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Vulnerability Woman!

Wednesday, April 4th, 2012

This weekend, I started on the first item from my One to Grow On list. I had my first improv class, and my head didn’t explode or anything, though there was a close call.

I’m pretty sure this was an HSP reaction, and not related to the shyness or introversion. We started out with a bunch of games to get us to loosen up. When I type that out, it sounds like a form of torture, while it actually worked well, I promise.

Have you ever taken ice skating lessons? In my first ice skating class, the first thing they did after herding a dozen gangly wobbly children to the middle of the rink was tell us to fall over. Right…… A couple of kids did it, but the rest of us just stared back. We wanted to learn how to skate, we already knew how to fall over. Of course, they wanted to teach us how how to get up, but first, you have to fall over. Repeatedly.

And… Release

A big part of improv is letting go of the preparation, the mental planning that we do all the time. You know how all the relationship experts tell you to really listen and then come up with your response rather than what we naturally do, which is listen to the first bit and then pretend to listen while we start creating our own rebuttal? It’s the same instinct. Our brains want to protect us, they want to keep us from being vulnerable.

The thing is, we’re rarely vulnerable in dangerous ways now. Getting laughed at won’t kill me, so far as I know. And let’s be honest, making myself vulnerable is a big part of what I do. I want you to see me take risks, and sometimes, I want you to see me fall on my ass. Because, as unnerving as it is, I’m always able to get back up, and so are you.

Plaaaaaay Ball!

So, we went through several games designed to make us mentally flail around and get back up. Repeatedly. Toss a ball… ask a dull party question, catch the ball… answer another dull party question. The group’s gotten good at it? Cool, add another ball. Five balls and a hat later, and brain splody was approaching. We also threw noises and skittered around the room trying to find a perfect spot between two other class members who were trying to find a perfect spot between two other class members who were trying to find a perfect spot between two other class members who were trying to find… Right.

It’s impossible to stay completely focused and straight faced under circumstances like those, which was, of course, the point. The more we did these games, the more guarded I became, as my HSP reactions got stronger and stronger.

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The last one before break involved, one person moves around the circle asking a question and the people on the other side of the circle dart around trying to change places without getting caught. If the questioner sees an opening they can dart in and whoever’s stuck in the circle starts asking the question. I stayed perfectly still. There was no way I could have darted anywhere at that point. I was actually wondering if I could finish the class.Then we took a break and I sent the tweet above and something in my brain shifted. I don’t know what happened, but in that fifteen minutes between sessions, I was okay again. It was still unnerving, but we were all in it together. We were all vulnerable.

#Fail

Next came the Failure Bow. It’s exactly what it sounds like, you screw up, you shout “I fail!”, you take a bow. I’m still trying to find phrasing I like better, as I prefer positive wording whenever possible. But here’s the thing, you took the risk and you got the applause, and you keep going. So, love.

We moved on to very short story telling and vignettes, which dropped the overstimulation factor as well. It wasn’t any less unnerving, but easier to practice awareness about, without the added dimension of… activity.

For me, taking improv is about making myself vulnerable, learning to become more comfortable with being in front of an audience, and letting go of planning when I need to be listening.

Do you intentionally make yourself vulnerable? How?

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Looks Matter

Saturday, November 5th, 2011

Your appearance does matter. It affects how you feel, how others perceive you and by extension, how they treat you. So, yes, I care about how you look. But I want to be clear about this: I don’t care about your height, weight, coloring, tattoos, make up, proportions, or what brand of clothes, shoes, or accessories you wear. I probably forgot something, just tack it on to the list if it comes to you.

Invisibility is Not a Super Power

I care about how you, to use a lovely old fashioned word, comport yourself. Some of us (I go through phases of this myself) have a tendency to dress for invisibility. Blending into the background is a defense mechanism, where we feel that if we don’t do anything to get noticed, then we won’t have to deal with whatever-is-freaking-us-out-in-that-situation.

When I wear clothes that make me feel invisible, I’m less likely to stand up for myself if needed. If I look like I don’t care about how I look, it sends the message that I don’t fully respect myself and that affects how other people treat me. It shouldn’t, but it does. There’s a reason that people in positions of power wear crisply tailored clothes.

One Fish, Two Fish… Well, You Get the Idea

You take two perfect strangers, both are calm, confident, and well educated. One is wearing an ill fitting suit and his shoes have seen better days. The other wears a tailored three piece suit and his shoes were shined that morning. Who are you going to trust to manage your money?

Or you’ve got two artists in front of you, wanting you to show their work in your gallery. Their work is solid, they both have artist statements that not only speak to you, but will impress your clients. One woman, well, you’re not really even sure what she looked like when she came by. You’ve got a vague impression that she seemed mousy. The other woman, her style was in line with her art and her statement: strong, simple, a reinforcement of who she is. Who do you choose?

So Many Choices

We make unconscious choices all the time. You have amazing gifts to share with the world and I’d hate to see them overlooked because they were hidden under a baggy grey sweater.

I asked Michelle from Let’s Radiate (she was previously a fashion blogger) for some sites to check out in case you want to poke around a bit. Michelle recommended Already Pretty and Dramatis Personae. I’m currently loving Inside Out Style and I’m strongly considering doing my own take on building a capsule wardrobe. If doing your own capsule wardrobe apeals to you, Jeanine does various challenges like Project 333 and Six Items or Less that you can do too.

Do you ever dress for invisibility? Or use your clothing to convey a different message?

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Intentionally Vulnerable

Monday, October 24th, 2011

How do you feel about making yourself vulnerable?

Scared? Excited? Maybe just a bit nervous?

We make ourselves vulnerable every time we put ourselves out there. Talking to strangers, going out on a date, sharing our art… It’s unnerving at best, but when it goes well, the feeling is amazing. And when it goes badly, it’s rarely as bad as we thought it might be.

Third Verse, Same as the First

I’ve been feeling like I’m a bit stuck in my routine. As hot as it was this summer, I just didn’t want to go out much. Of course, now I’m brimming with ideas of things I want to try: improv, singing lessons, stand up paddle boarding… to name a few.

But… I wanted something that isn’t such a dense time and emotional investment. Then Tori tweeted this:

and I went here and it was perfect. One sketch book, thirty-odd pages, plenty of time.

Risk v. Reward

I could participate in small chunks, but the final piece would be put on display. I’ve got some Am-I-Good-Enough monsters hanging out on the edges on this one, but for the time being, they’ve agreed to consider this an experiment.

It’s been years since I submitted anything for a show, so this is exciting from that perspective as well. Catherine has her Giddy to Terrified Ratio of 7:3 and I’m beginning to think that’s what excitement is, just the right combination of joy and fear.

Do you have a joy to fear ratio? What is it?

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The Power of Questions

Sunday, September 25th, 2011

Why?

I stood up to a cab driver while I was in Sacramento and I didn’t turn antagonistic *or* apologetic about it either. I know, I was shocked too.

I had to go to the store while I was in Sacramento and given how late it was the service representative at the train station didn’t think it was wise to walk. We went outside and got an estimate from the taxi drivers, $20-25 total, including going there, waiting and coming back. Now, you know I don’t have the best relationship with the idea of taking taxies, so I didn’t really trust that it would be that simple.

Taxis, They Use the New Math

We got there and the meter was about $12. I did my shopping but the store was short staffed so when I got back out it was at about $20. He dropped the flag again and we set out on our way. Really, it didn’t seem like I should be charged for waiting and have the flag dropped a second time, but, truthfully, I don’t know how these things work.

We returned a different way and this time the meter rang up around $22. He pulled in and told me to just give him $40. Yes, *fifteen dollars* more than the estimate. It wasn’t that long ago that I would have paid him just to get the whole ordeal behind me, but I wanted to see what he would say when I asked him about the discrepancy.

I asked him why the difference between what I had been told and what I was being charged was so large. He replied that we had to go out there, he waited and we came back.

“Yes,” I said, “but that was included in the quote.”

“Fine, pay me whatever you want.”

Just That Simple

I gave him $30 since the extended wait at the store wasn’t his fault. Then I went in and had a discussion with the station representative so that they knew what was going on. From now on, they’re going to get written quotes before they send people out in taxies.

So, this is my plan now: when something seems off, I’m going to ask why. Because, often there is something going on that I don’t know about. If I get a reasonable explanation, great. If not, I’m going to ask again. I know there are plenty of people who would look at this and think, well, yes, that’s what you do. As someone who has spent decades avoiding confrontation, this qualifies as an epiphany.

What positive ways do you use to handle confrontation?

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Mick Jagger Got it Right

Wednesday, September 21st, 2011

You Can’t Always Get What You Want

You can’t always get what you want, but, if you try sometimes,well you just might find you get what you need. -Rolling Stones

I’m pretty good at getting what I want. I get into programs that I apply for, I find the right ways to get people do what I ask, I find work arounds for when the solution isn’t obvious.

But, usually, I’m clearly qualified for what I want to do. When I apply for a program, I’ve made sure to meet or exceed the requirements. When I’m making a request or suggesting a work around, I’ve done my research and have the details aligned to back up what I want to do.

Something to Say

Over the past year or so, I’ve been sitting with the idea of speaking, giving talks, maybe getting up on stage, you know, with a microphone and everything. I’m nervous, I don’t feel ready, and even just writing about it makes my arms all tingly.

(If you’re poking at the edges of the ideas of speaking, Miki Markovich has a great story, towards the end of this interview,  about having a bad experience as a speaker and going back again.)

More and more, I feel the need to give public speaking a real try. I may hate it, but I want to know that, for sure. Or… I may love it, though probably, the truth will be somewhere in the middle.

Sit, Stew, and Stir

In my own manner of circling the edges of an idea, I’ve been looking at Toastmasters for practice, and I’ve found a few to visit, but I haven’t gone yet. And, of course I’ve been looking at short talks like Ignite, Pecha Kucha, and 140 Conference. Right now, a TEDx seems like a reasonable, though far away goal.

With all my poking and planning and stewing, I completely overlooked another path: Online Conferences. I follow Introvert Entrepreneur on Facebook and there was a call for presenters in my feed. With a deadline two days away. Perfect, since it gave me just enough time to write and leave my words to sit overnight, but not enough time to overwork anything.

The Qualification Barrier

So, I started filling out the form for presentation submissions. And there were no qualifications. Now, please understand, I’m sure Beth Buelow has criteria for selection, but you did not have to have previous speaking experience, a certain level of education, a published book to your name…

There was nothing to let me say, ‘Well, I meet the minimum requirements, so, I know I’ve cleared the first cut’. I could only do my best and hope. And while I wanted to have the opportunity to speak at the Virtual Introvert Conference, I knew that really I had succeeded at my first step, putting myself in a position to be selected or not. I wrote my submission and pushed ‘send’, and in doing so, I took my first real step and that counted all on it’s own.

Bonus

A week later I received an email stating that while I had not been chosen to speak, Ms. Buelow would be interested in interviewing me for her Podcast, The Introvert Entrepreneur. An offer that was unlikely to have come otherwise.

And maybe that is my first step, speaking in response to questions, which itself brings up the idea of panels. More to sit with and stew on… There is no one right way. There is no failure. You try, you see what happens, you correct your course and try again. And sometimes there are bonuses. Mostly it’s a matter of how you define ‘success’.

Have you taken any small steps recently or tried for one thing and gotten something else?

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I’m Calling it a Win

Monday, March 14th, 2011

I really wanted to call this post Glitter and Blood, but, really, I it was only a few drops. You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you? Right, starting at the beginning, then.

The Beginning

So, as most of you know, for my 34th birthday, I bought a costume that would allow me to ride on a float in the Carnival Parade in Rio de Janeiro. On Saturday I went to pick up my costume, but it hadn’t been delivered to the company I had ordered it from. In the five hours I waited before they told me that, I met some awesome women who were dancing with the same school I was, one New Yorker from Oklahoma (Jen) and two Swedes (Ulrica and Anna) who share my middle name (Theresa).

Twenty six hours later, they arrived with our costumes, sort of. You see, we had ordered finely crafted Carnival bikinis with feather headdresses and collars, ornate gloves and boots. They brought us serged squares of nylon with scraps of fabric as straps and ties, gold lame hooker boots and a bird’s nest cap with a mohawk of feathers, all adorned with craft store leaves, attached with hot glue. Right.

Choosing to Have Fun

While the quality was craptacular, the ultimate issue was do we choose to be pissed off or go and try to have fun. We chose to go, since we had all traveled to Brazil specifically for the parade. After Ulrica told them precisely how ashamed they should be for calling that a Carnival costume, she made them take us to the Sambadrome by taxi and then walk us to our floats, as Jen was on a different one than the rest of us.

After changing our clothes on the side of the freeway in that way that only women know how to do, we waited. People came up and asked to have their pictures taken with us, since we were with Mangueira, one of the most respected schools in the parade. Not that you would know it from the way they handled the costumes or even the floats this year.

Up, Up, and a Wait

We climbed on our float, (note: I do not recommend combining five inch platform boots and scaling a ladder made of scraps of left over wood) and were told to find the spots we wanted. We found three together and the guy helped Ulrica on to her platform and left. So, we waited. Again.

During the intervening four hours we tried to get someone to help us up or at least bring us the ladder, but no. Then, as we pull up to the entrance to the Sambadrome, they suddenly realize that no one is at the top of the float and a dozen men swarm the float and try to get us to climb the float itself to get to the platforms. In our boots.

Right.

So, up the ladder, I went, while a man held it in place. Only, when I got to the top of the ladder, there was nothing to hold on to and I didn’t have any leverage to hoist myself up onto the platform. One man grabbed one hand and another grabbed the other, dragging me up, but since my knees weren’t clear of the platform I got a bit bruised and scratched up in the process.

It was Just a Bit of Blood

With one knee bleeding I made my way over to the other side and found an empty platform. Soon, we were off, lurching along with the platforms swaying as we went. And with my elevated adrenaline level following close behind.

As the platform swayed and my legs wobbled, at first all I could do was manage to stay upright. You see, I’m almost all leg, and when you add the five inches of boot to my original 5’8” you (I) get a rather high center of gravity. I also got a bit of a pole to grab onto for balance, only it was so short I had to grab it with the tips of my fingers. Not highly effective for managing balance.

We danced and sang and I kept an eye on where the ground dancers in front of us stopped so that I could brace myself for our next lurching halt. While I smiled and looked out into the audience, I would occasionally see people trying to get me to be more enthusiastic, but since my choice was showing enthusiasm or remaining vertical, I chose vertical.

The End

I knew I wanted to be in Carnival to see if I could do it. And I gave myself permission to stop at any point. I could in fact walk away, whenever I chose. And for me, having that freedom made continuing that much easier. Also, buy the time the parade started, I was so irritated with Manguiera, I did not care at all what anyone thought. So freeing.

 

While, obviously this was a big one, we have opportunities to see what we are able to do, all the time. Can you correct the waiter when he brings out the wrong order, can you stand up to ask your question at the next conference you attend, can you write a letter to the editor and send it in? What is something you would love to know if you can do? I really want to know, please tell me in the comments.

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On the Downbeat

Wednesday, March 2nd, 2011

What do you do when the fear hits?

I haven’t said anything on here because it feels like, the more I talk about something, the less likely I am to follow through on it. Like, there’s a point where having talked about it so much is like having experienced it.

But, as wound up as I am and with less than a week to go, either I’m going to go or not. One post won’t make or break my resolve. I’ve signed up to be on a float in the Carnaval Parade in Rio.

That’s why I’m memorizing a song in Portuguese, a language I barely know.

That’s why I’m futzing about tan lines, something I can assure you has never happened before. Ever.

That’s why I keep wanting to hide further and further inside, away from all the people who come out for the neighborhood parades.

Will I or Won’t I?

Truthfully, I have no idea if I’ll really be able to get up there and be on the float. But I have to try, for me. You see, this year, my birthday falls during Carnaval. The day after I plan to ride around the Sambadrome in an outfit that looks remarkably like a pair of skivvies with a headdress, I will turn 34.

I took it as a sign… the timing, not the costume. And let’s be honest, I wanted to take it as a sign. If I can muster the intestinal fortitude to be *in* Carnaval, then I can pull off just about anything. Anywhere. Ever. A true test of knowing that something is more important than the fear.

Tuesday Will Get Here, No Matter What

When I had to make presentations in high school, I would get physically ill. Like, running to the bathroom ill. And every time I would think of the presentation, my stomach would drop. I was too scared to prepare, thereby creating my own worst nightmare. Then I had a realization.

Tuesday will get here, no matter what I do. I started saying that because the presentation I had coming up was on a Tuesday, and I still say it that way. And if Tuesday is going to keep coming, then I might as well do my best to prepare so that I can do my best once it’s Tuesday.

No Place to Hide

When we think about the things that make us nervous, we want to hide. And while hiding can be easy, it mostly doesn’t help. So, now, when I get nervous, I listen to the song while reading my transliteration of it. Transcribing it into pronouncable chunks was my first baby step, then just listening, now practicing.

And, you wanna know what? I’m getting it! Which is good since my parade day is Sunday. Truthfully, I think I can do this. And most days, I feel I can do it too. When I start to feel scared or even, just nervous, I start playing the song and it reminds me that I know more than I think I do. And that preparation is the best way to ground myself in the now and be able to move forward, one samba step at a time.

Since I really want to know, I’ll ask you again,

What do you do when the fear hits?

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We’re being open here, sharing and saying things we don’t always say out loud. What helps: Sharing your stories and Ideas. Cheering and telling what works/worked for you. What hurts: shoulds, harshness, and such. (I used to teach first grade, I can’t help it.)

 

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But, I’m Busy

Wednesday, February 23rd, 2011

You may have noticed a lot of new things on The Social Caterpillar. Yep, we’ve got four new weekly series going on now and I’m working on a couple of projects. Shhh, they’re seekrit projects, right now. Then, there’s all the normal daily stuff we all have and oh, yeah, the weird stuff that goes along with living out of two backpacks.

Busy Busy Brain

So, I’ve been feeling reeeeeeeeally busy. And today, I kind of crashed, as in, I spent the day in bed reading a novel with phrases like ‘eviscerated brain’. Two things there 1) brains do not have viscera 2) I kept reading anyway. Which, in a really absurd way, brings me around to what busy really means. The crashing part not the eviscerated brain part, you’re with me here, right?

Good. On with the show…

To Do lists never end. You will never be done. You will be dead first. No, really, this is a good thing. It means that what you do changes and keeps you interested. It means that you are unlikely to get bored. It also means that you are in charge of what’s on your list.

Experiment!

Try something with me. Take everything on your to do list and move all the things that do *not* have to be done today to tomorrow. Including: grocery shopping (unless you are completely out of food and unable to afford take out), laundry (unless you will have to wear your daughter’s prom dress to work tomorrow), cooking anything (see above), writing your next post, and mowing the lawn (or shoveling snow, depending on where you are).

All of it. Move it to tomorrow. (Oh, just pretend, it’s an exercise for Pete’s sake.)

So, what’s left? That meeting? Reschedule it. Your dentist appointment? Reschedule it. Your daughter’s piano recital? That one, you can keep.

My Point, and I Do Have One

We create our schedules. We create our lives. And truthfully, we cram in way too much stuff and leave out all the goodies.

As introverts and HSPs, we get overwhelmed by too many people and too much stimulation. We need to schedule self care. We need to schedule fun. We need to schedule time to sit and do absolutely nothing.

Now, we’ve all got to dos that need to get done, but they are no more a priority than self care or fun.

I’ve been doing bunches of creating and organizing for the new series recently. Mostly, this meant not getting out of the house much. I kept getting weirder and weirder about going out. And I started thinking I didn’t like Brazil. Only, I’ve started scheduling beach walks and shiva nata time and suddenly, my to do list, while it isn’t any shorter, it’s better.

Making it Work

Now obviously you can’t just keep putting everything off until tomorrow, indefinitely. You will eventually run out of food, clean clothes, your teeth will rot and you’ll lose all your clients. That’s an awful plan. But, can you trade meals with another family one or two days a week? Can you hire one of your children (or a neighbor’s) to take laundry duty? Can you go to the farmer’s market as a self care outing and buy dry goods in bulk with friends and distribute them while socializing? If you get up an hour earlier to exercise, over time will the energy gain from strength building mean you don’t need as much sleep?

Not all of these ideas will work for you. In fact, maybe none of them will. My point is that you have options. Take a week and look at where your energy goes. Where do you want it to go? What’s one step that will help you shift from the first answer to the second? Please tell me it the comments.

Nobody’s perfect and goodness knows we don’t need any more guilt in our lives. If you need support, if you need ideas, please ask.

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In the comments:

We’re being open here, sharing and saying things we don’t always say out loud. What helps: Sharing your stories and Ideas. Cheering and telling what works/worked for you. What hurts: shoulds, harshness, and such. (I used to teach first grade, I can’t help it.)

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Dear Caterpillar, Embarrassed Step-mom

Saturday, February 19th, 2011

Dear Caterpillar is a space where you can send anonymous questions and I’ll answer them in a video response. So, if you have a question or situation that you need help with, related to being shy, introverted, or HSP please send me a note or use the form below. If you don’t want to use your real name or email address, make something up, I don’t mind in the slightest.

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If you have experience to share with Embarrassed Step-mom, please do so in the comments, remembering that this may have been difficult to write and we need thoughtful notions here.

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We’re being open here, sharing and saying things we don’t always say out loud. What helps: Sharing your stories and Ideas. Cheering and telling what works/worked for you. What hurts: shoulds, harshness, and such. (I used to teach first grade, I can’t help it.)

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Drawing from the Garden Well, Kylie Springman

Tuesday, February 15th, 2011

It’s quite a vicious circle. We’re shy and introverted and get uncomfortable in certain situations and since we’re shy and introverted, we don’t talk about it. So, we think we’re the only ones so, of course , yet again, we don’t talk about it.

I’m done with that.

We have a well of information and examples available to us if we ask. So, I’m asking. Each Monday, I’ll bring you an interview with someone who has overcome a part of their shyness or is working with their introversion to create their best life.

Kylie Springman

This week I spoke with Kylie Springman, and we discuss her Month of Social Magic: what it was, why she decided to try it, and what she learned. We may have also talked about the thoughts that keep us from reaching out and how having someone come with you can be both a help and a hinderance.

Kylie-Springman.mp3 Approximately 24 min. (The download options shows up once you hit play)

Kylie will be visiting the comments later in the day to answer any questions you have.

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In the comments:

We’re being open here, sharing and saying things we don’t always say out loud. What helps: Sharing your stories and Ideas. Cheering and telling what works/worked for you. What hurts: shoulds, harshness, and such. (I used to teach first grade, I can’t help it.)

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