Rowan Spazzoli

Strategist. Lecturer. Consultant

Need to please

One of the downsides to being an achiever is the constant need to please people around you. In a professional environment, you go through great lengths to make sure everyone in your team is happy. At home you try to appease your parents at every turn. And you’ll force yourself to go to social occasions, even if you are tired, just to make sure you don’t let someone down.

This does make you reliable and dependable. People know they can always count on you.

The problem is that this is at a massive cost to your own well being.

At every one of these events you are placing the needs of others above your own.

Constantly trying to please others.

At the detriment to yourself.

The obvious solution is to prioritize yourself. Turn people away when you need to. Protect your own interests first. But this is difficult for someone who is used to basing their personality on positive feedback from others.

It’s tough, but we need to protect ourselves by saying no.


Image was from one of my happiest varsity memories, a trip with Lauren, Jess and Caito to Babylonstoren

Blog: 185/365

Song of the day: Want you back – HAIM

Old School Blogging

Today we spent some time sorting through boxes that are going into storage. In one box I found one of my greatest treasures: my first diary. It’s a little Zimbabwean pocket calendar with an image of a Flame Lily on the front. Each double page has 8 blocks, one for each day of the week plus one extra for notes. And each month is separated by a beautiful picture from Zim.

It’s hard to believe that I was only 10 years old when I started trying to do daily writings, more than 15 years ago. I remember finding it incredibly challenging, despite being so brief. And the journal does run out of entries by about mid April. But it’s a stunning effort all the same.

The page I’ve taken a photo of above was a very memorable week. There were protests in Zim on the Tuesday and Wednesday, and people stayed at home (technically it was called a “Stay Away”). I also made it in to the tug of war team, which was my only major athletics achievement at the time (and is probably still the peak of my athletic career).

I’m incredibly proud of myself for keeping this journal. It provides a beautiful glimpse into the past, allowing for reminiscing and reflecting.

And in 15 years time, when I’m 40, I’ll look back at these #25of365 blog posts with the same admiration.

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A sneaky picture of a Flame Lily


Image is of my first ever diary, taken in our old garden this afternoon.

Song of the day: DJ Kent ft Dominic Neill – Love you still

Blog: 172/365

Delicate

Over the past four years I’ve been fortunate to experience a variety of fine dining experiences. A close friend of mine brings me along on his escapades, and I get to participate in some incredible adventures. And the thing that stands out for me is how delicate they are.

It’s easy to over emphasise stuff. A massive steak, a big glass of wine, an extravagant ice cream. But the thing that has stood out on these adventures is restraint. The ability for the chefs to make phenomenal experiences with few ingredients.

This speaks to more than just food. Being outrageous and loud is one way to attract attention. But there’s something much more special in making a craft out of the delicate and the subtle. The noise may bring the people, but the gentle craft is what keeps them there.


Image was taken today at Wolfgat, the restaurant we were at. If you’d like to follow my friend you can find his instagram account here

Song of the day: Taylor Swift - Delicate
Blog 162/365. Read more about my #365of25 journey here

Childs Play

An important part of personal development is the concept of play. It provides a practice ground to learn social concepts and experiment with different ways of doing things.

As kids we learn through playing in safe environments, with a classic case of this being the playground. Although there is room to hurt yourself, there are no real consequences. If you lose or win, you’re still able to return to the classroom when you’re done.

Playing as grown ups

As we grow up, there are less and less safe environments to play in. University is a temporary safe environment, in that there is some room to fail some tests. But definitely not as much as when you were a child.

And as we leave the tertiary education environment, our actions have an even more significant impact on us and the world around us.

With this in mind, we have less room to play and experiment as adults.

To get around this, we have a choice spectrum, somewhere between “stop playing” and “find ways of building a safe environment for yourself“.

Either extreme is not ideal. We don’t want to stop playing entirely but we also can’t have a perfectly safe environment (unless we move home and go back to preschool… which would be weird).

So the solution is finding the right mix for what you’re trying to do. Find room to play, to experiment. Create the safe environment, whatever that looks like for you. And as you continue to play, you’ll continue to learn and grow.


Image is of a Murano glass penguin that I got in Venice in 2008.ย 

Song of the day: Beyoncรฉ - Halo
Blog 157/365. Read more about my #365of25 journey here

Not that big a deal

When I was in grade 7 I looked at high school kids and wondered how the hell they did it. Their world was so vast, so scary, yet they still managed it.

The same applied at the end of high school. I saw the students at university and wondered how they coped. Their lives seemed unbelievably complex, and they didn’t have parents around to help them navigate that.

In both cases, the move across from junior school to high school and high school to university were terrifying. It was a whole new playing field. It was a big deal.

But in reality it was only a big deal for the first few weeks. After that, I got into the rhythm of things and it was manageable. Suddenly, the most complicated looking environment was my natural habitat.

Not that big a deal

This pattern repeats itself throughout our lives. Every next step seems unsurmountable until we get there. And once we’re there we adjust to it and it becomes the new normal.

At the moment, things like marriage, owning my own place and having a job with significant responsibility seem incomprehensible. But I know that one day I will potentially have all of these. And I’ll realise that they’re not that big a deal.


Image was taken on Friday at the Waterfront ๐Ÿ™‚

Song of the day: Walmart Yodelling Kid
Blog 155/365. Read more about my #365of25 journey here

Nostalgia

I experienced multiple waves of nostalgia over the course of today. The morning was spent packing up my childhood room, which involved the rediscovery of many old artefacts, and much time reliving old memories. It took way longer than it should have but I was enjoying the experience so much.

This afternoon I walked around my old school and saw the changes that have taken place since I’ve been gone. I bumped into teachers that taught me geography, life orientation, history, guitar, and biology. I told them about all the work I’m doing and they told me about how different the students are from when I was around. (On a really cool note, I found out my geography teacher occasionally reads this blog!)

Finally, this evening I played garden football with my little brother, finished off with a swim. We used to do this frequently when I was in matric, and it felt like things hadn’t changed a bit (except that he’s bigger than me now, and he’s 13!).

Because of this I’ve been thinking about the value of nostalgia. And there are two realisations I’ve had.

Nostalgia as safety

One element to nostalgia is that of it being a protective mental space. If things aren’t going well in life, we use it as a safe space we can retreat to in our heads. A way of escaping from our present existence.

The problem with this is that we are often selective when it comes to what we are nostalgic about. We polish up the memories, ignore the bad bits and use this “clean” memory as a retreat. In reality, that memory might not have been as good as we remember.

And this makes it more painful. Because you remember it only as having being a better time. For example, high school was a lot less complex than my life is now, and it’s easy to retreat into thinking about those days. But I also experience some really bad downs, particularly in grade 9, and so the memory isn’t all rosy.

So, nostalgia can be used as a safety mechanism and a peaceful reflection, but this needs to be done with the awareness that the past wasn’t all perfect.

Nostalgia as a yardstick

Another use of nostalgia is as a benchmark, which to me is a much more productive exercise. You can reflect on where you were in the past, and how much you have grown since then. This allows you to visualise and unpack your path, and often makes you realise you’ve developed far more than you previously thought.

An example of this was looking through my old matric dance photos. I remembered that at the dances I went to, I was incredibly nervous. Large events like that terrified me, and so did the afterparties. Nowadays, though, I thrive in those sort of environments.

A little more nostalgia

Tomorrow I’ll be doing some more packing and visiting my matric maths teacher. I’ll be served a little more nostalgia, but I’ll aim to put it to use as a yardstick more than using it as safety.

In either case, the reflecting has been a great journey. And it’s so cool to see how far I’ve come.

PS: today is blog number 150!

 


Image was taken at my old school this afternoon ๐Ÿ™‚

Song of the day: Ten feet tall- Afrojack
Blog 150/365. Read more about my #365of25 journey here

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Sunflowers and Cactuses

Sunflowers: people that actively try reach for something better. They look after everyone and make life more enjoyable.

Cactuses:ย people that are prickly and abrasive. They only take for themselves.

We all know people in both groups. We’ve all been one or the other at some point. But some people are overwhelmingly sunflowers, and some are unashamedly cactuses.

When the sunflowers are together, they flourish. They’re constantly giving and looking out for each other. But a single cactus can ruin all the sunflowers.

And so the sunflowers must protect themselves from the cactuses. They need to learn to shine in the presence of other sunflowers, and to fight for their space when the cactuses are around.

And as much as the sunflowers need to look after everyone else, they need to look after themselves when the cactuses are around.

A Floral Metaphor

This little metaphor is based on a bunch of conversations I had today with Massimo, Jared and Torie. And it was inspired by the garden (as seen in the picture) at Babylonstoren in Franshoek.

Although the analogy is quite fluffy, the message is simply about givers and takers. People who give, our sunflowers, thrive when they’re with other givers. But a person who is a taker will exhaust them, eventually leaving them with nothing left to give

As much as it’s difficult for the giver, there are times when they need to protect themselves from this. And make sure they’re okay before trying to fix the world around them

So be a sunflower. Just make sure to protect yourself from the cactuses.


Image was taken at Babylonstoren today. Had a wonderful outing with family from overseas and my uncle Maxi ๐Ÿ™‚

Song of the day: Elvis Presley - Jailhouse Rock
Blog 144/365. Read more about my #365of25 journey here

 

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I lost my sunglasses. And it was awesome.

The day I got my sunglasses I knew I’d lose or break them. I didn’t know when. I didn’t know how. But I knew I had a limited time with them.

I looked after them as best I could. I always put them in their case. And I usually only wore them while driving.

But today they fell out of my pocket in a frantic moment, and when I went back they were gone. I asked the security guards if they had seen them and left my number with them just in case.

I was sad that I’d lost them. But I remembered that I knew I’d lose them. And it was a miracle that I’d had them for almost a year.

So I acknowledged they were lost. And then went on to have an amazing day.

Moving on swiftly

In a situation like this, there was nothing I could do to bring back the sunglasses. No amount of being bleak would get them to re-appear. And going forward, thinking about them would only taint my day.

So I chose to move along swiftly. And had the most magnificent day touring Cape Town with family. We had two amazing meals, got blown away (literally) at Cape Point, got chased by penguins and had a beautiful drive home.

If you can’t recover the sunk cost, there’s no reason to mope over it.


EPILOGUE…

So I actually managed to lose my regular glasses as well today. While I was walking up to Cape point the wind literally blew my glasses off my face and into a bush. We spent 20min looking for them and were luckily enough to find them. In this case, there was no reason to move along swiftly. There was still a chance to recover the glasses, and we managed to do just that.


Image was taken today above the Bo Kaap, with our happy little tour group ๐Ÿ™‚

Song of the day: Piu bella cosa - Eros Ramazzotti
Blog 143/365. Read more about my #365of25 journey here

 

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