Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Word Choice

A thought just fluttered through my mind. It was profound. At least to me.

There are a few areas of life that I have always drawn back from: the artistic ones. Things like music, painting, creating, even cooking. I spent time playing cello, making jewelry and doing a few doodles, but to be honest, creativity scared me. Now that I am an adult (or something) I can confidently say that I was scared of being judged on the results of my creativity. Art class never seemed like a place to explore and be free. It was a competition. At least, that was the message I somehow received. And so, as the years went on, I stopped being creative. I stopped doodling on my notebooks and I stopped trying to join the choir and I stopped playing cello in groups. Why? Because I was scared. Of not being good enough.

Now the basic fear of judgement is one that every person experiences and learns to handle eventually. I, too, have worked to decrease its impact on my life. And I'm pretty happy with my progress. But maybe there is a way to make this easier for the young people in our lives.

My, how talented you are! Wow, you have such a gift. You are so lucky to be so good at this.

This is what we tell people. This is what we tell people who are creative. Our words, although meant as compliments, portray a kind of uncontrollable power that has given this person: their ability to be creative. We are pushing the idea that you are born being able to sing, paint, or play. You either are good at being creative or... you didn't receive that gift at birth.

What this means to me and my mind is that the hard work that creative people put into their creations is seen as meaningless. Or rather, it is forgotten. We assume that painting is a skill you either have or do not, not one that you train for. We don't congratulate people on the hard work and the endless hours that they have given. We congratulate people on having been lucky enough to receive a gift from fate. And how disrespectful is that? I know, it's not on purpose. We don't always mean what we say. But an opera singer should be praised for the work that they do to get to where they are just as much as an doctor.

I admit, I believe that some skills come easier to some people. That's just the way things are. But need that shape our perception of their hard work? No creator has gotten to where they are without hard work, for which every person deserves praise.

Friday, September 30, 2016

Five Year Anniversary

Today I am sitting in the train. It is a typical regional train. Red outside, blue checkered seats, grey floor. It is almost empty as it rolls through the hillside, passing the occasional river and many many fields. This area is a place I call home. This train goes to Dresden and is one I have taken many times before. Today is no different except that it is the anniversary of the start of my exchange year.

Five years ago I met with 91 other AFS students heading to Germany.

The arrival. 
We all wore the same blue shirts, and each person had a number to make roll-call easier. The blue mass squeezed through check in and security. We all plopped down at our gate, a group full of total strangers yet instant friends. On the plane we were seated alphabetically. Thankfully, this put me next to the one person I actually knew in the whole group. As well as near the only other Alaskan. We were nervous.
The plane landed in Frankfurt we started cheering and clapping. And boy, were we nervous. Some kids had spent the trip crying, others were shaking, but all seemed affected by this intense energy that swarmed around us: we were moving abroad.

Someone asked what 'baggage claim' was in German and we were suddenly struck with the fear of being completely lost in a foreign airport in a foreign language. But the AFS volunteers ferried us to our bags and then to the meeting hall where we waited for our trains. I remember wondering what 'Hbf' stood for. It was on my name tag: Dresden Hbf. When the time came to catch my train my group was taken down through the maze of escalators to the fancy fast trains. Here, I made my second friend. Among the 10 of us waiting on the track, there was one other tall, light-haired and awkwardly pale girl who was also dying in the heat. Somehow we knew we had something in common - a home in a place with snow.

Four hours later, excited and exhausted, our group stepped off the train in Dresden Hbf. My new friend had asked our chaperone how you say 'it was nice to meet you' in German. That was the first sentence either of us learned. My host parents picked me up. On the drive to my new home they asked questions and I answered as best I could with the ten words of German that I remembered. I was completely terrified as we sped down the Autobahn at 140kmh. I had never driven that fast. 

The reflection.
My exchange year has three important anniversaries. The beginning, the new family, and the end. Although the last two are much more emotional anniversaries for me, this first one brings with it the weight of the decision I had made. At 16 I packed my bag and hugged my family goodbye. Two years later I did it again. Am I crazy? Why would I get up and leave?
People regularly ask me about how it is, living abroad. The expat lifestyle isn't for everyone and it sure is scary if you've never done it. Many people say 'it is too much'. It is too much stress, too hard, you miss too much, and it is not worth it. Especially at a young age. Around me are hundreds of young people who long to be abroad but who think (or are told) that they are too young, that they will miss something important, that they can always go later on.

I say they are wrong.

Going abroad changed my life.

The growth.
Yeah yeah, going abroad changed my life. We've all heard that before. There's a foreign language, there is a different culture of hobbies and activities, there are different family traditions and a different school structure. Wohoo. What's so life-changing about that?!? Perhaps I can explain. 

Five years ago, in 2011, I had just finished up my sophomore year of school. That year, I taught a class in a subject I knew nothing about, managed the school coffee shop, had my first positive relationship, worked out at least 4 hours a day, and was kicking butt in the 100yard backstroke. Those were the things that everyone could see. But what I remember? I was afraid everyone at school thought I was a self-centered bitch because of my role at the coffee shop. I was afraid that everyone in the class I taught could see that I had no idea what I was doing. I didn't know if my friends really liked me and if they did, I couldn't comprehend why. I hated the walk from the locker room to the water because everyone could see the stretch-marks dancing across my thighs.

I was not self-confident, at least not on the inside. I put up a facade to the outside world in an attempt to hide the reality in my mind. I doubted myself and compared myself relentlessly to the unrealistic standards I perceived. I had trouble trusting anyone - adults, friends, myself. All in all, I guess some of it was just a teenager surrounded by other teenagers. But honestly? It hurt. And it felt a lot more difficult than it was supposed to.

Enter the exchange year. What is better for a person stuck in solitude and self-doubt than a year in a completely alien world? Uhm... well, that's not always how it works. It's kind of a hit or miss situation. If the person learns the right coping tools, they can blossom as the overcome these challenges. And I did. 

In Germany I learned to accept who I was. I explored new things and tested my personal boundaries. I learned to trust in the world around me, and more importantly, in myself. I was self-sufficient on a practical level before I went abroad. But now I was self-sufficient on an emotional level, too. 

The message.
Going abroad is the hardest fucking thing in the world. Seriously. This phase of difficulty is intense in the beginning and begins to wane into manageable moments as time passes. Each person experiences it differently and it is influenced by the person's surroundings. But the skills that a person develops in the journey to survive are innumerable, irreplaceable, and invaluable. I'm not even sure I know how to describe to you just what people learn while abroad... You're going to have to try it yourself. 
And here's what is most important to me: 

Going abroad is beneficial at any point in your life. But in those teenage years you are full of inner turmoil, taking in and processing information and a heightened rate, and still forming your sense of self. And that is what makes all the difference. It multiplies the benefits of going abroad by so much. soooo so much. 

Going abroad changed my life. And it still is changing my life.

P.S. Okay, I wrote this a few weeks ago, just getting around to posting it now. My anniversary is September 10th, for those of you interested. And also, I understand that going abroad isn't right for everyone. I completely agree. But I don't have much faith in your ability to judge for whom time abroad is beneficial. I don't have faith in my ability, either. Because that is something that we simply cannot judge. Only time can tell.


Friday, July 29, 2016


On a ship, especially a traditional sailing ship, there is a lot of work to be done by hand. It is a place where most people's pockets are predictable. A pocket knife, a flashlight, an extra piece of string. In some cases a lip balm, hand cream and sunscreen.

A less universally applicable tool, the Marlspieker (Marlinspike) can also be found on the belt of many working sailers. Especially on mine. This tool is simple, either of metal or wood. It is commonly used to pry open wire or ropes for a splice, to open knots or to give the user a better grip when tightening knots.
Recently I learned that there are many variations of this tool, each with a different purpose and each with a different name 

As an Alaskan, I already had a nice selection of pocket knives. But a few months ago, a dear friend gave me a wonderful gift: a handmade Fitten, (fid, in English) which a young sailor of his called a Knotenaufmachstäbchen (little knot open stick... or something.) It is practical for everything and is probably my favorite tool, aside from my pocket knife. 

Here is a picture of the finished product. My very own :) it is well-loved and has been very handy in a number of situations. It is also very practical for vampire slaying. I couldn't have received a more perfect gift. Thank you, T.

Friday, July 15, 2016

Mutual Inspiration

I had an epiphany last week. About a key element in relationships, both between friends and partners. I am calling it mutual awe and respect. (Working title) The idea that I have cannot quite be expressed with the vocabulary at my possession, but this is as close as I could get. To start, I would like to explain how I define respect and awe.

To respect a person is to...
...listen whole-heartedly.
...not interrupt.
...not judge, no matter what.
...trust in them, both with your secrets as with their capabilities.
...communicate and understand their need to do so. 
...not criticize, but to support and suggest.
...care and to offer help. 
...believe their words.
...motivate and encourage.
...show them your true self.
...be honest.
...feel safe with them.

To be in awe of a person is to...
...have so much respect for who they are, how they think/act, that you neither judge nor scepticize.
...value their opinion.
...ask for their advice and consider it fully.
...see their strengths and not judge their flaws. 
...smile when you watch them in their element.

Something has recently started developing between a friend and me, in a way that gives me happy butterflies in my tummy. The future of this friendship is something time will show me. But for now this friendship has become important to me because of the ease of communication. We communicate in an honest, easy-going way that I have never experienced before - and would now like to experience with every person I know. There are no mixed messages, because messages are communicated in detail instead of being hidden in context. There is no pressure to text back or fear of missing something when there is no cell service for a week. Overall, this has made me consider what elements of the relationship between two people are the most important for me. 

Mutual Inspiration. 

It is impossible to be friends with someone you do not fully respect. Because you start to judge them, they start to annoy you simply by being, and you do not maintain honesty with them. Sure, maybe you can be Facebook friends with someone you don't respect - but is that really a friendship? 

Being in awe of someone changes how you treat them. You respond positively to every word they say. You listen more intently because you trust in the value of their words. You are open to asking them questions because their opinions and ideas are important to you. Imagine some famous person, like Obama, and imagine how you would talk to this person if given the chance. Whatever you are imagining, it probably doesn't include any anger, sadness or fear (of that person - we're not talking about fear of embarassing yourself here). On a more realistic level, you probably have a friend or two that you are in awe of (even if it is not absolute). That person that you ask for advice when you get stuck.

These two things alone are the building blocks of getting along. When you respect and are in awe of a person, they bring out the best in you. You no longer focus on judgement or criticism, but on growth and enjoyment. Inspiration. And when this become mutual, it strengthens the bond to an unbreakable level. And this. This is what I mean. Every relationship or friendship of mine that has fallen apart has lost either respect or awe in one or both directions. And the very best friends in my life are people who tell me I will rock whatever I choose to do - and I tell them that THEY will rock whatever they do. And neither of us is lying. Because we believe in our opinions.

The connections that people develop are much more complicated than we can really describe. This is just one idea in a field of factors that make a difference. But when you are hanging out with friends or loved ones, consider whether you respect them. Are you in awe of them? Do they respect you? Are they in awe of you? Are you inspired by their presence? Can you inspire them?

(If you've read this far you should know that I love you. It means a lot to me to have people in my life who are interested in what I have to say. Thank you.)

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Seeing the folks -OR- Copenhagen, repeated.

On the last weekend of May I met my Alaskan family in Copenhagen, Denmark. They were touring through Europe and had just come from a bike trip in France. I was wading through presentations at school. Instead of joining them for the full adventure, I agreed to a long weekend in my favorite European city.
The nice part about family travels has got to be the hotels... Gee, it's nice not to pack my own sheets!

The adventure began, as it should, with a burger. My train arrived late and my loving family picked up a bacon cheeseburger from the hotel restaurant. YUM. No wait! This adventure began on a train. More importantly, on a train on a ferry. The train from Hamburg to Copenhagen boards a ferry in Puttgaden, on the northern tip of Fehmarn. I got all giddy as soon as we drove onto the ferry. I believe I have mentioned that I like boats, right? I quickly stalked our ferry through AIS on the Marine Traffic website.*

(The grey skies leaving the Puttgarden ferry terminal that couldn't dissuade my cheery mood.)

Well, Friday morning began with family breakfast at the hotel buffet. They had a water/juice dispenser that was operated by an iPad... We made jokes. Then we headed out into the beautiful city. Rather delightfully, we started with a boat tour around the harbor, which I had never done before. Look, pretty ships:

Post-tour we wandered and took pictures of pretty things. Most of the city within walking distance of our hotel was familiar to me, but experiencing a place with new people is always a new experience.

On Sunday we headed to an exciting place: the Viking museum of Roskilde. This museum was a wonderful tribute to the lifestyle and craftsmanship skills of the Vikings of Denmark. Around a central square there were little shops demonstrating things such as rope-weaving, carving, boat-building. There was even an area for guests to make their own miniature Viking boats for the little pool. I was fascinated by the model ships on display. I was positively giddy with excitement.


(Left: one of the models that captured my fascination fully. Right: littleperson boats.)

(One of the restored Viking vessels that was sunk during an attack on the Roskilde harbor.)

On our last night together we wandered into the meat-packing district in search of food. The first few restaurants we checked were completely full. In the end, we landed at restaurant with loud music and very basic, long tables. We went up to the counter to order, not quite sure what was going on... The food was delicious. I mean, delicious. A few slaps of meat on a tray, some side dishes in cups and the house-brewed beer. Ugh. Yum. 

All in all, a delightful break from the bustle of school and this foreign culture I've melded with. Travel is a beautiful way to free your mind of the cage your life has on you. To relax, enjoy, and experience the purity of something new.

* go to www.marinetraffic.com to stalk just about every ship you can find, including the sweet little Fridtjof Nansen.