Music Matters

When we were in Florida last month, this article about budget cuts to the arts programs in Lee County schools was on the front page of the paper.  News stories like this are quite familiar here in the recession battered midwest, but I was  taken aback to find the same problems existing in more affluent areas of the country. This makes me sad - and angry.  As a musician who would likely never have been exposed to music if it weren't for her wonderful elementary school music teachers, I'm heartbroken for all the potential young music makers who will never have that opportunity to develop a talent, or discover a life long passion.   As an adult who has worked with student musicians for 20 years, I've seen firsthand the powerful effect the arts can have on children of all ages.  It develops confidence, fosters a spirit of teamwork, provides an outlet for stress, all while improving fine motor skills, coordination, and mental agility.  If you ask me, music packs a powerful educational whammy, one that should be valued above many others.

The newspaper article referred to a study which indicated that students who majored in music as undergraduates had a higher acceptance rate to medical school than those who majored in biochemistry.  It also cited the many studies which have proven that music education helps children develop critical math skills, while education in fine art encourages creative and non-linear thinking.   Certainly these are fine arguments for continuing to support music and arts education for children of all ages.  I wish, though, that we didn't have to persuade people that music education is important only because it makes you good at something else, wish that people would see the value in learning to make and listen to music or art for its own sake, simply for the power of having the ability to create something beautiful in your life and to offer it to others.

 It seems to me that as a society, we place less and less value on the well rounded individual, one who has been educated and has an appreciation for all manner of ideas, than on the "superstar," the kind of person who capitalizes on one area of expertise throughout their life.   Nearly as soon as they start talking, we ask children what they want to be when they grow up.  And while we probably don't expect a serious answer, it's all too easy for little people to start pigeonholing  themselves at a very young age, especially if their exposure to opportunities is limited. 

I think encouraging people, especially children, to be one-dimensional does them a major disservice.  Education should be about exposure to all manner of thought and history and ideas, not just about learning information to fill in the right answers on a state mandated test.  Life is long, and sometimes hard.  Being able to call upon multiple areas of interest and talent is crucial for keeping pace with the future. 

Music has always mattered to me.  It has enriched my life in more ways than I could ever have imagined.  And it all started on Wednesday afternoons in fourth grade, with a plastic recorder, and Mrs. Evans, our music teacher.  In this, the richest of all countries, we must continue to offer that gift to our children.

Situation Normal

You know what?  This has been a really normal week.  A week where things have gone according to schedule, where all assigned tasks have been completed, where some unexpected (but nice) opportunities have arisen.  I liked it.

I could get used to this thing called normal.

See, I really like a routine.  I know that makes me somewhat pedantic and uninteresting, but I function best when things happen in a prescribed fashion, ideally one over which I have some control.  Deep in my heart of hearts, I'd like to be more of a free spirit,  wish I could go with the flow and take what comes.  But when things are up in the air, I get ansty and prickly.  Can't help it...that's just me. (See how self-aware I am, and I haven't even taken the StrengthsFinder?)

Here's what happened this week that I really liked...

~my weeping cherry tree blossomed beautifully.  oh yes.

~i got to accompany my friend's church choir rehearsal last night.  hadn't played the piano in three weeks!  yes, indeed, that felt good.

~it was so quiet in the office this week that i got all my work done in the allotted time and didn't bring anything home with me for the weekend.  whew.

~got one step closer to completing the disbursement of my aunt's estate - namely, preparing to finalize the transfer of her house to another of her nieces.   big smiles.

~walked two miles every day this week.  feelin' fit in spite of pizza for dinner.

Here's what I'm looking forward to...

~marathon men's chorus concerts tomorrow at the University of Michigan, where I expect to hear and see some of my favorite young men from the high school.  brava!

~going to East Lansing next weekend with my friend C. while our men are away on a choir tour of their own.  yea for girlfriends!

~sleeping late tomorrow and then taking the doggies to the park.  nice.

~more spring like weather which is said to be on the way.  ahhh...

In short, I'm loving life in the normal lane. 

How about you?  What's your situation these days?

First Impression

I work in a small office, and during the 10 years I've worked there I've seen quite a number of employees come and go.  Personality is important in a small, cohesive group like ours, and I've become quite adept at discerning who will "fit" and who will not.  My first impression is usually correct, too - even if I sometimes can't put my finger on exactly why.   So I've learned to trust it, that first initial feeling I get, not only when it comes to office personnel, but to other things in life as well. How about you? Do you trust your first impression?  What does it take to make a good first impression on you?  What's the best (or worst) first impression you ever had about a person/place?

This week, write about a~

FIRST IMPRESSION

Based on Strength

"The best leaders have a good idea who they are as a person.  They know their strengths and find ways to use them in their jobs every day..." from an interview with Josh Allan Dykstra, Organizational Development Specialist The concept of natural talent has always interested fascinated me - the way some people have such an obvious proclivity for music or art or sports or telling jokes or cooking or growing things or teaching... all the multitude of talents that make the world go round.  And sometimes I wonder about the talents people have that go undiscovered, because I've seen talent revealed quite by chance and it causes me to think about the times that opportunity doesn't occur and someone's true talent may never be uncovered.

It seems the Gallup Organization has been extensively studying the concept of strength and strength based leadership.  According to Josh Dykstra -who happens to be my friend C's son-in-law, but is also one heck of a smart young man- a strength is where "talent meets knowledge meets skills."  It's about knowing who you are and what your strengths are, and then finding ways to use them in the things that you do everyday.  Apparently the worlds best leaders don't necessarily share a list of similar characteristics, as you might imagine.   What they do have in common is a heightened sense of self-awareness which they've parlayed into their life and work.

This information comes at an interesting time for me, because over the past several months I've been tested in my job in ways that are uncomfortable.  I've kvetched about it here a few times, but in essence, my job has changed dramatically so that I'm now in a position of  totally managing other people's work, while still being responsible for the final product.  I've been trying to figure out why this is so difficult for me, why my stomach knots up every morning when I'm driving into the office, why I sometimes feel like crying when I sit at my desk and survey the piles of papers littered around me. 

So reading about strength based activity makes me realize that the reasons I feel so unhappy and frustrated is that I'm no longer using my natural strengths to their best advantage.  It makes sense to me that if people are most effective when they're working within the areas of their greatest strength, than the opposite would also be true- that we are not only less productive, but less satisfied when we our work entails utilizing our weaker traits.

Now here's where my inner Puritan pipes up.  "It's work, you ninny," the black-robed figure scolds, "it's not supposed to be fun or satisfying.  It's supposed to be hard!"

But the Gallup people have a different take on the subject.  Don't we owe it to our employers to give them our best selves?  And doesn't it behoove companies to encourage  employees to discover their strengths and help them find ways to use them in their employment positions, to make them more effective and productive?  Shouldn't that be a win-win for everyone?

Hmm.. it should, I think.

So in the days ahead I'll be delving a little deeper into this idea of strength based leadership, trying to determine just what my strengths (in this context) might be.  Perhaps I can find ways to use them in this new world I'm working in.  And perhaps in the process, I'll gain a better understanding of myself as a person.

I'll keep you posted.

To find out more about strength based leadership, and the StrengthFinder assessment, visit the Gallup Strength-Finder website here.

Sprung

Weather has an amazing effect on the personality, doesn't it?  We're enjoying an unbelievably early spring (it was 76 degrees today!) and people are so full of energy and enthusiasm.  Just give folks a little sunshine and they're good to go - if only we could bottle that.  What's that, you say?  they do?  It's called Vitamin D?  Well, you know what I mean. 

You can't pop a pill and get that euphoric -suck -in -a -deep -breath -of -that -fresh -warm -air feeling that comes from the first warm days of spring.

I'm no exception to the giddiness of the first spring day.  Even a day of paper shuffling at work was made bearable by having the window open and hearing the birds twittering away outside. 

Each year when winter rolls around, I wonder if I'll make it to spring, if I'll survive those long months of  ice and cold and gunmetal gray, if I'll live to feel the sun on my face, to sit on my back porch and drink coffee in the morning, to hang my sheets on the line, to fill my flower beds with impatiens. 

Today, I knew I'd made it again, that I'd been released from winter's entrapment, allowed to breath easy once more.

It's spring.

I'm sprung.