Praise You
True story: I was at this rooftop wedding in New York. Impressive views of the nighttime city, all of the lights. We were nearing the end of the serious part, the “Yes, I do”’s already exchanged. The very official looking judge said to the couple: “Now, repeat after me. We’ve come a long, long way together.” They duly obliged: “We’ve come a long, long way together.” Judge: “Through the hard times and the good.” While bride and groom repeat, a tiny corner of my brain begins to itch. Judge: “I have to celebrate you,” Couple: “I have to celebrate you,” These lines are beginning to sound familiar. Could it be some ancient marriage vow that I heard in a previous life? The judge continues, “… baby.” Couple: “baby.” WTF? Then their last line sounds: “I have to praise you like I should.”
At the very moment they finish, the DJ behind us starts “Praise You” (Fatboy Slim, sampling this), that begins with “We’ve come a long, long way together / Through the hard times and the good / I have to celebrate you, baby / I have to praise you like I should”. Everyone in the audience turns 180°, away from the newlyweds to face the music and the dance floor. The world has never seen a more masterful transition from serious ceremony to instant party.
Later, the bride told me they wanted to use “Fucking in heaven”, another track from the same album, but, you know, her mother was at the wedding, so … I’m glad they didn’t, because I wouldn’t know what to write about fucking in heaven.
Remember that foreshadow about praise? I think it can be a pretty hard thing to receive, praise. At least it was for me, the first thirty years or so. At the start of my career, I was very insecure (who isn’t, right after puberty?). I was accustomed to looking for my “opportunities for growth”, aka faults.
Criticism was good, because it affirmed your self-image and gave you something to work with. Performance reviews that I underwent or conducted would often go like this: “Ok chief, whatever you say, but what do I need to improve? Tell me my shortcomings, instead of what I do well.” Hey, I don’t knock it, it helped me grow, and get the challenges that I craved.
Combining ambition and being content with yourself is a hard thing to do. Combining happiness with meaningful work is not common – in my industry, at least. If you work in healthcare or as a teacher, for instance, your experience may be different. During my career, I’ve met many ambitious people, of all ages and positions, who had neither happiness, contentment nor meaning. Most settle somewhere in between or keep searching, frantic, hoping that the answer lies just beyond that next achievement. I was like that, for sure. How many of your friends can claim with a straight face that they are in that place where everything comes together? Those who do nail it have found purpose, but as I said, it’s rare. I think insecurity is the basis of that unhappiness. It’s common in consultancy – we’re just a bunch of insecure overachievers, really.
There was this man, Dan, who was probably in an important position at our company, but I never really understood what he did, other than being an extremely nice guy. He knew I liked whisky, so out of the blue, on Monday morning, he gave me a bottle of Talisker. “From the Duty Free”, he only said. He flew in from Scotland, for reasons puzzling me, showering gifts along the way.
I remember an assignment in Dublin. He showed up there as well and joined us for liquid dinner (Guinness is, like the tubefood I live on now, a full and complete source of nutrition). In the small hours of the night, one colleague was still working furiously on his laptop, right there in the hotel lobby. Dan and I had a last beer. We talked about our friend Lorraine who was in the last weeks of her pregnancy. He gave me the best tip ever: “Don’t send flowers after the baby is born. Everybody does that. Send flowers now. The last weeks can be really tough, and nobody sends flowers for what is yet to come.” We talked some more and I don’t remember how it came to be a topic, but suddenly he was saying all these nice things about me. It’s not what he said, but how he said it. Somehow it was a perfect moment. He could have called me an eggplant and it would’ve had the same effect.
Normally, compliments would only just feed my arrogance and cockiness. Arrogance, incidentally, is the opposite of being self-assured. Why shout that you are better than others if you know you’re good at what you do? You’re just trying to convince yourself, and it’s not working. Whenever a client patted us on the shoulder, I would say, aloud, “Of course, I am that good.” It felt like a hit, a junkies fix, the effect wearing off too fast. The chase for that fix soon started over, hurtling myself towards another impossible problem. Sure, I had fun along the way, but you have to wonder: was the addiction using me or was I using the addiction? Who was in charge?
The praise that Dan had managed to inject me with was different. It crept beneath the addiction and told me I was OK. Not super. Not only if I made the next challenge. Just … OK. Just sit down for a second, look back, see that it’s OK. Take a breath, it’s OK. I’m OK.
If our employer just paid Dan to have late-night inebriated conversations in hotel bars to deliver compliments, just to do that, he would be worth his salary.
OK, I am exaggerating. I was probably extraordinarily insecure, and as a result, I now overemphasize that part of any manager’s responsibilities. There were several “Dans” throughout my career, and they all helped me to do a much better job by injecting “it’s OK” into my system. I don’t know, like I said, I’m probably super insecure, although most people I worked with would think the opposite, and that’s true as well, because when I was working, it felt so good to do something I was good at.
You have no idea how much I miss my job. It brought so much … Confidence, freedom, joy, connection, even bits of meaning … Good thing I let it fill me up – it helps fuel me to this very day, this fucking awful day, because today my cheek and eyes are trembling more than ever. ALS is having a party on my face, celebrating that it’s winning territory. Fucker. It makes typing so slow today – like carving each letter out of granite with my teeth!
Sorry. Had to vent.
In Plum Village, the monastery of Zen Master Thich Nhat Hanh, the monks have a ritual called “Shining the light”. I am not entirely sure how it works because I was never there long enough to see or experience it. I know that it is about giving loving feedback to one person, by a group that knows that person intimately. The group gather in a serene setting and once the ritual has opened everyone in turn speaks from their heart (or hara) to the individual in the spotlight. Basically, it’s about bestowing all the loving feedback imaginable upon someone coming from a group that knows that individual intimately. It’s kinda the right way to do an intervention. Instead of gathering a group of close people to tell someone he/she is fucking up, because you all love that person, you gather that group to shower love on someone because you want that person to know what your love tells you about him/her. Imagine what it is like to be at the center of that!
If one of my friends is in dire straits, I would rather pick the last approach than the classic intervention process. I also think it is way harder to be the subject of “Shining the Light” than an intervention. Maybe that is just me, though, or people who believe Marianne Williamson when she says: “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.” (read the rest here) After all, if we fear our true self is actually a shining beacon of to-be-fulfilled promise, getting loving praise/feedback heaped upon us is a direct confrontation with that fear. It also puts the aforementioned insecurity in a whole different perspective. Or maybe it frames it just right, like opposing poles, and the solution is right there in the middle: “It’s OK.” Nothing more, nothing less. (I’ve yet to figure out how to fit my fondness of extremes into this …)
Too New Age for you? Fair enough. Let me give you a pragmatic recipe for cheering up a friend. He/she is in real shit and doesn’t know it or lacks something to get out of it or is just really really blue. You sit down, clear your head and search your memory for the tough battles your friend has won, the times when he (let’s assume it’s a guy) was there for you, the tiny moments of utmost meaning when he said or did something that made such a change that you still remember them now. You write it all down and from this list you distill all his powerful traits, the reasons why he is your friend, his strengths and where and how you can support and reinforce him. Etc. Sounds difficult? No, it’s not. New, perhaps, in which case: practice. You’ll be done in 1-2 hours, just try. Get his best friends to do the same.
Once you’re ready and complete, break into his house and hide behind the couch. Or, just set up a meeting. Once the group is gathered, make sure you really connect with your bluesy friend. Watch this short video before you go in to understand where to start. Then, take turns to deliver your feedback. Leave the paper on which you wrote your brainstorm and analysis. Tuck it away in the couch as a surprise reminder for later. In case of relapse, tell him where to find it. Finish off with a long group hug. If you absolutely must, you can then say “… And that’s why we think you can stop overdosing on heroine all the time.”
The question behind my mumbling about praise is why we need the approval of others to grow. Obvious answer: because no man is an island. What matters is how we shape that relationship. At first, I craved approval and appreciation (high salary, happy customers) like a junkie. A functioning junkie with a career, but still, a junkie. As I became aware of that part of my personality, I saw that I couldn’t get rid of it, but I could use it instead of letting it use me.
Actually, you can apply that flip, from “being used by” vs “being in charge” to every single habit, pattern, trait, skill, etc that you are made of. Even thinking itself. Who’s in charge, you or your thoughts? Who is the master of your fate? So, I came to use my sensitivity for approval as a tool to do my job well. I still placed high importance on things like the annual performance ratings, but I wasn’t so dependent on it any more.
Nowadays, I don’t run on praise or approval anymore. I mostly just do. I strive to be valuable; it is almost a daily necessity to add something tiny to the world, something that registers as a positive contribution. That contribution can be as tiny as a smile at just the right time, or a simple email (and there are sad days when it is really nothing more than just that). Whether an act is a contribution or not is measured on an internal scale. The word “internal” in that sentence is important, because (to my own surprise) it signifies that I have finally become the master of my fate and the captain of my soul. Or rather, that I am not a slave to praise anymore (most of the time anyways). Or even better, that all that meditation has opened up my ears to the voice of God, and that it’s not me mastering my fate and captaining my soul but something else, the Big Mind or emptiness or why don’t I throw in some more words that have way too many meaning which I hardly grasp.
Let me try that again.
Nowadays, praise feels more like an affirmation that I’m on the right track. Take this blog, for instance. I’m immensely grateful for every single comment, email or person in the flesh giving me praise for writing it. Sometimes the word “inspiring” flies by. That’s scary, because since long I’ve found inspiring others to be one of the highest things a human being can achieve – to touch that piece of someone that yearns to do whatever is on their internal scale of real contribution. Now, it’s not scary anymore. Inspiring someone isn’t something you can do or achieve. It can happen as a result of what you do, but it’s not to your credit. I just write these pieces, and if someone gets inspired by them, great, hurrah even, but I don’t think my ego had much to do with it.
To be clear, I’m not claiming that some divine light flows through me or something. It’s more like how Tom Waits (who else?) describes songwriting: “The songs are floating up there, and they pick who they’re going to flow through. ‘Look,’ they’ll say, ’that guy there has had a lot of practice, he’ll do all right, let’s pick him.’ That doesn’t mean it’s easy, sometimes it takes years of working before a song is ready.” And he doesn’t even have to get them out through his eyes. Of course, he also describes songwriting as gluing macaroni to cardboard and painting it gold.
It’s also not the case that this is a constant state that I live in. I can’t tell what part of my actions happen like this. I wonder, am I just describing a wish rather than my true experience? No. I like real, I want reality, and after rereading this story ten times, I know this: it’s real.
What also strikes me on reading back those last five paragraphs on becoming less of a praise junkie, is this: something, someone drove me through this lesson, and I should thank it/him for freeing this part of my mind. I curse him often, but credit where credit is true: thank you, teacher ALS. Praise you.
amen
Bewonderenswaardig. Zoals ongeveer alles wat ik van je lees.
Dank, een collega,
Frank
Thanks Garmt for this beautiful post. I praise you for sharing these lessons in life for they are truly inspiring and helpful. It helps me muddle through my life hoping to find my true self, my purpose and my reason of being. I am wondering, are only we as consultants insecure overachievers? Or do most of us go through this phase in life before we learn about ourselves (and are consultants just a bit more ignorant or autistic and thus are lagging behind in this learning journey ;-)). Nevertheless, I hope people will use your practice of appraisal because many of us (including me) could use this praise. We could even praise ourselves in the same way which could be as powerful!? I believe (or at least I am trying to figure out if i believe it) that we are truly captains of our soul if we believe in and praise ourselves. Only then we can feel OK, only then we can conquer insecurity and empower ourselves to reach our full potential. What do you think?
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Elk voordeel heb zijn nadeel (J. Cruijff) Bewonderenswaardig dat je uit deze periode de pareltjes weet te vinden. Je bent een voorbeeld voor velen Garmt ♡
Wow. Thank you. <3
Very nice piece Garmt! Throughout the first 3 races this year (and especially the last one, trust me…) I would reach a point where it was difficult to either continue a good pace or even to keep moving forward. Reflecting on your journey has been an inspiration to keep up the pace…to keep moving forward. One more race to go next month, and I know somewhere around km 35, I’ll need to draw on your inspiration again. Keep doing what you do Garmt. We are all behind you and inspired by you.
I praise you. I praise whatever it was that gave me the gift of your thoughts, of sharing a bit of your life.
Thank you for your wonderfull thouths, today I will send a prayer
to den lieben Gott, nach oben ! Christina
Thank you for your thoughts, I should send
a prayer zum lieben Gott nach oben, today
for you! Christina
Thank you <3
Lekker ding, dit doe je toch maar.
Bob Dylan wint Nobelprijs, wat je met lyrics al niet kunnen bereiken.
Hi Garmt, what a great sign of life, again, from you. Amazing such sweetness you can find in yourself at this time. I will reread it probably before i can really execute on it i guess. Greets!
Incredible Garmt.
Wat schrijf je toch fantastisch en wat een mooi mens ben je.
Dankjewel!
Greetingz,
je collega.
Oh zo herkenbaar… you nailed it. Alweer iets waardevols toegevoegd aan de wereld! Bedankt, xx
Where words fail, music speaks.
Thats my experience, but right now, i read your blog full of words and thougts so true. That even music fails and your words speak!
B-E-A-utiful 🙂
Still the boss of your OWN thoughts!
Grtz Hanneke
Hi Garmt, ik bezoek vandaag je fb pagina, en val middenin in deze blog.
Wil je een gek verhaal horen?
Ik ben net terug verhuist naar Utrecht (25 jaar hier gewoond en gewerkt, en de laatste 3 jaar op Terschelling gewoond), anyway, ik gooi oud papier weg….en daar ligt jouw boek. Op de container….? Als een zwerfboek.
Ik heb het gepakt, en ben erin begonnen te lezen.
Ik geloof nooit in toeval, dus vind dat ik je dit berichtje moet schrijven.
Je boek wil heeeeel graag gelezen worden dus als dan toch….
Het gooit zichzelf de stad in.
Ik doe je een vriendschapsverzoek, we hebben vast veel gemeenschappelijke vrienden bedenk ik me.
Ciao, ik hoop dat je ogen wat rustiger worden. Zodat je lekker door kunt schrijven .
Groetjes van Ankie Thuis (ja, dat is echt mijn achternaam…..:))
Beste Garmt,
Ik lees jouw monumentale stuk weer eens door. Het gevoel bekruipt mij echter dat je het mis hebt: Jij bent een geweldig mens ONDANKS Als, niet dankzij deze rot-ziekte.
Dat wou ik even zeggen. Het beste,
Marijke.