Does IQ matter?

I read this article that was part of a pre-interview process for a tutoring program I’m interested in getting into. It contained research findings pertaining to learning specifically for children and the youth, but it got me thinking about adulthood and the lack of learning there is. When we attend school we are constantly working our brain which is actively adding to our intelligence. The main point in the article was that IQ is not a static position, it can grow. It showed that learning mindsets affect the progress and success of learning. So, for example, when one says “I’m just bad at math,” it is viewed as a static statement implying that one has always been and will always be bad at math. There is no perspective of improvement, thus creating an excuse for continuing to be bad at math. It was proven that students who were taught growth learning got higher scores than students who were taught study skills. The mindset is what makes the difference. With growth learning, students are taught that learning is a process and can improve with effort and dedication. Thinking, “I may be bad at math now, but I can improve” is the mindset that is set forth. Understanding that the brain is a muscle and needs to be worked to get stronger is a key step in growth learning. Also, understanding that there is time and room for improvement helps students view themselves as successful.

There are goals set forth. Goals specifically pertaining to learning. When I think about adulthood I see a lot of hoops that we have to jump through. Whether it be the job search process, acclimating to a new career, or gaining experience, we lose the mindset of growth learning. We forget to actively learn, and it’s because society has made it easy. It has set certain goals that we think we have to meet and gives us a satisfaction that isn’t necessarily productive for our learning. Make this number of calls, send these emails, make this amount in sales, memorize tonight’s menu offerings, etc…But do these actions contribute to the growth of our IQ? I’m not saying that people don’t learn from these experiences because we do, and they are important. But it’s the kind of learning and the mindset that we accustom ourselves with that will make a bigger difference.

The first year after I graduated from college, I felt this void that I contribute to my lack of learning. I focused on finding a career and enjoying life as it was thrown at me. I never thought about expanding my mind more by continuing to educate myself. My mindset was, “ok I graduated, I know a lot now and got through the hoops I needed to get through to get to the next step in my life.” But I found myself missing studying for tests, I found myself missing learning new things and having the mindset to improve my brain. I got lost in improving the social and emotional aspects of my life, which are just as important, but realizing now that my lack of intentional brain growth may have been the foundation of my struggles. We find satisfaction in watching documentaries, watching the news, or reading articles because we think it makes us knowledgeable. And it does, and it keeps us relevant. But, often we get lost in our relevance as we are filling our brains with information rather than setting goals for ourselves to improve the strength of our mind. It’s like when Einstein was asked what his phone number was and instead he grabbed the directory and said, “why should I memorize something that I can find in a book?” It’s the idea that clutter takes up our mind power. It creates deceiving learning growth and contributes to the excuses we make as to why we aren’t at a certain point or level. It’s part of why we end up settling.

Now, this is me dissecting the article and kind of running away with it. The focus was on youth learning growth and the positive impact it has on overall success and IQ. But being an adult, I can feel how this is true throughout life. Once you give up on the idea of actively learning, your brain, as a muscle, will not get stronger. Now, I’m not saying you get dumber, but to get smarter you have to have the perspective and understanding of learning, of working out your brain, and what is entailed to grow.

You hope it isn’t you

I’d hate to burst your bubble so let me elevate you to a level of understanding.

You’re so quick to the tongue that your teeth are in the way for words to find a landing.

 

You are a tie-dye kept together with the rubber bands of someone else’s bindings.

 

You spit out words of a person before.

It’s so quick that you don’t even notice their reflection in your mirror.

 

I bet that rotten taste in your mouth

is left over from when you went south.

 

You have your bubble and world of mime.

Let’s play bumper cars, I know I’ll have a good time.

 

That damn twitch

So my right quad muscle has been hurting recently. I ‘ve been working out every day, probably to an excess, and when I took a week off of going to the gym I realized that my leg was sore even though I was doing diddly squat. It also would do this weird twitching thing when I would lay down in a certain position. So one night sometime around two in the morning I’m trying to fall asleep and my quad won’t stop twitching. Now it’s not like an aggressive twitch, but I can feel it and my mind already has a difficult time falling asleep as it is. So, what do I do? I blind myself with my phone as I googled “why is my leg twitching?” Ooo this did not help me fall asleep. It came up with a whole lot of reasonable answers but I focused on one. I came across a very rare disease where leg twitching is one of the symptoms, and right there at 2am, I diagnosed myself with a “death in 2-5 years” disease.

So, I laid there for another 30ish minutes letting my leg twitch. Feeling every minute of my “last 2 years.” Gah so dramatic. The next day I continued my google searching and continued to over-worrying to the point where I couldn’t concentrate on my job. Good thing serving has become completely second nature to me, I only forgot about one table. It got to the point where I would intentionally bend down so my leg would hurt so I’d think “yup, there’s the disease.”

Ridiculous, I know. I put this disease in my head and I couldn’t shake it. It got me seriously freaked.

The next day after I talked myself out of this improbable rare disease, I looked at my “scare” and saw something else. No, not that life is short blah blah blah blah...

…I’m afraid. I’m afraid I’m going to make the wrong decision and I’m going to miss out on something that could potentially be exactly what I’ve been looking for. So when I thought that I wouldn’t be able to make any decision, good or bad, right or wrong, I freaked out. I over obsessed.  I thought of literally the worst scenario and ran with it. So now I’m annoyed with myself to the point where I have had enough of the goddamn worrying. In fact, I’ve had enough with a whole lot of things. Geeze, this is getting out of hand. I”ll wrap it up…

I’m done. When it comes to my happiness I’m done waiting for something to happen, for the time to be right, or to feel a certain way. I’m done pretending I don’t care about something when I really do. I’m done saying I’m ok when I’m not. I’m done being nice to people who don’t deserve it. I’m done laughing at the slightly sexist dumb old man golfer jokes when I still get that 15% tip they’ve been giving me every golf season—cheap bastards. I’m done saying “no thanks, I’m good” when I’m offered a cookie or something from a stranger that I actually really do want. I’m done being the person I don’t want to be.

Because, there it is again, that damn leg twitch.

The down damned and dirty

Facing yourself, the down, damned and dirty. You feel the soot, the sweat, the oil on your face at night. You feel the cracks, the calluses, you pick at the gunk under the fingernails of your fiddling hand.

Facing yourself, the down, damned and dirty.

You know your ugly. You know your regrets, your hate, every unethical thought you’ve had, you spit at yourself in spite and shame. Oh, you know your ugly.

You execute yourself, so willing you put your head on the chopping block, you even cut the damn rope of the guillotine. Facing yourself.

But afterward, you pick up your head and place it back on your shoulders just so as to avert any suspicion of your crookedness. And you walk on.

Your foe, the eyes looking back at you in the mirror, mocks you because they see right through the makeup, the BS, the excuses.

You know what’s real and you know what you fight for. Which is why you walk with that load on your shoulders.

What you expose is your beauty and your strength. Your ugliness, bent, surrenders to the better parts of you. You know your ugly which is why you look so damn good.

Murphy, you motherfucker.

It’s freaky how accurate my zodiac sign is. Today my horoscope warned me of the power of Murphy’s law. Its power not being much of a power but a warning in of itself stating that “what can go wrong will go wrong.”

I laughed at this.

Murphy’s law is a joke I have with myself. I feel Murphy. I feel him good and often. He’s the one who taught me to expect the worse. He’s the one who showed me what the back of my head looks like.

While he takes almost everything, he gives one thing.

Strength.

He’s given me strength in ways I never wanted nor expected. Preparation for a downfall—doesn’t get more romantic than that.

He’s stripped me down to just my skin too many times to count. No matter what I decorate myself with he’ll get his long fingers on me and rip away what I think I know. He’s shredded my conceptions, cut my legs off at my knees, and replaced my eyeballs with grey ones leaving me to look up watching the pieces of my life scatter across the sky.

It would be easy to name him my enemy.

But in its definition, an enemy is a thing that harms or weakens something else. So while Murphy’s ability to harm is uncanny, his power to weaken carries a more complicated definition.

Murphy is no enemy of mine. He’s a companion who walks beside me showing me what there is to see. He has no bias, no opinion, and no voice. He walks discriminating against no one as he carries the truth.

He is the threshold of fairness whether we like it or not.

Hey, hi it’s me

Things I live by

Choose the buffet

Coffee first, inspiration will probably follow

Dance with your eyes closed

Realize the happy mistakes

When in doubt, go with a reuben

Drink good beer first

Be awkward when the moment deserves it

A Project of Lists

This is the start to an ongoing project I want to create. A project of lists. I’m not quite sure how it’s going to turn out, but here I go, let’s hope it can become something cool.  I’m going to post a series of lists, some of them will pertain to my life directly, as most of my blog does, but some are going to be lists written by or for someone else.  They’re not all going to be related to each other, and I’m going to post them sporadically. Lists are a way of keeping things in order, to help us remember what we’re supposed to do or what we want to do because we have a tendency to forget what’s important. I don’t think I’m going to explain these lists, I like the idea of having room for wonder and thought. But, I might change my mind on that, we’ll see…So, I’m going to start with a list that I wrote a while ago. It’s the list that inspired the idea of this project and I stumbled upon it among the dozen of open files I have on my laptop. Don’t get too excited, it’s nothing special but it was important to me when I created it, and it is still important when I reread it now.

This I promise myself.

Take responsibility for myself.

Be creative.

Write.

Make money to travel.

Travel.

Be a proactive sister.

Pull my own weight.

Create lasting relationships.

Do what fulfills me.

Actively work toward something in my future.

Follow my heart.

Learn.

Know something.