Between my sophomore and junior year at college,a chance came
up for me to spend the summer vacation working on a ranch in
Argentina. My roommate’s father was in the cattle business,
and he wanted Ted to see something of it. Ted said he would go
if he could take a friend, and he chose me. The idea of
spending two months on the fabled Argentina pampas was
exciting. Then I began have second thoughts. I had never been
very far from England, and I had been homesick my first few
weeks at college. What would it be like in a strange country?
What about the language? And besides, I had promised to teach
my younger brother to sail that summer. The more I thought
about it, the more the prospect daunted me. I began waking up
nights in sweat.
In the end, I turn down the proposition. As soon as Ted asked
somebody else to go, I began kicking myself. A couple of weeks
later I went home to my old summer job, unpacking cartons at
the local supermarket, feeling very low. I had turn down
something I wanted to do because I was scared, and had ended
up feeling depressed. I stayed that way for a long time. And
it didn’t help when I went back college in the fall to
discover that Ted and his friend had had a terrific time.
In the long run that unhappy summer taught me a valuable
lesson out of which I developed a rule for myself: do what
makes you anxious; don’t do what makes you depressed.
I am not, of cause, talking about severe states of anxious,
which require medical attention. What I mean is that kind of
anxiety we call state fright, butterflies in the stomach, a
case of nerves- the feelings we have at a job interview, when
we are giving a big party, when we have to make an important
presentation at the office. And the kind of depression I am
referring to is that downhearted feeling of blues, when we
don’t seem to be interested in anything, when we can’t going
and seem to have no energy.
I was confronted by this sort of situation toward the end of
my senior year. As graduation approached, I began to think
about taking a crack at making my living as a writer. But one
of my professors was urging me to apply to graduate school and
aim at a teaching career. I wavered. The idea of trying to
live by writing was a lot more scary than spending a summer on
the pampas, I thought. Back and forth I went, making my
decision, unmaking it. Suddenly, I realized that every time I
give up the idea of writing, that sinking feeling went through
me; it gave me the blues.
The thought of graduate school wasn’t what depressed me. It
was giving up on what deep in my gut I really wanted to do.
Right then I learned another lesson. To avoid that kind of
depression meant, inevitably, having to endure a certain
amount of worry and concern.
The great Danish philosopher Soren Kierkegaard believe that
anxiety always arisen when we confront the possibility of our
own development. It seems to be a rule of life that you can’t
advance without getting that old, familiar, jittery feeling.
Even as children we discover this when we try to expand
ourselves by, say, learning to ride a bike or going out for
the school play. Later in life we get butterflies when think
about having that first child, or uprooting the family from
the old hometown to find a better opportunity halfway across
the country. Any time, it seems, that we set out aggressively
to get something we want, we meet up with anxiety. And it’s
going to be our traveling companion, at least part of the way,
into any new venture.
When I first began writing magazine articles, I was
frequently required to interview big names-people like Richard
Burton, Joan Rivers, sex authority Williams Master, baseball-great Dizzy Dean. Before each interview I would get
butterflies and my hands would shake.
At the time, I was doing some writing about music. And one
person I particularly admired was the great composer Duke
Ellington. On state and on television, he seemed the very
model of confident, sophisticated man of the world. Then I
learned that Ellington still get state fright. If the highly
honored Duke Ellington, who had appeared on the bandstand some
10,000 times over 30 years, had anxiety attacks, who was I to
think I could avoid them? I went on doing those frightening
interviews, and one day, as I was getting onto a plane for
Washington to interview columnist Joseph Alsop, I suddenly
realized to my astonishment that I was looking forward to the
meeting. What had happened to these butterflies?
Well, in truth, they were still there, but there were fewer
of them. I had benefited, I discovered, from a process
psychologists call “extinction”. If you put an individual in
an anxiety-provoking situation often enough, he will
eventually to learn that there isn’t anything to be worried
about.
Which brings us to a corollary to my basic rule: you’ll
never eliminate anxiety by avoiding the things that caused it.
I remember how my son Jeff was when I first began to teach him
to swim at the lake cottage where we spend our summer
vacations. He resisted, and when I got him into the water he
sank and sputtered and wanted to quit. But I was insistent.
And by summer’s end he was splashing around like a puppy. He
had “extinguished” his anxiety the only way he could-by
confronting it. The problem, of cause, is that it is one thing
to urge somebody else to take on those anxiety-producing
challenges; it is quite another to get ourselves to do it.
Some years ago I was offered a writing assignment that
would require three months of travel through Europe. I had
been abroad a couple of times on the usual “If it’s Tuesday
this must be Belgium” trips, but I hardly could claim to know
my way around the continent. Moreover, my knowledge of foreign
language was limited to a little college French. I hesitated.
How would I, unable to speak the language, totally unfamiliar
with local geography or transportation system, set up
interviews and do research? It seemed impossible and with
considerable regret I sat down to write a letter begging off.
Halfway through, a thought-which I subsequently made into my
corollary to my basic rule-ran through my mind: you can’t
learn if you don’t try. So I accepted the assignment.
There were some bad moments. But by the time I had finished
the trip I was an experienced traveler. And ever since, I have
never hesitated to head for even the most exotic of place,
without guides or even advanced bookings, confident that
somehow I will manage.
The point is that the new, the different, is almost by
definition scary. But each time you try something, you learn,
and as the learning piles up, the world opens to you.
I’ve made parachute jumps, learned to ski at 40, flown up
the Rhine in a balloon. And I know I’m going to go on doing
such things. It’s not because I am braver or more daring than
others. I’m not. But I don’t let the butterflies stop me from
doing what I want. Accept anxiety as another name for
challenge and you can accomplish wonders.
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