The Greatest Love Of All

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When I heard about Whitney Houston’s death I was reminded of the many ways society sends destructive messages to artists and creative people.  

One message is “you’re only as good as your last hit.” In many news reports I heard that Whitney was disappointed and down that her last album did not get the critical acclaim to which she was accustomed. Imagine topping the charts with hit after hit for decades, and then after coming out of isolation and self-destruction you don’t top the charts in the way you once did.  She did well, but her performance wasn’t as meteoric as it had been in the past. The meta-message “only as good as your last hit” is reinforced. 

Another message is that “unless you knock my socks off, you are not legit.” Her voice had undeniably changed, she could no longer soar in the same way, but now her voice was filled with edges and qualities that reflected despair, heartache, and the desire to overcome it all. She had lost notes, but had developed strength and gravitas. The qualities in her voice reflected that she was older and seeking to find herself. Unfortunately we are living in a culture of competitive contests, instead of curious listening and warm receptions for the stories in all our voices.

Last of all Whitney modeled “smiling on the outside, while crying on the inside.” I wish she had had support to overcome her addiction, to deal with fame and disappointments, because when you reach that far out with your amazing gifts, you also may have what I call “an upper limit,” which tries to limit how much joy and happiness you allow yourself to get back. She gave so much, but somehow did not receive all of the support and love she really needed and deserved. She soldiered on, but probably had much pain and grief that was difficult to acknowledge.

I understand why with Whitney’s death so many people are writing about how addiction destroys. For instance, there is a great article in Forbes, A Cautionary Tale, reflecting on how her passing provides an opportunity and reminder to reach out and support those we care about who are struggling with demons of their own. As a society, I hope we can learn to value the magic of all our artists, with their ups and downs, and learn to curb our critical impulses to destroy, as we move into a culture of ongoing appreciation and support for the ample creative resources that lie in each of us, which truly heal us all. That would be the greatest love of all.

 

Celebrating Lily

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I am feeling really fortunate. My daughter, Lily, is 5 today.

Some people who’ve known me a while say, “Wow! That went fast.”

But I don’t experience her growing up as having been fast. I experience it as instances and moments from our 1,825 days together. There’ve been some tough moments, lots of exhaustion and exhilaration, and many experiences she and I have shared. I remember her first keyboard pounding concert at 5 months of age, her first word, her first step, her first successful time on the potty, the first friend she made on her own. I experience Lily as complete and perfect as she is. I see her as a great party waiting to happen which often does.

Two days ago she was involved in a fight at school. Her teacher told me that Lily stayed engaged with her friends and worked out the disagreement until they all worked out the problem.

“Lily has something so special inside her, that I wish everyone had,” her teacher told me. “She’s a peacemaker and she cares, but she’s honest too.”

How do I begin to measure the magic of my child? Well, I guess we will celebrate her turning 5, which is just an excuse to appreciate the beauty I get to love everyday anyway.

I am feeling re…

jenniferblaine By jenniferblaine1 min read1 views

I am feeling really fortunate. My daughter, Lily, is 5 today.

Some people who’ve known me a while say, “Wow! That went fast.”

But I don’t experience her growing up as having been fast. I experience it as instances and moments from our 1,825 days together. There’ve been some tough moments, lots of exhaustion and exhilaration, and many experiences she and I have shared. I remember her first keyboard pounding concert at 5 months of age, her first word, her first step, her first successful time on the potty, the first friend she made on her own. I experience Lily as complete and perfect as she is. I see her as a great party waiting to happen which often does.

Two days ago she was involved in a fight at school. Her teacher told me that Lily stayed engaged with her friends and worked out the disagreement until they all worked out the problem.

“Lily has something so special inside her, that I wish everyone had,” her teacher told me. “She’s a peacemaker and she cares, but she’s honest too.”

How do I begin to measure the magic of my child? Well, I guess we will celebrate her turning 5, which is just an excuse to appreciate the beauty I get to love everyday anyway.

I am feeling re…

I am feeling really fortunate. My daughter, Lily, is 5 today.

Some people who’ve known me a while say, “Wow! That went fast.”

But I don’t experience her growing up as having been fast. I experience it as instances and moments from our 1,825 days together. There’ve been some tough moments, lots of exhaustion and exhilaration, and many experiences she and I have shared. I remember her first keyboard pounding concert at 5 months of age, her first word, her first step, her first successful time on the potty, the first friend she made on her own. I experience Lily as complete and perfect as she is. I see her as a great party waiting to happen which often does.

Two days ago she was involved in a fight at school. Her teacher told me that Lily stayed engaged with her friends and worked out the disagreement until they all worked out the problem.

“Lily has something so special inside her, that I wish everyone had,” her teacher told me. “She’s a peacemaker and she cares, but she’s honest too.”

How do I begin to measure the magic of my child? Well, I guess we will celebrate her turning 5, which is just an excuse to appreciate the beauty I get to love everyday anyway.

Jealousy As A Force For Good

Green eyed monster by Jennifer Blaine

Yes, jealousy can be a force for good.  You heard me right!

Jealousy can be a fantastic way to energize, enliven, and motivate. We think of jealousy as being a base emotion and associated with unpalatable behavior, but jealousy can also be a way to tune in and figure out what we desire most. Once we know, we can think about how we are directing our energy and, possibly, make new choices, ones help us reach the desired goal that gets us back on track.

For a half a year in my late 20’s I considered not acting anymore, just packing it in. I was new to Philadelphia, and, contrary to what I pictured in my mind, no one was lining up, excited to host my one-woman show at any theatre. I had a favorable review of my one woman show in Timeout NY. I clutched the press clipping in my pocket folder as I banged on doors yet failed to get a single appointment. No one was impressed or motivated to showcase me. I was pretty deflated.

Maybe I will just be a healer and forget about acting and writing, I mused to myself. So, I tried to go that route. I promoted my coaching services, and I was successful in finding clients who benefitted from my services, many of whom then referred me to their friends.

Then Matt Damon and Ben Affleck won the Oscar for Good Will Hunting. I loved the film, especially the writing, and I marveled at how these two friends had made this vehicle to showcase their talents.

I was undeniably jealous. They were not much older than me, they were talented, they were successful, and they had not given up on their dream. That’s when I first realized that jealousy is there to remind us when we really want something and must not give up on honoring that. That is a critical component to realizing what we want in life. One of those aha moments.

The trick is to decipher what the qualities are of the thing we are jealous about that deep down we wish we could have for ourselves. If we are willing to be flexible and have some of those qualities in another form, we stand a good chance of getting at least some of what we want and continuing to build from there. The painful part of jealousy when it hypnotizes us into believing we cannot have it. Once we change from this self-defeating one, to a self-honoring one we can then take actions to actually realize our dreams.

I still get jealous, but now I know how to use it to be an energizing tool that actually works in my favor.