My New Year’s Lessolution

Is there an App for this?

Is there an App for this?

Since it’s already January 20th, maybe “Do not procrastinate” would be a more suitable New Year’s Resolution, but it’s too late and I’ve decided that I can  put off that resolution until next year!…

Instead, my resolution for this year is to consume less.  In fact, I want to see how little I can consume and still maintain a life that seems complete and fulfilled.  And it’s not about sticking to a budget, correcting some obsession, or achieving some savings goal, it’s really about making my life simple and not too complicated.

As these workers in Bangkok know, things get complicated…enough that you often need to have a few extra sets of hands to get the job done.  And with four daughters and now a dog in the family,  until some genius invents an App to manage my life, my wish is to minimize the burdens that come with owning stuff.

Anyone who has put their belongings in storage to take an extended trip knows what I’m talking about.  As soon as you return and get your belongings out of storage, you realize how much crap you actually own.  And by most Western standards, my family is the exception and not the norm when it comes to owning stuff… we’re a family of 6 whose entire life of physical possessions fit into a   10-15′ storage unit!  After living out of a few bags for 9 months you realize that’s nearly everything you really need.  Sure it’s nice to have a little more sometimes, but the benefits and joys of more stuff are fleeting.

Before, life was good, it was simple, it was stress-free.  Now I look at my closet and have to match my shirts with my pants and think about which socks to wear.  Life was easier when my choices were limited and when what I chose to really didn’t matter to anyone as long as it was practical and got the job done.

And this was one of the lessons that I really wanted to teach my daughters on our trip…to show them that so many of the physical things that are “fashionable” or “cool” are neither important nor necessary to enjoy life.  I think they truly understand that now, and thankfully I believe that they embrace the idea that less is more, even as some of their peers remain in awe of the latest electronic accessory or fashion trend.  Truth be told that if I can walk into the H & M store on Michigan Avenue with my four daughters and walk out with a bill under $10, and without having to negotiate or say “no” , I  must be doing something right.  They seem to realize that they already have more than they need in the clothes department and another impulse buy doesn’t move the dial for them like it does for other people.

So my own goal is to see if I can get through a whole year without buying a single piece of clothing this year.  It’s not that I’m a clothes horse or have a shopping problem, but I had to pick something, and it seems to make sense.  I made it around the World with 2 shorts, 2 pants, and a half dozen shirts.  And though my wardrobe is by no means extensive, I just don’t need another shirt or another pair of jeans, or  (God willing) another suit!

That’s my New Year’s Lessolution!

A Lesson about Crossing the Street in Vietnam

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Seriously?

When we embarked on our trip, we had heard about how crazy it would be to cross the street in Vietnam’s bigger cities.  And having survived through our share of street crossings, I can say that the first few times you experience this are a bit like expecting your first baby.  You can learn all you want from the advice of friends who have crossed before you (and survived to tell about it) and from studying the travel guides, but you’re never really completely prepared for it when you actually take that first step off the curb.  It’s even scarier when you have four children with you who are depending on your urban survival skills.

There is something completely wrong about convincing your kids to break every rule you’ve painstakingly taught them about crossing the street, and then making them walk right out into on-coming traffic!  OK, you do look both ways, actually numerous times, but it’s not as if you’ll ever expect the streets to be free of the sea of bicycles, cars, but mostly motorbikes that ebb and flow through the streets like waves on a wind-whipped shore.  It seems there is always another group of motorbikes hurrying to fill the spot that you thought would provide the clear and calm lane through which you could safely navigate to the refuge of the opposite side.  Seldom has crossing forty feet of asphalt seemed quite so daunting a task.

All Together now...

All Together now…

And yet you realize that you must do this, so you watch the locals and learn.  If your kids never understood why you’ve taught them to look left, right, then left again, they certainly do now!  But given the circumstances, they begin to quickly lose confidence in the rules that have gotten them this far at home.  There are few marked crosswalks, even fewer lighted intersections, no stop signs, no crossing guards. It’s pretty much shear mayhem.  But people in Hanoi and Ho Chi Minh City live with this every day, so there must be a way, a secret trick, that allows them to do this…right Mama?…right Papa?

Almost there...

Almost there…

And you answer: “Of course, follow me.” as you tighten your grip on their hand, your palms sweating from the anxiety of trying to figure out exactly how you’re going to do this.  My first instinct was to try to grab onto a local in hopes that their presence might somehow provide us with an invisible “I’m a local” shield from the onslaught of approaching motorbikes.  But you’ll find that your instincts will take over as you try to dodge and compensate to avoid a stream of bikers who all seem like they’re destined to run over you or one of your kids.  The eighty-year old Vietnamese grandmother you were trying to shadow has reached the opposite curb while you’re still in the middle of the street trying figure out your next step and checking if you still have all the kids you started with.

But ultimately we ended our time in Vietnam without a scratch and being able to cross the street like seasoned pros, or at least good enough to not stare like deer in headlights.  There are some basic rules to follow, but you’ll find that they’re easier said than done…

  • Look both ways, but don’t wait too long for a complete clearing in the traffic.  You could be there a long, long time.
  • Don’t run.  It’s better to walk slowly and with a constant speed.  The motorbikes are used to avoiding people on foot.  Moving too quickly or changing speed only makes it harder for them to adjust and to steer around you.
  • Similarly, do NOT stop.  Like above, they’re used to predicting your path and stopping adds the uncertainty of whether you are now turning around or moving ahead.
  • Don’t walk in a line towing your kids behind you.  This just creates a fence of people and will force drastic turns to avoid the human wall you’ve now created.  Have kids or your companions walk beside you so that you’re essentially blocking them from traffic, allowing the motorbike to avoid one person rather than several.
  • It probably doesn’t hurt to pray a little or chant something to your self to calm your nerves….don’t worry, you’ll make it across.
We made it...breath...

We made it…breath…

It’s probably not a good idea to try this at home, but there’s a lesson about crossing the street in Vietnam that one can take with you throughout life, wherever that might be.  As much as we gravitate towards a life that is structured, orderly, and predictable, the fact is that circumstances are rarely perfect or free of risk at any moment in time.  At some point you simply have to trust that people around you will do what you expect, and that somehow you’ll get to where you want to go.  If you try to wait until that perfect time when the stars are aligned and will be able to guide you unhindered, you might find yourself waiting a very long, long time before taking that first step and embarking on another one of life’s many journeys.