Check in with Your Brain

The human brain is amazing, but not without its own limitations. Our brain, which loves to find patterns so that it can predict things, prefers predicting more than accuracy. Last night, after another rousing game of tennis, Pete said, "It is so weird, I hit a certain shot and my muscle memory causes my body to relax because you have NEVER gotten that shot back in our life...and now you return it!" This is brain bias. Fifty years of playing tennis together (I know! That's a long time!!) and his body/brain connection KNOWS what I'm not able to do. But guess what? I'm DOING different! I'm returning some of those shots and that man is standing there flat-footed, all relaxed in his tennis superiority.

Pete's brain and body have not caught up with the new reality around here. And he knows it, but cannot change it! This is the power of brain bias. Our brain behaves like this because it craves certainty. That is efficient, it requires our brain to not get over-heated while considering multiple options.

But a brain that is certain, but incorrect, is a brain that is making less-than-ideal decisions. The brain feels better about everything because nothing is threatened. But the human that is housing the brain is living with handicaps they do not even know about!

The current problem Pete has is an unresponsive body after he plays particular shots on the tennis court. If he hits a short ball cross-court, he assumes I cannot get to it fast enough. If he hits a high lob back to the baseline, he assumes I am going to flub the return.

This USED to be true. Not so much now. Pete is beginning to recognize (because he is humble and contrite of heart) that he has a better problem that he is responsible to address. The better problem is that he gets to hit the ball another time because I am going to return it. The old problem was that if he managed to hit the ball in predictable ways, I would lose the point every time. That's fine if you are playing Wimbledon. But we do not have rankings or prize money to fret over. We want to play a fun, competitive, game with lots of rallies.

The new problem is a better problem because it is more in line with our core values - lots of rallies. Pete will no doubt overcome his brain/body's sluggish reactions to his new, improved opponent. This is a new and better problem.

I bet your brain has some situations that are similar - habitual ways of thinking, believing, feeling, reacting, behaving. These habits are netting you predictable problems. Dare to dream! Wake up and discover that your brain, though lovely, has it limits and with less certainty, you might discover new, more interesting problems to solve.

The Heart of Authenticity

“Authenticity is a collection of choices that we have to make every day. It’s about the choice to show up and be real. The choice to be honest. The choice to let our true selves be seen.”

Brené Brown

Our true self has its best chance of showing up when we give her room to breathe. We allow her to live within the context of living a true life, as opposed to a false one. This is the heart of authenticity.

I must be careful in my assessment of true versus false or else I get off track. How do we decide what is true versus false? For me, it springs from the foundation of my faith, my life experiences, my strengths and my suffering - all of which invite me to consider what it might mean to live a true life.

Oh my goodness - this search for living a true life is fraught with complications!

We deceive ourselves (and others) and are deceived about truth. We justify and rationalize our choices. I remember when my father was chasing me upstairs from our basement whipping me with a belt. He kept saying, “This is for your own good. You have to learn to listen to me.” He was, in effect, justifying this spanking as true and good - part of his parental responsibility. For a long, long time, I accepted his explanation.

My brothers had just managed to push me and the little red wagon I was riding in through a glass sliding door, out onto a small concrete slab, down a grassy hill and into a creek. I was in too much shock to listen to anything. The sting of that belt on my already bruised legs did not turn on my “listening ears”. My shame was inflamed, my humiliation complete as I opened that basement door into a hallway that opened into the living room where my folks were hosting a party. Tiny shards of glass sparkled in my hair; pinpricks of blood dotted my arm. I saw people gasp and stare, I assumed they were seeing a very very bad little girl. After that, my memory goes dark.

All of us will face experiences that we cannot process in real time. Hopefully, with guidance, we can circle back through our memories and the teachings of our childhood. We can evaluate them. We can edit our belief systems, thought patterns and the habits they produce. We can make choices that are more honest because we own them. Although I have made many, many mistakes as a parent, I have CHOSEN to believe that hitting children with a belt (or any object) is not good for them. I have CHOSEN to accept the reality that what it felt like is what it was - abusive. I have CHOSEN to listen to and learn from others who do not feel that physical punishment of this nature is helpful for teaching children how to listen.

So this search for our true self and our true way of living? It requires a ton of excavation and examination of our assumptions and beliefs, our certainty and our shadow. When we know better we do better, which I think is the best we can all hope for in a life filled with choices and decisions that do not always spring for our conscious, most true self.