Throwback Edition: How to Discover Your Values
Plus, is it possible to fall in love without losing yourself, a fascinating experiment on aging, and a cool quiz
Dearest Readers,
I’m coming to you live from New York City, baby! I arrived back here Friday night and was gently ushered back into the chaos by two of my dearest friends who picked me up from the airport, forced me to grocery shop straight away, and spent the weekend with me, reminding me of everything I’ve missed about this place. We ate dumplings and bagels with lox and people-watched in the park; we talked for hours and watched a movie and luxuriated in the spring sunshine. In the days since, I’ve settled back into my own life here—writing, strolling around my neighborhood during the brief quiet of morning, reading on my fire escape. Yesterday, I sat in my favorite cafe for a few hours and then watched a new director’s film at MoMA. I felt like I was new to the city, rediscovering it for the first time.
I decided to be ultra-gentle with myself this week as I settle back into life here, so I present you with an edition I wrote two years ago on defining your values. When I originally wrote this, I didn’t know the difference between intrinsic values (values you would have even if nothing additional came from them; your truest values) and instrumental values (values you have because they bring you more of other things; money is a prime example). If you find this subject matter interesting, I would suggest first reading the essay below, then taking this test to determine your intrinsic values. I’m going to be writing a follow-up essay about living with your intrinsic values front and center in the future, but this is a good intro to the subject.
Finally, you’ll notice today’s suggested content to read isn’t paywalled. When I send these Throwback editions, all of the content will be available to both paying and non-paying subscribers, For new editions, the suggested content portion will remain paywalled and available only to paying subscribers.
That’s all for now! Until next time,
A Note From the Editor
A typical day in the life of a white-collar Millennial in NYC, pre-pandemic, went like this: wake up around 6 am if you wanted to get a pre-work workout in, closer at 7:30 am if not. Get dressed, carefully piecing together an outfit with a reliable mix of high and low pieces, which is code for 85% Zara paired with an expensive necklace. Spend the day in your open floor plan office oscillating between work-work, reading articles on the internet, and mindless small talk with your coworkers, most of whom would be peripheral acquaintances if this wasn't your first job out of college. Maybe you’d have packed lunch, but more likely you’d be doing this. You would not see the light of day once from 9 am-6 pm. After work, you might have a catch-up dinner with friends, distantly noting that $28 is an absurd price to pay for a bowl of pasta (but whatever, you’d order it anyway). You might have a Hinge date, slipping out of your blazer into a quasi-sexy top, trying not to judge the stranger before you for picking a dark, ugly dive bar for the occasion. Finally, you’d make it home, rush through your nighttime skincare regime—face wash/toner/serum/Retinol/moisturizer/eye cream— and collapse into bed, hoping you’d be able to wake up for your 6:30 am alarm the following morning to avoid getting charged the $20 no show fee for your scheduled barre class.
There was joy mixed in, too. The occasional Euro trip, an unplanned park day that bled into night, a visit home to family, an hour or so of a hobby that made you feel alive. But mostly, it was a passive existence. The structure of life didn’t allow for much else. Most of us experiencing that version of life had vague, foggy plans for things we wanted to do *at some point*—go back to school or write a novel, move to France for a summer, buy a home—but we had no real plans on how to get there. These fantasies were mere escapism; the thing that allowed us to justify our menial meaninglessness, that gave our lives the context and color that was so clearly lacking. We didn’t experience depths of empathy because we only saw what was in front of us. Coworkers who dressed as we did, Instagram feeds of vacations to the same four places, overpriced salads. Stepping back now to inspect that life, to realize what little agency I felt I had while living it, feels like a minor devastation. There are far worse fates, I know, but I can’t help but feel for that girl. She was frighteningly numb.
There are versions of this life for every demographic in every part of the country. The grind of suburban family life immediately comes to mind, as does the aspiring artist working so many hours as a bartender/barista/nanny that they are unable to focus on their craft, or the lawyer/doctor/techie who works such long hours they are alienated from their families. Though these groups of people have varying experiences, the throughline is the grind. Not enough hours in the day to consider how you got here, coupled with the impossibility of breaking out of the cycle because how could you?
The feelings of depletion, discontentedness, and isolation that follow are merely consequences of the apparatus of modern-day society. Read that again and let it sink in. You did not choose to be born during this time period; you probably chose far less about your current life than you realize. You also didn’t have a say in designing the empty virtues of our capitalist society: productivity, a curated social media presence, more and more and more money. You were tossed into a game, thrown a jersey, and haphazardly explained the rules with no time to process whether you wanted to be playing. And the whistle was blown.
At some point during the past few decades, shared values have shifted. Infrastructures that were meant to cradle us became less and less important. Funding was cut, norms were recalibrated. People used to live near their families and their children were raised by the village it takes. Now, we move away to chase big jobs in big cities and see our families but once or twice a year. People used to rely on faith; on the communities that existed within their places of worship and on the idea of surrendering to a higher power to give their lives meaning. Now, we are skeptical of organized religion because of the exclusionary rigidity of most religious institutions and we have lost touch with spirituality as a result. People used to lean on their elders for guidance and wisdom. Now, we laugh at how out of touch older folks are, then we stick them in nursing homes.
I was considering this, the slow hollowing of the very structures that used to give life meaning, when I came across a podcast episode about the importance of defining your values. According to storyteller extraordinaire Jay Shetty, it is all too easy to find yourself living a life you don’t want (as David Byrne put it, “You may ask yourself, well...how did I get here?). The first step towards eclipsing the default mode of a passive existence is getting an understanding of what you do want—starting with discovering what you value. There is often a dissonance between what we think we value and what we actually value, and Shetty says there is a super simple way to discover your current values. Simply conduct a self-audit with the following two questions:
How you spend your money? (outside of fixed bills)
How you spend your time? (outside of work)
While the results of your first audit may be jarring, the point of the exercise is to get a feel for when you're at right now. Once you understand that, you can begin to consciously make adjustments to the ways in which you spend your two most precious commodities, your time and money. I did a self-audit a few weeks back, reviewing the first three months of the year, and found the exercise to be illuminating. It felt like waking up.
Cheers, my dears, and as always thanks for reading. If you conduct a self-audit, I’d love to hear what you discover.
Three Pieces of Content Worth Consuming
Can We Fall In Love Without Completely Losing Ourselves? Crushes and liking and loving and all of the tender space in between. This essay is beautifully constructed, distant and close at the same time. Exploring the suspended moment in time where a prospective lover or partner is merely a crush; unreachable. mysterious. A thing you can project yourself onto and a thing that can sweep you away like a tsunami's wave. The author grapples with opening herself up to something real, with the idea of her crush fully seeing her. This one gave me lots of feelings.
“When I say I have a crush on you, what I’m saying is that I’m in love with the distance between us.”
Turns Out It’s Pretty Good: Reading First Thing in the Morning. I think I've given up the idea of mastering a morning routine in this odd, percolating season of life. Some mornings I wake up itching to get out of my apartment. On those mornings I stroll through Washington Square Park and watch the dogs prancing around the dog run. Other mornings I wake up itching to write before work and that is what I do. A few weeks ago, I tried reading a novel for 30 minutes before doing anything else. It felt indulgent, like eating sugar cubes for breakfast as a child.
What If Age is Nothing But a Mindset? Have you heard of the reverse aging experiment? A group of men in their 70s, none of whom are in great physical condition, spent a week in a house designed to emulate the 50s, the period when the men would've been in their 20s. For a week they were encouraged to act like they were younger, discussing "current events" of the '50s, watching movies, staying up late, and they were treated like younger men, too. They had to do things for themselves, carry their own bags inside, etc. The results were profound: after just one week, most of the men's health, dexterity, and moods showed vast improvements. This fascinating piece explores psychologist Ellen Langer's work on the mind/wellness connection, which has been tested and proved through world experiments that show that perhaps our minds and our bodies aren't on such different tracks.
Perhaps You Should…
Check Your Biases with a Fun Quiz
We all have implicit biases, and this interactive 20 quesiton quiz from the New York Times is a genius way to reveal that fact. drops you into a neighborhood in the US. By photo only, you are to guess whether the neighborhood voted Trump of Biden. I bombed this quiz.
**Bonus Content** (SCREAMING!)
This article made me laugh so hard, though I’m sure that wasn’t the intention. Much to the dismay of my loved ones, I am a total happy screamer. Now I’m wondering whether my neighbors think I’m constantly in danger.
A Quote From A Book You Should Read:
“Whoever you become, whatever you make yourself into, that is who you always were.”
-Educated by Tara Westover
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