talk about it. They are afraid to. The people that “get out” of the toxic work environments are just happy to have escaped and want to leave it behind them. Other people stay in the negative workplace environments and many get worn down so much that they simply can’t talk about it – they are just trying to get by. And other people are either unaware, or unwilling to admit that these behaviours occur. Bullying instances become justified as a method of dealing with “performance issues” or personality conflicts and aren’t addressed for what they actually are. The bullying is also difficult to prove or recognize, even when there are witnesses to the shaming, yelling and emotional abuse, often coming down to a one person’s word against another’s. Bullies are often high performers, which also adds to the likelihood that their actions may not face significant consequences from senior management (if the bullies themselves are not senior management).

What’s the solution? I don’t entirely know. I believe talking more openly about it is a start. Over the last few decades there has been a real shift around how workplaces deal with sexual harassment and a lot of that came from people speaking out about their experiences and changing how people think. There is a lot of victim blaming that happens too and that is certainly something that needs to be addressed. I think it’s also important that even when it doesn’t directly affect us, we need to stand up and say something when we see it. Give people support where they need it. Stop telling people being bullied that “it happens everywhere”. Bullying existing elsewhere does not make it right or okay to treat someone badly. Ever. Telling that to someone who is going through that just minimizes their feelings and further isolates them. We need to focus on actually empowering people as to how to handle being bullied (and I’m not talking about how to report it to HR) and not make them feel ashamed.

The good news, for me, is that I’m starting to learn that workplace bullying doesn’t actually happen everywhere. I have yet to figure out what makes some workplaces different in this regard (it isn’t the anti-bullying courses – I can tell you that much). I do think a lot of it has to do with the leadership at the top and how they treat people, and that in turn sets an example for everyone else to follow or they won’t fit in. Maybe its transparency too – the same leaders tend to admit publicly when there is an issue and deal with it effectively rather than deny that bullying has occurred. Whatever the reason, it’s definitely worth figuring out the commonalities in positive workplaces to determine how it can be replicated elsewhere, hopefully reducing the prevalence of workplace bullying.

Favourite Birthdays

We all have birthdays - that's certainly not unique. However for most people, their "favourite" birthday(s) are a little more individual. For those of you thinking "I don't have a favourite" - you probably do have a few if you give it some thought.

What makes a particular birthday a favourite? A lot of personal factors probably go into that. What happened that year, was there a fun celebration or activity, was it a particular milestone? Did turning a certain age have a specific meaning in the outside world? Did people remember?

For me, my top three birthdays were my 10th, 18th and 30th birthdays. No particular order.

My 10th was exciting because I was double digits (finally) and got every single thing I wanted, right down to the "grandpa hat", a sleepover party with about 7 friends (my poor parents) and a chocolate chip Snackin' Cake.

My 30th was awesome because I was so full of hope and excitement about a new "first number" meaning a better, more interesting life. I was desperately trying to flee the ups and downs of my 20s. In the year leading up to my 30th, I had really made some changes in my life and had a much better understanding of who I was, and was anxious to apply these new learnings to a whole new decade of living. At the time, I was also unemployed and really wanted to move forward in my career and life in a more meaningful way. At about 4:30 on the afternoon of my 30th, I received a call offering me a new regional marketing manager role with a food service contractor. That position would give me the opportunity to move to Calgary less than a year later - which was one of the smartest, rewarding decisions I've made which setting off a chain of events I never could have envisioned.

That leaves my 18th birthday. What made that exciting? Not only was I eligible to finally vote but the federal government had taken it one step further and called its 35th general election (just for my benefit I'm sure) for a mere five days after my birthday. I had followed politics in the newspaper since the Canadian Constitution Act in 1982 (yes, I was 7 when I started getting interested). I was intrigued not only by the issues and debates, but how riled up seemingly normal people got about the people running our country. I was fascinated by our political system and some of the more well known figures and characters who had made careers and names for themselves in this field. I was also turning 18, full of ideas as to what needed to be changed and upheld in our world and how I might make a difference with my one, single vote. I had a deep appreciation (thanks, high school history classes!) of how having the ability to vote was not something everyone else had in the world. It was something that people fought for their whole lives, and of course in some cases died over - because it was that important to have that right. So I was thrilled that I could celebrate my 18th birthday by exercising my right to vote. When I gleefully showed up five days later at the polling station, one of the ladies there pointed out to my (bewildered) mother that she had never seen someone so excited to vote as I was. Incidentally, my election pick won (although my selection criteria was not very conventional).

When I was in high school, part of my master plan and life timeline was to become Prime Minister at 40. While it's fairly likely that is not going to happen (I think there is some kind of rule where you have to be on the ballot), it somewhat amuses me that another federal election is looming, with an Election Day set for the day before my birthday. It's definitely handy because I wont have to calculate how many months - weeks - days away my birthday is. The media will essentially be (constantly) doing that for me. Fantastic. While I'm far less gleeful and idealistic this time around about voting, I absolutely will be sure to cast my ballot. That said, will the election contribute to whether or not my 40th becomes a favourite?

Probably not. Ha.

The Magical Mystical Dude

There is a myth in our world about this magical mystical dude. Actually, there are supposed to be several magical, mystical dudes out there, and of that several, one has been specifically designed to be "the one" for you. Some call these mysterious creatures soul mates. Others refer to these elusive unicorns in catchier lingo like "Mr. Right". When you meet him you are just supposed to "know it" (he'll "complete you" after all). And then, the rest, as they say, is history.

Here's the reality. This magic mystical dude does not exist out there for everyone. Not everyone is going to meet one person, preferably whilst in their 20's, marry and spend happily-every-after with them. And there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.

Once upon a time I believed wholeheartedly in the magical mystical dude. I was going to find mine, capture him, woo him with my many charms and we'd live happily ever after. I bought the dream the rom-coms sell us. Then I grew up and realized, while for some people the magical mystical dude is a real thing, for me and a lot of other people, he's not.

Someone recently called me a cynic - and I want to be clear that I'm not. I believe in the good in people and am highly optimistic about pretty much everything. I believe in love and passion.  I believe in the importance of healthy adult relationships. I think soulmates are real, although the definition isn't what a lot of people think. I've even been in love a few times (gasp! you can be in love more than once?!?) and I know I will be in love again before my time here is done. I'm a Libra after all, and I think we are supposed to be in love with being in love. Or something.

The idea that there is one person out there for everyone, that I haven't found my magic mystical dude and therefore need to keep searching, as though my life depends on it, is silly. Like he is out there - I just need to look harder for him or I'll miss out. Really?

I've had some great relationships that didn't last forever - but I wouldn't change those experiences for anything. I'd like to assure everyone who has concern for older single folks that we are not incomplete because we don't have our very own magical mystery dudes. I haven't missed anything. I have a fantastic career, good people in my life, my very own zoo, my own house and a plethora of great life moments (with more on the way). My life is pretty rich.

I've been thinking about this post and the idea of the magical mystical dude for quite awhile. Dating when you are 40-ish is different than dating when you are 25. People aren't looking to "build a life" together the same way they perhaps were in their younger years. I think ultimately, people are looking for support, companionship and chemistry. Commitment and what that looks like varies from person to person, couple to couple. There isn't a magic formula or a neat little box things fit into. Many people my age who are "dating" have been divorced and/or have had significant relationships end. Kids are often involved. People are leery of jumping into new living arrangements or marriage. Not because we are cynics - because priorities and needs have shifted. If you are lucky you find a great person who is looking for, needing and wanting similar things, who you can spend time with - whatever that looks like. Live more in the moment. There is less of an end game than when you are younger. Or a another kind of one. Things are different - and again, it's totally okay that is the case.

Now granted she isn't my most favourite person, but while I was pondering this topic, someone shared this post by Arlene Dickinson on Facebook. And I think it makes a good point and articulates a lot of what I've been feeling and witnessing as a single person who doesn't have the magical mystical dude in her life.

I think as we get older, there are some areas of our lives (and it's different for everyone) where we don't have the luxury of wearing the rose-coloured glasses all the time. Being realistic and managing expectations (both your own and others) is not the same thing as cynicism or pessimism. It is normal to adapt expectations too. We do in our careers, our friendships and family relationships - and no one would ever think to call that pessimistic or "settling".

I'm happy. I have what I need right now. And while I love that well-meaning, super-awesome friends wanted me to find my magical mystical dude and some kind of happily-ever-after traditional relationship, and are sad that I haven't, please know I'm doing just fine.