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Missives from the Mat 7 — Mission Statements, Tuning In, #Intention, #Neutrality, #Business, #Management


If you think this post is only about yoga, you’re wrong. This post is about life, intention, and something we all need some help with from time to time: staying focused.

When I was on the retreat (yes, I’m writing about the retreat again as a point of reference), we “tuned in” with a chant every time we did something new or began the day or the session.

The chant was usually “Ong Namo Guru Dev Namo.” If we’d already done that and took a break from a lesson but came back to the lesson, we’d do another chant, “Ad Guray Nameh” and that would be for the all-important purpose of: focusing, getting us all BACK on the same page, continuing the tone we set previously, and continuing the intention.

For the purposes of the yoga instruction, it’s not unlike the Pledge of Allegiance that is said in schools across the country. It’s not unlike the oath a witness takes with one hand on the Bible when in court. It’s not unlike “Amen” at church. It’s not unlike “to those about to die, we salute you” in the gladiator days. It’s not unlike singing the “Star-Spangled Banner” before a football, soccer, baseball, hockey game in stadiums and little league fields dotting America. Think: Henry V’s St. Crispin’s Day speech.


Doing all those things Sets The Tone for what we’re all about to do. That’s all it does. It doesn’t change your religion, it doesn’t make a radical shift in your already unique personality, it doesn’t mean you’ve joined a cult. It means you’re simply On Board with what you said you’d be on board with… it’s basically committing: putting your money where your mouth is for the purposes of what you’re about to do. Y’know, “checking your ego at the door.”

So while I was on that retreat, I realized about halfway through it that I hadn’t seen a mission statement for the organization I’d just begun presiding: the high school rowing team’s Board of Directors.

This was a big deal to me because I’m big on communication and intention and orientation: not only knowing what the hell we’re doing, but also WHY we’re doing it, it’s part of my 3 thing (see yesterday’s post).

The lack of the mission statement (to me) highlighted many of the previous Boards’ struggles: dysfunctional behavior, personal agendas, bias, the lack of neutrality, and a host of other really random, toxic and odd behaviors befitting an entire season of “The Office.”

So for the two days I was home between the vegan yoga retreat I’d closed and the bacon beach bacchus I was about to experience, I’d decided to come up with a mission statement. I had based it on the PTA mission statement I used as my e-mail signature and posted on my bulletin board during my tenure.

Having that verbiage kept me impartial, it helped me to remember, at the time, that my clients were people who couldn’t open their own milk in the cafeteria, or who couldn’t yet tie their own shoes, or who needed to ask permission and then get a buddy to go to the bathroom with them. I’d often reminded the past principal of her clients during one of our many heated exchanges and I often got the sense that she didn’t like that reminder.

So for the rowing team, I needed to keep my eye on the prize here as well. Who are my clients as the president of the board of directors that oversees and manages the high school rowing team?

Are my clients the parents? No.

Are my clients the coaches? No.

Are my clients the other officers? No.

My clients are the at-times gangly, pimpled, awkward, loud, self-conscious, diamonds in the rough we call high school students.

So when I’d proposed my mission statement to the other officers on the Board, I began with a simple relative comment, “All of you were informed that I was on a yoga teacher training retreat for basically 20 days, in total. If you’re at all familiar with yoga, you might know that many classes begin with a chant, ‘om’ before the work begins.” I got a couple weird stares, and a couple self-conscious snorts from some of my fellow officers… that was about them, not me, so I ignored them.

I continued, “I’m not here to make you do that. I have no expectations that any meeting ever will begin with ‘om.’ The purpose of saying ‘om’ at the start of a yoga practice, group or solo, is to ‘tune in’ to get everyone / your spirit on the vibrational level of what you’re about to do. I won’t go into the energy and the vibrational effects of chanting because that’s not what this organization is about, but what I am here to do is to create a mission statement to do the very simple-sounding yet difficult act of creating neutrality and inspiring all of us to work in the best interest of the rowers, not our children who happen to be rowers, but all rowers. Capiche?”

The awkward glances and snorts were replaced with seating shifts, focused eyes, throat clearing and “great idea.”

So the mission statement I’d created for the rowing Board is open for discussion, editing, critique, and intention with the other officers. We will vote on it at the next meeting after everyone gets a chance to process it and think of how it might need any changes. I’m pumped. One of my goals all along, in all of my life actually (as it’s becoming stunningly clear to me every day) is to clear the lines of communication; to encourage people to be more aware of the words they say and more importantly, to hear the words other people say.

I’ll say it until I’m blue in the face: 95% of all communication is nonverbal. That means eye rolls (contempt), shoulder shrugs (frustration), pursed lips (conflict, fear of speaking), pursed lips with puffed cheeks (‘you’re full of it and here it comes…’) dead stares (anger), fast nods (agreement, but rushing, ‘get on with it’).

I was speaking to my husband about this mission statement stuff this morning and we agreed that we should create mission statements for ourselves, on a personal level, to make sure we are honoring our own personal growth which will naturally affect the growth of the organizations we serve: our children, our colleagues, our neighbors, our friends, people in traffic with us, people in the coffee shop with us, people on retreat with us, our families of origin and … our Selves. Maybe when we get all that done, we can come up with a mission statement for our little team here at the house.

So, do you (at business, at home, on the street, in the car, at the water cooler, on the couch with your kid, in the bed with your lover, in the mirror with yourSelf ) have a mission statement?

What is your mission in life? To be world-class selfish or to be world-class awesome?

Mine is to be world-class awesome. As soon as I finalize it, I’ll share it.

Thank you.

letting it rip: a rant on incongruent messaging


i’m in a mood today and i’ve been in this mood actually for a bit longer than a day. it’s not a bad mood; in fact, the more i think about it, i realize it’s not a mood at all. it’s more of a perspective. i’m a little all over the map on this subject, but it all works out in the end.

bear with me: about five years ago i used to go to this group therapy once every 3 months or so with a former therapist who (after moving south) would venture north to invite his northern virginia clients to participate in what he called “process group therapy.” this group of his was anything but random because three of the participants (myself included) had known each other quite well outside of group for years. we’d been “surface dwellers” (a term my husband coined about people who hang out, but don’t *really* know each other for one reason or another) together as parents and friends for a while. how’d they find out about this therapist? yours truly. yeah… i know. i have a big mouth.

anyway, i have a friend who is a family therapist and when i told her i was in this group together with two other friends she just about flipped. i didn’t know why she’d flipped until she explained, “that’s really unprofessional; there will clearly be breaches in the ‘sequester’ rule,” — the rule now more colloquially known as ‘what happens in vegas stays in vegas’ rule — because the three of us saw one another on a near-daily basis. my therapist friend was right; while we didn’t abuse the confidentiality of the agreement, we didn’t respect it either. in our defense, most of the commentary we made was supportive and encouraging of our fellow groupers who were clearly in a lot more trouble than at least i was.

in retrospect, it seems as though this old therapist (yes, i have a new one, a female this time) formed the group as an experiment. i also felt exploited by him (i’m blessed or cursed with a strong personality and i’m more resilient than some of the other members of the group) because i’m tougher and candid. after the 4th weekend-long session, i quit going. i didn’t tell anyone (didn’t know i was supposed to!) in the group but i told him (apparently i broke some unspoken rule that if one wanted to leave one had to present its case to the group which would talk that person out of leaving — i’m guessing). the reasons i quit were mine alone but i thought they were pretty good ones: NO ONE CHANGED in the least and i really didn’t understand the point of the sessions after a while, it just seemed like an expensive bitchfest and a comparison of who should feel more sorry for whom.

look, this was not cheap: it was $450 a weekend for basically 10 hours of therapy. each time we gathered, i took away some tools with me. unfortunately some of them were: “i thank god i’m not that guy” or “wow, remind me to pay my taxes on time…” or better ones like, “i will kiss all my babies goodnight tonight and no (more) yelling at bedtime…” or “i’m pretty frickin high-intensity… maybe i should bring it down a notch or 12…” and my personal favorite: “black & white thinking is bad.” and that’s true… that was the best thing i learned all through the process: that black & white thinking is harmful to not only the thinker, but to the target of the thinking and the target of the intention. i had a acquired and developed a taste for black & white as a kid. when you’re surrounded by chaos, the things you know are absolutes become your friends, trust me. anything the slightest bit nebulous was rejected right away.

so i began to think, what was the point in being with these people if there was no improvement and the same patterns kept repeating themselves and the same behaviors were manifesting and repeating the same outcomes…? right? their thinking didn’t line up with their actions; their words didn’t mesh with their actions. it was incongruent. if you want to get better, then stop doing the same stuff and expecting different results. stop repeating yourself. stop drinking if you’re drinking too much; stop eating if you want to lose weight; tell the truth if you lie all the time; cut back on your commitments if you disappoint people by blowing them off; if you yell at your kids all the time and want to stop then get help; if you gamble and want to stop then go to gamblers anonymous; start exercising if you feel weak, breathless, out of shape… just y’know, do it. 1+1=2; 1+0=1. progress.

easier said than done, i know. but if things don’t improve, then i have a right, as then a person in that group, and now as a person on this planet who has to listen to the complaints to sorta y’know, walk away or posit the “why are you here? just to bitchandmoan?” question. i don’t know. if you don’t like the way your life is going and you are reasonably able to attend to it, insofar as attending a weekend group therapy with a therapist and others then… y’know, start doing the do…

ok…i’ll get more to the point of all this, but one more thing (and we’re getting closer, you just don’t know it yet): i’ve always been about candor, change and self-accountability and doing what i can with the love i have for myself and others to get my shit together, pull myself up, dust myself off and start on something new and that also means leaving people be if that’s what it takes for me to continue to put myself first and maybe for them to get what they need.

some of those people in group therapy, for whatever reason — clinical, metabolic, mental, physical, whatever as i’m not judging — simply could not move on. some of them had RIDICULOUS attachments to the therapist also (so there’s that: to me, a good therapist really should work him/herself out of a job, that means you’re getting better… but not this guy — he had some of these clients for like, 20 years… and then there’s the resistance on the client side: if i get better, i won’t get to see my therapist anymore… so there’s no growth for either person as far as i’m concerned). one of the groupers was totally attached in a creepy almost cult-like fashion: she actually moved to where he lived after he left NoVa so she could be closer to him… and he allowed it… once i heard that, of course a flag went up — who’s enabling/codependent on who here? — and that freaked me out. i would say my clock to leave started ticking when she sheepishly but yet in an oddly territorial way announced she followed him to his new state (north carolina, not consciousness, obvi). nothing was the same for me after that.

and before you get all whatever on me, yes, i realize there are really good therapists and it sucks to have to begin a relationship with a new therapist, but y’know, therapists die too; you deal. in fact i now remember saying that to her, that he’d die one day, when she told us she followed him and she looked at me with flames in her eyes. she sank back in her chair — her body said, “yes” but her eyes said, “NO! NOT HIM! HE WILL NEVER DIE!!!”

as for my co-surface dwellers, we all have our stuff (and you do too, you can’t deny it), and i wish them well but i barely stay in contact with one them and the other one and i don’t speak at all anymore out of mutual agreement. so, the moral from this semi-digression: if you have surface dwelly relationships with friends and you share the same therapist and you are invited to group therapy by the same therapist: DON’T GO. sometimes TMI is TMFI. i mean, c’mon… we have to see these people again. that’s the beauty of a proper group therapy assemblage: you never really see those people again. in fact i think they import participants from iowa, virginia, georgia, north carolina, oregon, tennessee, florida (always florida), new york, maine and bolivia. if your state is taken you have to find a new group.    

ok, my point: i’ve thought a lot over the past few months about a concept i first learned in that group therapy about 5 years ago. the concept was called “Incongruent Messaging” and it has everything to do with where i was going earlier when i talked about walking the walk and doing the Work to get better and not just bitchandmoan. incongruent messaging is about the inner dialogue you have with yourself in comparison to your outwardly stated message. believe it or not, the two don’t always mesh.

so i was called out in group one time for my own incongruent messaging and i thought the person who called me on it was like, freakin’ stupid. but she was right. i was caught shaking my head, winking my eye and smiling when i said really intense and personal things. like how vanna white would turn the massive illuminated letter tiles on wheel of fortune (‘cept for the head-shaking). i was actually recounting a vivid personal memory of a deeply unpleasant moment in my childhood (c’mon… you had at least one two, that time you didn’t get the pony for your birthday or something) and i winked and smiled as i talked about it while also shaking my head.

i won’t go into details, it’s none of your business. but the fact remains that:

i guess i’m not as strong (in retrospect) as i thought i was… i felt like they’d found my flaw and were going to kill me for it. i was asked, like at a witch trial, why i did that. “WHY DID YOU WINK AND SMILE WHEN YOU TOLD US THAT STORY?!” i was asked, “YOU SHOOK YOUR HEAD TOO! ARE YOU LYING?!” and “DO YOU THINK THIS IS A JOKE?!” and i was sorta freaked out by that reaction; i mean, i didn’t get it. i didn’t think the severity of the “crime” met with the reaction from the judges. i probably looked behind myself for someone else telling the same type of story because i certainly didn’t think it was ME they were castigating…

it was me.

and then the spotlight was mine. shit. so i sat and took it; they were totally right. i shook, smiled and winked. i realized much later, because i simply had no answer — i mean, i just learned about my behavior — that the reason i did those things was because i had such a hard time reliving / re-experiencing the emotional weight of the memory and the sadness i felt at both the active recollection in 2007 and the revival of the physical memory from the 1970s. i surmised that i smiled, as i often did as a child in the face of difficult emotional moments, to ease the pain of those around me and to hopefully ease the pain i was feeling myself. and also to appear tough, strong and capable so i wouldn’t get in trouble for crying or showing sadness. and probably, as years went by, to wash off the pain and pretend it didn’t exist. it’s heavy just saying that right now in 2012.

as such, incongruent messaging is a big deal to me. i learned that we can be survivors and perpetrators of incongruent messaging: did you have someone ever smile at you (even a peer as a child) as that person dismissed / reprimanded you? “You’re in big trouble, mister…” or not smiling when you as a child or your kids come through the door but saying “Hey! You’re home!” i remember someone saying to me, “if you want your children to feel valued and loved, smile when you talk to them in a pleasant way and be serious when you speak to them in a serious way…” have you ever walked into a room when no one smiled at you but said they were glad you were there? sucks doesn’t it? (or you can pretend to be tougher than you are and say, “no, that’s their problem.”) you know they don’t probably mean they’re glad you’re there (or they’re not glad they’re there) and yet you stay. why? because you don’t want to hurt their feelings… or because you need to be there because it’s important to you. but if you tell me it didn’t matter to you and yet you tell me about the experience, you’re lying, because if it didn’t really matter to you, you wouldn’t bother talking about it.

sarcasm (one of my personal favorites actually, but i try very hard to use less of it nor apply it to people) is a perfect example of incongruent messaging.

children don’t get sarcasm. they BELIEVE YOU when you say “nice shoes” but don’t mean it, or “good job” on a test or game but don’t mean it. or “take your time” when you’re in a rush and don’t mean it. kids actually don’t have a cognitive appreciation for sarcasm until they are about 13 (based on my own personal experiences). at 11 they think they get it, but they don’t and it’s really hurtful to them when they realize your insincerity. yes, i’m guilty of that. i’ve said to Things 1 and 2 some pretty sarcastic things and then wondered what they were thinking when they followed through.  how about this one, “gimme a hug!” when you are in the other room or walking away or “i’m so glad to see you!” when your back is turned. guilty.

or how about false apologies, “I’m sorry you’re a jerk.” is one example.

what about when you think you’re being congruent and well intentioned? usually incongruent messages like these go unregistered because they’re so common, but we’re still committing them. for example: the shaking of the head (negative) when you *think* you’re saying something positive, “i would love to help you.” often with the words is your internal message “it’s no bother to me” and that’s where the head shaking comes in when it should be a nod/positive. i did that to a dear friend last fall and i laughed with her at my folly and apologized. she didn’t notice it, but because it’d been on my mind for a while (clearly) i’d tried to be more mindful of it. i still do it every once in a while, but now i call myself out on it and literally say, “wait; i didn’t mean to shake my head. i was saying inside that it’s not a bother at all…” do they look at me like i have three heads? sometimes, but i feel better that i’m being more sincere and sometimes we actually talk about the unintentional incongruent message.

“it was absolutely incredible; it was so beautiful.” accompanied by a head shake when the internal message could be “i’ve never (negative / head shake) seen anything like it; and (negative / head shake)  i may never see it again…” i do that one all the time — for instance when my husband took me to The Phillips Collection for the “Impressionists by the Sea” exhibition, i was awe-struck when i encountered by surprise Renoir’s “By the Seashore”  and i simply stopped breathing. i shook my head, slack-jawed, in humble awe of the grace of the painting and the feeling of grace it gave me. in that museum there were pieces by Miro, Dali, Picasso, Matisse, Turner… you name it and they were inspired. so when i finally got myself together, i said, “it’s stunning. the most amazing thing i’ve ever seen… it’s so big!” (and it was!) but i was shaking my head. dan thought i hated it. until i said i loved it.

incongruent messaging is ALL over the media; you’ll see presidents nod when they shouldn’t and shake their heads when they’re speaking pridefully about something truly good — i’ve come to believe that it’s not intentional and we’re so used to it that we don’t notice it, but it’s there. we’re just “asleep” when we do it. it’s all over my favorite guilty pleasure, “The Real Housewives of ____.” those ladies have NO clue about the hidden messages they’re not saying. i see it all over “Mad Men” and i’m sure i’d see it in church if i went to mass. but that’s for another posting…

the point i’m trying to make, as i shake my head at the dysfunction of incongruent messaging but should be nodding in agreement, is that it goes back to mindfulness and intention and that all-too familiar subject i bore my friends to tears with, motivation: if we are mindful in what we are saying, then we will be intent on choosing the appropriately corresponding head motion or body language and our motivation will mesh with our messaging. 

motivation: do we mean to be true or to be false? mean what you say and watch how it works for you. do we follow through on our intention? are we mindful in our commitment?

pay attention to what you say and how you nod or shake, i swear, you’ll see yourself doing it. if you can line up your inner dialog to mesh with the words coming out of your mouth, your actions will flow freely and you will be on your way to getting things done and getting out of your own way.

thank you.