I’m working on a new project, and I’d like your help. It grows out of my experience fighting cancer, along with some other personal and family challenges I’ve endured of late. The project is about how we all navigate the voluntary and involuntary transitions, disruptions, and reinventions of our lives. In the 20th century, we spoke of lives as linear. Now we know better. Our lives take all different shapes. I’m interested in how we adjust the narrative of our lives in ways that allow us to live with meaning, purpose, and joy.
That’s where you come in. The heart of this project is a series of life stories I’m gathering. The interview takes around two hours. Almost everyone finds it rewarding. I’m mining these stories, looking for patterns and best practices that can help others to make bold, informed choices in their lives.
I’d love to include your story. If you’re interested in participating (or know someone who might be good for this project), please click here to learn more. If you’d like to receive our free newsletter, with stories, strategies, and suggestions, please enroll here. If you’d like to join the conversation, please follow me on Facebook and Twitter. You can also email me directly at email@example.com. Or, if you’d prefer to browse, I’ll be posting here regularly.
Until then, we live a time of constant change — and endless possibilities. Each of us gets to write our own story. And yet, steering through the constant stream of choices and transitions seems harder than ever. You’re not alone. There is a way to manage these critical moments effectively. Together, let’s find it.
“At the end of that second miscarriage when everything was black and there was seemingly no hope, one of the things my husband consoled me with was, “Just have faith, just have faith.” So one day I am driving through this commuting hell to work at the CIA, and I get to the parking lot, tears streaming down my face, trying to collect myself to go in to work, and I just remember thinking, “Alright God, I can’t take it anymore. I give up trying to make things happen. You have to take this.” For a control freak to finally say that, it was hard, but that’s what I did. And I felt this instant peace. That was the point I felt that God was with me.”
“So I run upstairs and Tigger, this giant pitbull we had rescued from a fire and were planning to move to a boarding facility, is going crazy. My partner, Lori, had thrown a blanket over his face trying to blind him. I grabbed his scruff and gave him my arm so that he wouldn’t go after her. In that moment, Lori runs out of the room and then Tigger just starts flailing me around and latches onto my arm. I try to back out, but Tigger won’t let go. I say to Lori, “Pretty sure he just bit my finger off.” Turns out, he partially severed my finger, crushed all the bones, and did nerve damage. That’s the only time I thought, “I’m going to die. He’s going to rip out my artery, and I’m going to die.” Then, right as I’m thinking that, I grab the underneath of his gums and pinch them up against his teeth, and he lets go enough that I can grab my arm, and Lori closes the door real fast.”
“My wife was not excited about leaving her friends and her job, moving from London to LA, for what on paper reads 100 percent as a midlife crisis: I’m leaving my job as a theoretical physicist and joining this weird YouTube band where I dress up like a ninja. But after a lot of soul searching and agonizing over it for months, I said, “Look, if I don’t do this now, I know I will regret it for the rest of my life. This is going to be the thing I look back on when I’m 70, and say, “Fuck, I should have tried it.” So, with her blessing, I gave my notice to the university.
“Whether it was the way I was raised or something else, to me there’s no value in sugar coating or rationalizing to yourself that your life was a failure. And maybe it’s just because I was in venture investment, you have to be clinical about saying, “This was an awesome idea, with great people, but right now you gotta take Old Yeller to the river and put her down.” At some point you have to be clinical about saying failure is failure. And to me, if there’s part of growing as a person, it’s de-stigmatizing failure—I think it’s been helpful and to a degree liberating. And so I don’t have any problem calling my life a failure in some places.”
“I was unaware at the time, but after the papers were signed and I had my own little apartment, I became a very different person. I was 57 years old, and for the first time I would talk to people in crowds and I would introduce myself and I didn’t realize how pushed back and manipulated and controlled I had been. It was just my personality; I allowed that to happen. That was a very good thing for me. I could do and say what I wanted. “
“We were married on Mackinac Island and I had not been feeling well. The signs weren’t huge. I just sort of felt sluggish. I went running on my wedding day. I just sort of felt like I was battling a cold. And I had diarrhea. And the doctor said, “I want to put you on this but it’s really expensive. And I said, “Well let’s try that after I get married.” So after I got married, I went on this new drug and the diarrhea didn’t go away. And he said, “Let’s just do a CT scan.” So we did a CT scan and the cancer was everywhere. If I hadn’t caught it then, I wouldn’t be here right now. It was a small cell double hit lymphoma. B-cell but double hit. It was in my bones. It was in my femur. It covered my spleen. There were tumors in my abdomen. It was in my skull. It was on my clavicle. I had just gotten married. We had all just moved in together. And now, I was fighting for my life.”
“Beginning when I was about 12 or 13 years old, my mother would confide in me and plot with me to leave my father. Three or four times she went to another city and bought a condominium, and we were going to escape in the middle of the night from him. There was another time when we moved back to her hometown and bought a house. Then this is what would always happen: My father would learn of it and would come and lure her back. Because she was frankly a weak woman in the 1950s who did not believe that she could be self-supporting. But remember, I’d be her conspirer. He then looked to me as the person his wife had been plotting with to get away from him. I mean, it was sick on so many levels.”
“Eventually, I did bottom out. My wife took the kids. By this time our eldest daughter was three and our youngest was less than one. I had tried a 28-day treatment program, and I would get a little bit of sobriety, but not much. Maybe a week or two. At the most. And when she took the girls one night, I thought, I don’t know what I am going to do. I went back to this facility, and while I was there this time, a word came up on the board during one of the sessions that the counselors lead, and that word was: ACCEPTANCE. And I really thought about it. Around step one, we had admitted that our lives had become unmanageable, and acceptance really is a precursor to that. I had heard the word so many damn times, but I didn’t understand it because I was an alcoholic. I realized after five years of trying to get sober that I was an alcoholic. But I didn’t realize till that moment that I couldn’t drink. Lo and behold, an alcoholic just can’t drink.”
“I was born with a disproportionate body tendency. I was a very beautiful child, apparently. My mother had people stop. I had white blond hair. But when I went into adolescence, I was like a seven on top and a fourteen on the bottom. And that meant that I did not do activities, because I didn’t want people to see my legs. I didn’t want to go in the swimming pool. I didn’t wear flats. I never wore jeans until I was 60. When I was 16, I went to the Young Democrats Convention. Because at that point I thought I might want to be the first woman senator from California. And I impressed this guy who was 20 at the time, and we started dating. But eventually he said to me, “Who wants a girl as pretty as a picture if she doesn’t have a frame to match?” I have a good body. I appreciate it and love it. But I felt ashamed. Even my first husband loved me from the waist up, but he didn’t want to see me from the waist down. And I wasn’t even that fat. I was much thinner than I am now. He was obsessed with fatness because he had been fat once in his life. The day we came home from the hospital with my daughter, he said, “Tomorrow you start sit-ups.” So I got rid of her, and I got rid of my first son, but my third child is still part of my belly.”
“A high point of my life was when my youngest son was Bar Mitzvahed. Seeing my whole family up there on the Bima, as well as Mark’s family. We had a lot of issues, Mark and I, about the Jewish stuff. My family totally embraced all this wonderful Jewish history and has been very supportive, even though they were WASPs and I was raised without any religion. But his family was very unhappy with his choice to marry someone who wasn’t Jewish. His dad died without ever being able to accept it, which I have struggled to understand because I felt like I was doing everything I could. It wasn’t until that Bar Mitvah that his mom finally realized I was serious about raising my kids Jewish. I think maybe part of her didn’t believe till then. That’s one of the reasons it was such a magical moment. It was a merging of the families.”
“I remember discovering a copy of Everything You Always Want to Know About Sex: But Were Afraid to Ask, which is this horrible book when you approach it as a young gay kid, because homosexuality is described as unhealthy, cross- dressing. Just this bizarre opinion about what gay life was. And I remember looking at it and thinking, This is not what I want to be when I grow up. I was having this tug of war between what I knew to be true about myself and what this guy said my life is going to be. So, when I get to my teens, and I’m being educated by Benedictine monks, who are celibate, it dawns on me that celibacy is the answer. I could ignore this issue for the rest of my life and live a life of intellectual rigor and inquisitiveness. All sorts of doors seemed to open with the notion of being a monk. I started exploring and decided that I had the religious vocation to be a monk. So, after high school, I went and joined a monastery.”
“I had the good fortune of having this amazing teacher on my first day of school in America. Her name was Ms. Pinsin. She was this lovely African-American teacher at Stone Elementary School in Greenville, South Carolina.
I’d like to hear your life story. Here’s why:
In recent years, I’ve had a number of unexpected pivots in my life – from life-threatening cancer to financial uncertainty to family crisis. Sure, I knew that all these things might happen. But l didn’t expect them to happen to me, at least how they happened and especially when they happened. My life was supposed to take a predictable path. Now that path had disappeared.
I soon discovered I wasn’t alone. Everyone I knew was struggling with one defining challenge or another – from failing relationships to failing industries, from lost limbs to lost homes, from switching religions to switching genders. The world, it seems, is full of disruption, disorder, chaos. Change, once a break in the normal, has become the new normal.
And it’s not going away. If anything, the unease we’re all feeling is part of a larger transition.
In recent years, our understanding of how we all live has changed dramatically. We used to see human lives as rigid, full of fixed traits and unchanging identities, proceeding along predictable timetables. Now we know better. Everyone’s life is different, full of its own unique twists, pivots, peaks, and wobbles.
I’m trying to understand how we make sense of all this. Specifically, I’m undertaking a new project to figure out how we survive theses fluctuations. How we adapt and update our life stories to accommodate so many unexpected interruptions. Everyone’s got them, yet some people seem to navigate them more easily. How?
The heart of the project is a series of life stories I’m gathering – scores of them, from all walks of life and ages. I’d like to hear yours. Really. Or, if you’d prefer, please recommend someone who’s got a great story to tell.
The Life Story Interview I’ve designed takes about two hours and can be done in person or via Skype. If you’d like to participate, or if you have any questions, please drop me a line at firstname.lastname@example.org. Or, if you’d just like to browse some of the stories we’ve collected and lessons I’ve learned, check out my blog, or follow me on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, or LinkedIn.
In the meantime, thank you for reading, sharing, and joining. And tell me: What shape is YOUR life?