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What’s Wrong with Trying?

Today I had a small chat with an acquaintance, which left me thinking about something I’ve been reading recently. I had a not funnyaha moment when I realized a behavior I read in a book expressed itself in real life. As part of my research, I have been reading extensively about Growth Mindset by Carol Dweck, both the book and different research have been done by Dweck and others. This is not a post about Growth Mindset, as I am not here to debate whether G.M. is legitimate.

In the book, Dweck illustrated the two mindsets with many different inspirational stories and anecdotes, which led to criticism that the book is watered down, boring and repetitive. I personally had a hard time finishing the book because of its structure: all stories ended with lessons about people having the two different mindsets. I thought to myself why someone, who is very highly regarded in her field, with years of experiences working along side with some of the smartest people in the field committed that simple mistake, leading people to disregard her work saying the book can be summarized in 15 pages or less?  Or did she?

The small chat today sparked something in my head, as I didn’t recognized the behavior immediately, and when I did, it suddenly made sense why Dweck went on and on with those anecdotes. Simply because those inspirational stories shed light on the many different dimensions of having a fixed mindset or a growth mindset. Not everyone having a fixed mindset (or growth mindset) behaves in the same, predictable ways. It can’t simply be explained in several paragraphs like some have attempted to do so in the book’s reviews on Goodreads.

So what was the discussion about? We were basically chatting about Finnish language learning experiences of our own , and I was expressing how I found Finnish grammar challenging (I am learning about Noun types in class & at level A1) and how difficult it is to find learning materials compared to when we were learning English language (We are not native English speakers).  When we moved on to some random questions about English standardized tests (TOEFL & IELTS) that we needed to take before coming to Finland, they started telling me about how they took the test (and effortlessly got a certain score) without even studying for it, and how they felt they could have done much better (in a way implying that they could achieve much better scores if they cared to study) still given that they have been using the language for years (more or less a decade).

I have to say that their scores on that test is already an achievement, especially when they didn’t even study for it. One with such language skills is qualified to apply for most Bachelors, Masters, and even Ph.D programs, in which English is the primary language of instruction. Being an English learner & later – a teacher myself, I had worked for more than 3 years (2 years at a public university & more than a year at local English centers) and taught different levels of ESL students, I know that it took hundreds of practicing hours to gain even 1 point on 1 skill in such language tests. The last time I took that test was several years ago when I was still working at the university, and I remembered I spent at least 1 month studying, practicing, taking mock-exams & even asking my coworkers to be speaking examiners. And that was only 1 month because I taught English everyday, and I was already more familiar with the test formats than most. I probably had my hands on almost every English standardized-book-test available back then, thanks to the university library. Would I study for the test if I have to retake it again now? Absolutely yes, there are plenty of skills I need to remaster: note-taking, reading techniques, essay writing skills, etc.

That being said, I actually felt ashamed when admitting that I worked very hard when I needed to take the test. Because for a moment, I got caught in the mindset that saying so would make me appear less smart In her book, Dweck discussed how many want to appear / feel smart, and they think effort (or trying) makes them look dumb. Simply put, if you’re good at doing something, you don’t have to try. Dweck also went on and discussed how the not-trying could make themselves feel better when they are able to describe past events in “could have been”, and getting caught trying would rob their chances to imply it would go better. This is not related to the conversation I described above as I don’t want to make any assumptions or implications, and it would be unfair for me to judge the other person without knowing little to nothing. The conversation is there to illustrate my feelings toward the situation.

As someone who firmly believes in the power of personal growth, I wonder what’s so wrong with trying, and why most people are afraid of to admit that they make an attempt to improve themselves (me included – sometimes- apparently). I know there are those who rarely even try at schools and still get good grades, those who possess some abilities that make them better than average, etc…And then there are people who work super hard and still lag behind. Do people question the intelligence of those like Elon Musk, Bill Gates or Thomas Edison, when obviously they are some of the most hardworking people on Earth? Why is that socially acceptable to work hard when your ambition and intelligence are (like Elon, etc) proven, and then not really acceptable when (the rest of us) you get caught trying?

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Just a beautiful photo of the last Autumn that I caught on my camera (October, 2016)

In her book, Dweck used the term “a work in progress” as something we should all consider about ourselves when it comes to learning, trying and failing. If you are a work in progress, there is no shame in trying. That, according to Dweck, is one of the growth mindset’s characteristics. And yes, I have to remind myself everyday that I am a work in progress, and there is no such thing as instant success, or at least, for me. (I’m talking about you…Finnish language- you’re my current Everest!)

A final note about the book & the idea of Growth-Fixed mindset, many skim through the book, and then play-down the idea of 2 Mindsets. I don’t think those are qualified to judge the book. The GM book is a bit repetitive and written in a simple structure for a public audience, but one can always challenge oneself by reading other works from Dweck like the Self-Theories, for instance. Self-theories is sort of like the academic version that lays out the research that is behind Mindset. 

Random Thoughts on Relationships, and Life.

Few weeks ago two of my good friends had a fight and they broke up. Even though the break-up was only temporary, and somehow they found a way to mend it, but needless to say the break-up was brutal for both of them and left a pretty noticeable scar in their relationship. I had known them both separately and together, and I had never seen they were as quite happy or content as they were together. They started to date when both of them were broken from their previous painful and broken (albeit) long-term relationships, the ones they began when they were very young and full of dreams. The false romances taught them valuable experiences about love, trust, relationships and life. They found a common ground from what left of them, and built a love that many were doubtful of.

For the two years they have been together, there were many times they fought, but they never sought break-up as the solution, even though at times it seemed everything was against them. There were certain times I thought it wouldn’t have worked out, too. They just seemed too different as two people could be, but I knew it wasn’t my place to say whether it was meant to be or not. So just like that, they dated and committed, until one day I realized though rationally nothing made sense, it worked out perfectly between the two of them. Their relationship shaped and turned their lives in miraculous ways. They both grew up into the person who fits well into the other one’s life, until the point where I couldn’t fathom the news that they broke up. I couldn’t understand what could possibly be the reason for such thing to happen, because they were together and I just couldn’t see it otherwise.

Relationships are, sadly, so much more fragile than we would think. Just like all things that precious and beautiful, it is delicate and oh-so breakable. Of three years knowing him, I had never seen him crying. He wasn’t much of an attentive guy, though at times he could be very caring and sweet to his girlfriend. The guy who was always gleeful and carefree, nothing seemed to ever bother him, went to work with tiring eyes. I didn’t know until the very moment before I saw him, and he broke into tears. Quiet, sobbing tears. He wasn’t prepared, neither was I. I didn’t know what to say, and saying anything would have been meaningless anyway.

Seeing them like that, and as I have some little experience myself, I wonder why something that means to bring us meaning, joy and happiness also possesses such power to destroy and tear us apart just as ruthlessly. And why sometimes we could be so negligent of the loves that we so treasure, only to realize when it is usually already too damaged. Then by accident, I stumbled upon this video by John Green, one of my most favorite authors and humans, about perspectives and how you will never know what an experience would shape you, until far long in the future. Whether the experience then was painful, it might as well change the person you were in a way. Ultimately, time is the only thing that matters in the quest for perspectives. The pains, the love, the hope, and millions of memories in between would eventually fade away.

Sometimes, I thought how wonderful it would be to wake up one day and be 80 already, knowing that I’d done and seen it all. Only to realize that day, as it’s coming, would be much sooner than I think.

It might never get easier, but it’s okay.

Think about it, if I’d feel overly happy and joyous saying goodbye, then it’s probably not a very good sign 😘 It might never get easier, but it’s okay. 

Until next time ❤

What’s So Therapeutic About Baking? 

There are several things I’ve learnt over the last two weeks of resting, hiding and doing nothing: 

1. I am not good at resting and/ or relaxing like I thought. It was surprising and annoying at the same time. Like, how many of you out there wishing you could have a three-day vacay doing absolutely nothing but sitting on a comfy sofa, having a drink of your choice and catching up on your reading? Yes. Exactly. I know that feeling. But it turned out that I’m not that good at sitting on a sofa and reading like I thought. I’m so used to listening to audiobooks while cooking/running/being on bus/ multiple-tasking, the same with trying to get a 30 minute-section of reading everyday before bed wishing I’d have the whole day just for reading. I was in awe to discover that my body is so used to the-doing-stuff, and really NOT know how to just rest & relax. It’s not that pleasant to realize how bad you are at resting. It doesn’t mean I don’t like reading. I love reading, I am still reading everyday, but I’m just very bad at letting go of the guilty thought that I am doing nothing, achieving nothing and learning nothing- even though that’s the whole point of taking a 2 week-break. Now I can totally relate to Ross when he was on “sabbatical” & not having anything else to do. I had to admit that, I did the same thing: organizing (someone else’s) wardrobe, cleaning kitchen, cooking “super complicated” food, etc. which led me to do something else entirely different . I “discovered” a whole new therapeutic time-wasting healing activity: baking! 

2. Baking & Why You Shouldn’t Trust The Internet: Well, you can trust the Internet but maybe just 70%? I mean, there must be completely legit food-bloggers out there who baking serious, nutrious, delicious stuff and share those to the whole wide world. I just never thought I could be one of “those“. Not that I claimed to be one of those, but seriously you shouldn’t always trust the Internet (or compare your life with someone else’s perfect Instagram account, no matter what hashtag they use!). Why does it matter? I am glad you asked. 

I had never baked anything myself…until yesterday. The reasons are many, but mostly because I had never been interested in such long recipes, expensive baking tools, thousands kinds of flours, different kinds of measurements and well basically everything that baking implies. I mean, I love pastries and cakes. I love them, but I can even barely pronounce their names except some very basic cakes and pies. I wasn’t growing up in a household where an oven was present, and cakes were exceptionally for birthdays. You get the picture. But yes, I did the impossible thing yesterday. I baked cookies. Not just any cookies, I made these delicious, crunchy, super healthy nutrious Chocolate Oat Cookies with Pumpkin Seeds. 


I guess that’s the easiest type of baking. Like Level 1 on the Ultimate Games of Bakings. 

Then it dawns on me how therapeutic and healing it is to make or create something out of just some ingredients. For almost 2 hours, all I did was focusing on making the cookies, following the recipe(s), skipping the step(s) if I don’t have something (like vanilla extract, for example!) , estimating everything since I didn’t have any measurement cups or scales of all sorts. And it was a fantastic experience. I am still in awe with this simple 5-ingredients cookies. Trust me, I told everyone via text messages that I baked yesterday, it was a huge personal milestone and achievement. 


I am so glad I have this 2-week break, because I would never discovered that baking isn’t that difficult. It is difficult, seriously though, but I mean, I just made cookies! At the same time, trying on something new, experiencing something you have never done, or just embracing the alone time and allowing yourself to be free from all sorts of responsibilities aren’t just something you read in self-help books. It really works. In fact, it works wonder because those experiences will be the things that last. Not the new phone, neither the new technology toys. The experiences. Remember that. 


And for those of you who wonder: What all of these have to do with trusting the Internet? Well, I also took some photos from the baking, and let’s be honest: They look just fine – like those featuring in lifestyle blogs or fancy Instagram accounts. I mean, who would have thought that they were made by a baking-virgin? Right? Anyway, those cookies are delicious. Go & make some of these yourself! 

Ingredients

  • Rolled oats (then I put them in the food processor to make oats powder). 
  • Coconut oil (you need to melt them). 
  • Pumpkin seeds (I guess all nuts are just fine? I only have pumpkin seeds.) 
  • Sugar.
  • Half a chocolate bar. I used the Mint Chocolate that we had left, but people usually use chocolate chips. You need to melt them. 
  • Mix everything together, use your hands to make the cookies, put them on a baking tray (no need extra oil), put them into a 175C degree oven for 15 minutes, another 15 minutes to cool down. Then voila!


Then today I continued the baking session with Peanut Butter Cookies – because we ran out of Chocolate. They tasted just yum 👅. Happy baking! 
 

For When It’s Hard to Wake Up

“After 2 hours talking on the phone, we’d agreed that I would go to Joensuu the next day, and that everything would be okay. Just one more night and 600 kms later, I wouldn’t have to be alone anymore.  At 6:00 pm, you texted me suddenly asking if I want to take the 8:30 pm bus to Jyväskylä, where you’d meet me and drive me back to your place in Liperi. My mind was cloudy, my head hurt and the thought of not having to spend that night alone was so appealing that I agreed to that “crazy” plan – though it means you have to drive for 7 hours through empty roads and highways that night. But I couldn’t think straight. I packed whatever in sight, tried to calm my nerves, and gather some common sense to proceed with your spontaneous plan. 

I didn’t realize I was super tired until I got myself into the bus, eventually I fell asleep and halfway to Jyväskylä, I woke up feeling overwhelmed with emotions and mostly thankful for having met you. I had no ideas how many towns I had left behind so that I could get to Jyväskylä. It was a 4 hour-ride and compared to what we were used to, it was really nothing.

I saw you waiting for me, anxiously watching the bus when we arrived. You didn’t see me, but I knew you were just as nervous as I was. The moment we hugged, I realized everything would be alright, and that I could breathe again. I don’t know how many people could be so lucky to have someone in their lives to turn to in moments of crisis like I have you, but I know for certain that you’re a blessing. 

On the way back, you told me how the moon was shining in that pitch dark night to guide and show you the way. I don’t know how to drive, but I know so sure that it isn’t easy to drive in Finland during winter, especially at night. We were lucky, you said – that the weather was clear and there wasn’t any snow. I thought to myself what had I done to deserve this beautiful person, but I couldn’t answer. Maybe that’s why I am here in Finland, for that I could be able to meet you. 

We talked about all those crazy things we had done prior this certain crazy ride. This is certainly one of the most insane things we both had done in our lives, and it was, after all – another adventure that we will think back one day with fondness and gratitude. For someone who spends her entire life planning instead of living, adventures like that are so rare. We talked the other day about what makes us feel alive, well- that would be one of those moments when I felt most alive. Alive and thankful. 

We arrived at 4 am, and that night I slept peacefully without any bad dreams for the first time after “the week of storm”. It is so strange to feel at home more than ever, to feel alive again after a week of cloudiness and dark thoughts. It is moments like this that give me strength to continue and go on… ”

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The Last Page of Your Passport

Today isn’t my best day, and it’s okay. You can’t expect everyday to be the-best-day of your life, because it means already you’re conditioned to be disappointed (by your own senseless expectations, and it’s even sadder).  Also, when you just had a fantastic weekend, it’s pretty predictable that Monday would suck, even when your Mondays usually suck less than others’ Mondays. Not like it’s a contest or anything, but I have a pretty friendly relationship with Monday in general.

But yeah, long story short, I have barely accomplished anything today, except feeding myself and questioning my sanity because of the last page in my passport. Do you own a passport? What does the last page look like?

I need to do a thing in which I need to include the last page of my passport, and that blank page just arrogantly questioned my whole existence, asking me life questions that I hate to answer. I don’t know if all passports do that, so I Googled. There aren’t many answers, maybe I asked the wrong questions, or maybe not everyone is offended by the last page of their passports. At least I found how the last page of the U.S passport looks like, and how cool the Finnish passport is. I already knew about this walking-moose Finnish passport, but I really enjoyed this interview so I thought I might just put it here.

Anyway, why am I upset about the last page of my passport? Well, because it asks me the seemingly impossible question, and apparently I am expected to know the answers.

“In case of emergency, notify: …”

I don’t know if I am almost overreacting to something, or maybe I just had a relatively long and useless day so I complicated everything. Maybe there are others too find it difficult to answer this question, like nomads or professional pack-backers for example. But maybe this question is sensitive for those who ran away to another country, just lost a loved one, or divorced their partner of 20 years. I am in none of these difficult situations; I shouldn’t have felt this way, did I. Isn’t it funny how something as tiny and trivial as the last page of your passport can rock your day so hard?

Today is one of those days where all of your favorite inspirational quotes failed to lift you up. Your dreams seem so far-fetched, and the future frightens you (just a little bit though). One of those days when everyone in your life is occupied with something, and you’re either too arrogant to reach out or too tired to even try. One of those days when someone you knew back home passed away, and no matter how you boldly you presented yourself to the outside world you still couldn’t help feeling so small & helpless; one of those days when you tried to sound tough, but you’re hurt for having to explain yourself to someone you love, and you’re hurt for knowing deep down that they would never really get it, you’re hurt cause you know they are hurt by your cold heartless words, and you’re hurt for being so hard on yourself. One of those days when you are not sure if you’re doing it right, one of those days you feel like failing at life. One of those days you got out of the house and went for a walk, because you wanted some human contact, then it started to rain while the street was full of snow so basically it was a slippery ice-bath – which was kinda fun, to be honest.

I went back to Jenny’s Furiously Happy for my occasional dose of laughing, and I felt a little bit better. I don’t want to become Jack – the unhappy man in England who had a boring job & was captured by aliens – whose destiny is still unknown – so that’s why I am here blogging.

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Ending this post with a fantastic view, because really “It’s All in How You Look at It”. Picture taken at Ahonkyla, Liperi, Finland – December 2016. 

If anything, this blog post is living up to the category “everyday randomness” fully.

 

  

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