I’m only one chapter into it, but Ms. Brown has me hooked already.
In a matter of 46 pages, she has me feeling like we might just be able to understand how our society has unraveled and how neighbors have started to feel and LIVE so far apart.
And I feel like maybe, maybe she has the answer.
“. . . Are we surrounded by narcissists? Have we turned into a culture of self-absorbed, grandiose people who are only interested in power, success, beauty, and being special? Are we so entitled that we actually believe that we’re superior even when we’re not really contributing or achieving anything of value? Is it true that we lack the necessary empathy to be compassionate, connected people?” Brene Brown, Daring Greatly
Isn’t this the question that seems to come up over and over again?
Is it? For you too, or is it just me?
And then, what if we look at it like this instead – what if we look deeper and see that we all feel disconnected from one another and we hope to reconnect by drawing attention to ourselves – so the truth is that we are insecure and searching to fit in, yet it comes off as self-aggrandizing and arrogant, and we defeat ourselves in our own journey to belong.
“. . . when I look at narcissism through the vulnerability lens, I see the shame-based fear of being ordinary. I see the fear of never feeling extraordinary enough to be noticed, to be lovable, to belong, or to cultivate a sense of purpose.”
“. . .the past decade. . . has been traumatic for so many people that it’s made changes in our culture. . . . We’ve survived and are surviving events that have torn at our sense of safety with such force that we’ve experienced them as trauma even if we weren’t directly involved. . . .
Worrying about scarcity is our culture’s version of post-traumatic stress. It happens when we’ve been through too much, and rather than coming together to heal (which requires vulnerability), we’re angry and scared and at each other’s throats. . . .
After doing this work [research] for the past twelve years. . . I’d say the one thing we have in common is that we’re sick of feeling afraid. We all want to be brave. We want to dare greatly. We’re tired of the national conversation centering on “What should we fear?” and “Who should we blame?” . . . . courage starts with showing up and letting ourselves be seen.” Brene Brown, Daring Greatly
Is this then, what our entire culture is experiencing? Is it not only what our kids are growing up with in magnified form, but is it thrusting us – the adults – back into the “middle-school” of life hoping to be noticed, but really, too afraid to allow our true selves to be seen?
I have no answers, but after more than a decade of research, I think Brene Brown might.
And no, it has nothing to do with brussels sprouts.
I could try to connect it somehow, but let’s not.
The fact is, this book is on my mind, and so were brussels sprouts, and they’re just showing up here on the same day.
I am however, suggesting you try both – the brussels, and the book.
Often, when one suggests brussels sprouts, people run screaming in the other direction.
Or tell you stories about how their mothers served them boiled and they are the most disgusting vegetable on earth.
These are the stories I’ve heard over and over again, and so, as a result, up until now I have shunned them from my menus.
But then I started seeing recipes that made them look downright delicious, and they’ve been on my “to try” list for nearly a year now.
I’m not going to lie and tell you the kids devoured these. . . because they absolutely did not.
Brussels sprouts will remain on their disgusto-vegetable list still – until someday I deep-fry them in beer batter and panko and serve them up with buffalo sauce. . . (hmmm. . . . ).
BUT, the grown-ups did thoroughly enjoy this dish. It was entirely satisfying with it’s different textures and flavors.
My husband thought the addition of avocado was strange, and so, ignored it while happily plucking away at everything else.
If you are an avocado lover, don’t skip it. It’s pretty much heavenly – the cool avocado and lime with the warm brussels sprouts and onions.
The really impressive quality of the dish though, was how incredibly filling it was. . . like, I was stuffed full for HOURS – from a 6 pm dinner, all the way to a 10 pm bedtime, I really couldn’t even entertain the idea of eating another morsel.
Those brussels, man. They fill you.
And I think this dish just might fit into that super strict diet you’ve been entertaining for the last couple of weeks. . .
Because you have way more willpower than I do. . . .