Greg Morris on Resilience

How much should we shield ourselves or others from the challenges of life? Are we nurturing resilience or inadvertently fostering fragility? Maybe it’s about finding that sweet spot where we’re supported enough to thrive but still exposed enough to grow strong and resilient. Sometimes, the very things that make us feel safe can hold us back from developing the strength we truly need.

A Bit Of Resistance Does Wonders

Ambiversion

Today, during an interview (for once, I wasn’t in the hot seat) I learned about ambiverts and ambiversion. The candidate described herself this way, and I was intrigued by both the word and the concept.

It harkened back to my own second-round interview for the job I’m currently occupying. The superintendent asked me, in what he described as a strange question, whether I’d rather be a travel guide or a travel agent. I was intrigued by the question and it got me thinking, in that moment, about how I consider myself vs how I comport myself.

I do very much prize alone time and am comfortable being by myself most of the time. I’m also not likely to put myself in positions where I have to talk in front of groups of people, although I often feel better after having done so (and regret situations where I shy away from the challenge).

And I also thought about all of the times I’ve taken parents and students around to see a school they are curious about or reluctant to send their child, and I always heartily agreed to provide tours to parents. I like these situations because I often get a chance to talk about what I know, and also to exercise a little bit of persuasion.

And when I worked at the Camden County Educational Services Commission, I often found myself in a sales mode, trying to persuade customers to use our services. I was surprised by how much I got into this role, considering how little I every wanted to be in a sales position. I always considered it something I wasn’t suited to or interested in.

Anyway, ambiversion: The term was coined by Edmund Conklin, a psychologist, encompassing both extraversion and introversion. It’s not interesting, from a research perspective, because it’s normal:

In other words, ambiverts are simply healthy people, neither too extroverted nor too introverted. Some have argued that because of Conklin’s attempt to define the "normal," he’s the progenitor of positive psychology—remember that what was popular at the genesis of much psychology was defining what was going wrong in someone’s mind, not right.

Hans Eysenck [considered ambiversion](Extroversion-Ambiversion-Introversion – Arlene R Taylor PhD, Realizations Inc (arlenetaylor.org)) to account for the vast majority of people’s personality traits:

68% to 70% are estimated to fall in the middle of the continuum and are moderately alert when fully awake (Ambiverts). These individuals tend to function best with moderate or average levels of stimulation.

I like these seemingly obvious conclusions to our otherwise all-or-nothing orientation towards personality traits. Of course most people aren’t always extraverted or introverted. We’re both, depending upon the situation. I have often thought that, were we as a culture and a society less didactic about gender roles, young people would be less likely to declare a gender orientation and just be themselves. As a male brought up in a culture that celebrates extreme versions of masculinity, I don’t find the notion of switching identities personally alluring, but I have often longed for a more tolerant world.

If we can exist comfortably-normally-in between the two extremes of introversion and extraversion, we can surely understand and accept others, and ourselves, as living in between other polar opposites.

Sunday Serial: Chemex, Tiller HQ, and God Mode

Here’s this week’s list of things to check out:

  1. God Mode in Windows 11: This is a cool trick to expose settings in Windows.
  2. Tiller HQ: Do you like using software to access your bank account but just can’t shake your preference for working in Excel? This (kinda expensive) Excel plugin does everything you want.
  3. Chemex Pourover Brewer: I wrote about this this weekend, but I wanted to recommend it for Serial Sunday, as I’m enjoying the process of making (and drinking) the product. I will note that this method seems to take longer than my normal pourover using a Melita No. 4 filter and dripper. I probably need to coarsen my grind a notch on the burr grinder.
God Mode
God Mode
Tiller HQ
Tiller HQ
Chemex
Chemex Brewer

10k Rowing Update: A New PR

10k Rowing Update-A New PR

Pleased with this afternoon’s 10k. I felt strong during the whole piece, although I could feel myself getting pooped near the end. At the outset, I was pretty confident that I was going to hit my 10k in 40 minutes goal, but I gave up some seconds during the piece. I stayed focused through most of the row.

I pasted my previous PR and today’s side by side in Affinity Photo so you can see them side by side. Watts were up by 2, I shaved about six seconds off last week’s time, and got my average pace under 2:01/500k. The good news too is that I kept my stroke rate the same, so I was pulling with a hair more power than last week.

10k Rowing Update-A New PR
10k Rowing Update… A New PR

And hey: my 2023-24 season is almost at an end (the ErgData app is calculating my season as starting on May 1st of last year, which is around when we got the second Concept2 Model D). I’ve logged just over 2 million meters since then.

Chemex, My New Office Coffee Setup

Chemex

I’ve been hot to try a Chemex since at least 2016; I remember talking about it with one of my colleagues at Camden County ESC back then. We were thinking about splitting the cost of one. I’ve been brewing using an Aeropress at the office for over a year, and have been very happy with it. But I’ve always pined for the bespoke design of a Chemex, and I really love pour over. Made a couple of cups for us this morning and all’s well.

Chemex

Chemex Brewer

Chemex

Chemex

Goodbyes are Such Sweet Sorrow

Yesterday was my last day at Vineland Public Schools; on Monday, I move (back) to Monroe Township Public Schools, where I started my career, such as it is, in public education. I am sad to leave the district of my hometown, but excited about my new position. The work is the work, but the people at VPS are like family.

Me and Teri
Me and Teri

Me and Stacy Zentz
Me and Stacy Zentz

Me, Teri, and Jarrod
Me, Teri, and Jarrod

Cake
Cake

High-Calorie Interstitial Lunch, or Tacos with a Colleague

I lured a very talented teacher to Vineland in order to replace a vacancy a couple of years ago. When she was attending new teacher orientation, she texted me for a lunch recommendation. I asked her if she liked tacos, and she replied, “Tacos are life.”

I pointed her to La Tejana, which was a hole in the wall on Landis Avenue, but has since moved to a nicer location just across the street.

The tacos are better than ever. I’m definitely gonna miss some people when I leave.

Carnitas Tacos

Sous Vide Salmon

I make this salmon all the time. I initially put it in the sous vide tank at 118 or 119, but after reading Kenji’s article on the matter, I reduced the temp to 115. It doesn’t make much of a difference, but it’s still plenty good. We often purchase the salmon when it’s on sale and I cut it up into portions and freeze the fish is a vacuum saver bag until the day we’re eating it. I just drop the bagged frozen fillets into the tank for an hour and sear on the Blackstone after an hour. I make a quick teriyaki sauce to dress things up.

Interstitial

On Monday, I start a new job. I’ve been working in Vineland for more than half of the last decade; this is my eighth school year in the district. I worked there through the COVID pandemic, trying to figure out how to help teachers deal with virtual instruction.

This week is full of things to do, but it feels different. And not in a bad way. But not in a good way, either.

Every big job switch for me was preceded by my exiting weeks feeling hopeful, excited, and yes, some trepidation. The weeks passed by quickly, as they always do, feeling immediate and momentous in the moments surrounding my resignation, and then a patient wait for the 60-day countdown before my last day.

And there’s always that “what the fuck have I done?” when I get to the new job, and find myself in unfamiliar territory, the world seeming indifferent to my problems.

There’s always the worry that I’ll hit the ceiling of the Peter Principal, too. That is, that you got yourself promoted to the “level of respective incompetence.” There’s the advice a high school principal once gave me, too: “The higher you climb, the more of your ass they can see.” I love that one.

There are always some high-calorie events that accompany departures, too: at my last gig, I was treated to a Mexican lunch and a hibachi dinner. With a nice bottle of scotch, to boot. This week we had administrative professionals day lunch, and I got into some tacos and flan. Tomorrow I’m having tacos(!) for lunch at one of the best spots in Vineland. And there’s a retirement dinner Thursday night. All things to look forward to, and I’m glad I sucked a little more weight off this week to make room.

Things will happen soon. Next week, I’ll be in it. For now, I inhabit the strange interstitial world of a resignee.