Recently, I started using a chatbot that a friend of a friend programmed. This chatbot works with Facebook Messenger and is clinically proven to help improve depression and anxiety in as little as 2 weeks. It’s called Woebot.
Since Henry is a big fan of robots, every time he sees my phone light up with the Woebot icon, he gets excited and shouts, “BE-BOT, MOMMY! BE-BOT!” For that reason alone, I’ll keep using it. 🙂
Anyway, I was initially drawn to Woebot because it only takes a few minutes of time per day, and it contacts you, at the same time every day, to keep you doing the work. I was already doing my own thing with Happiness is Homemade, and I’d been considering creating an app to do the same thing on my phone, since printing stuff up and writing things out is occasionally a pain in my butt. I thought I’d check out Woebot to see if creating an app was even worth my time. (It is, but not because Woebot doesn’t fit the bill.)
Anyway, day before yesterday, Woebot brought up the topics of labels and mindsets. I was aware that labeling is irrational. It’s an automatic negative thought. I just wasn’t aware of how frequently I still engage in it. Mindsets, on the other hand, I was ignorant about. (And for a “smart” person, feeling ignorant is mighty uncomfortable.)
Here’s the 10 minute video that Woebot encouraged me to watch. I strongly encourage you to watch it as well. It could change the way you think about yourself and life in general.
I lived with a fixed mindset most of my life. And, if I’m honest, I’m currently struggling to change to a growth mindset… but the struggle is good.
Fixed Mindsets Waste Gifts
When I was a freshman at Berklee and saw that there were so many musicians who I perceived to be better than me, I stopped trying in earnest to be a performer.
Seriously, the last time I performed music outside of a classroom setting–other than karaoke or singing along at Gymboree– was in high school. That’s really fucked up for a person who was in all-state choir and regional honor bands all 4 years in percussion, if you think about it. Going to a world-renowned music school should mean you make more music, not less… but should statements are irrational garbage too.
Anyway — I had no idea that what I was butting up against was a fixed mindset. I believed I was “smart” and “a good musician.” This meant that I couldn’t allow myself to be in positions that could prove otherwise.
When I didn’t do well in my Intro to Film Scoring class, I switched to a Music Business major. When I couldn’t do vocal sight-singing or ear training without playing everything at a piano, I learned every piece at the piano by myself so no one else would know that I couldn’t just sing the songs from looking at the page. My embarrassment was painful and intense.
I cheated myself out of so much growth there because I didn’t want anyone to know that I wasn’t good enough. Truth is: I couldn’t emotionally handle that I needed to struggle so much. I had always needed to work hard at improving my chops, but having to work hard to keep up with a class was foreign to me. I had always excelled academically. It was part of my identity.
I thought that because music transcription and reading was so difficult for me, it was a sign that I just wasn’t meant for it. I allowed my mindset to close the door on something that I loved. After seeing the talent that was all around me, all the time, I figured that music, no matter how much I loved making it, wasn’t for me. And I didn’t even realize I was making a choice.
Music business was easy. It made sense, even if it could be misogynistic, cutthroat, and terribly ageist. So, I stopped making myself do the hard stuff, and I worked on a business plan… and on a ton of unpaid internships for internet radio dot coms that no longer exist. (When I think about how much I could have earned if I were given even minimum wage, it makes me sick at my stomach.)
Fast forward to adulthood and every time I had to face what I perceived to be an unforgivable failure — one that made me question my worth and identity — I became suicidal to the point of needing hospitalization.
The Gift Of Disability
Being diagnosed with seizure disorder caused by MS was a low point in my life, for sure. But I got used to having seizures. I got used to not being able to work a full-time job. I got used to my identity baseline being “not good enough.” And that was immensely freeing.
I decided that since I wasn’t living up to anyone’s expectations (least of all my own), I ought to change my expectations and try harder to make myself proud. And that’s what I’m doing now.
It’s not easy being a mother. It’s not easy sounding like shit on guitar or piano every time I play. It’s not easy learning Japanese on my cell phone or going to the gym 3-5 times a week whether I’m having seizures or not. It’s not easy to play make-believe with my son when I’m as pragmatic as I am. It’s certainly not easy to make myself proud.
But I’m doing the work… so someday, the things that are hard right now might be easy.
If I don’t, it’s like telling myself that it’s okay to be bitter and sad and unhappy with my appearance and life forever. And that’s bullshit. I’d rather choose struggle than familiar misery.
Besides, I won’t have any good stories to tell if I don’t choose worthy conflicts.
What are YOU struggling with today?
4 thoughts on “A Learning Machine”
Great article, Rae.
Thank you so much for sharing this. I am doing the same thing – trying to make myself proud.
“If I don’t, it’s like telling myself that it’s okay to be bitter and sad and unhappy with my appearance and life forever. And that’s bullshit. I’d rather choose struggle than familiar misery.” AMEN TO THAT! We have very different challenges, but I am right here struggling with you.
So, what am I struggling with today? Well, I’m very, very, very tired. I did a lot yesterday, so my only goal for today is to take a shower – and even that seems daunting. I am struggling with just letting myself rest! It’s not easy! I’m not good at relaxing.
(This is your FB friend Alexis, btw. I want to write some more blog posts eventually, but it hasn’t happened for a while. Feeling too inspired by other things I need to do – which is not a bad thing!)
I know them feels. I haven’t showered in 3 days now, because taking care of Henry keeps coming first. It’s gross. I’m gonna take a bath tonight, but I can’t wash my hair, or I won’t be able to sleep tonight. I had a hell of a time letting myself relax even when we were on vacation. I think we get so used to being busy and stressed that letting go feels unnatural. I hope that you’re doing better today. ❤