She lived in a cute modest-sized house in Merrick, Long Island and raised my mom and my two uncles. She married her life partner – my Papa – at 21, who she knew from the ice cream parlor. When she was an early mother, she worked at a card store with all of her friends, who lived on the same block as she did. They would carpool to work together, borrow sugar from each other’s houses, go to church together every Saturday night and spend lots of unscheduled time hanging out with each other.
My Nana and Papa loved doing many things together, especially traveling. Because my Uncle worked for an airline, they got heavily discounted stand-by flights. My Papa would always be pacing back and forth, praying that a stand-by seat opened up, while my Nana would just be sitting reading her Danielle Steel novel. She would tell my Papa that if there was only 1 standby seat left that he should take it and she’d meet him there.
My Nana had Type 2 Diabetes, but that didn’t stop her from treating herself every day to some pretzels and the occasional marshmallow.
My Nana would always smuggle Twizzlers into the house when we had braces because she knew we loved the candy and my Mom banned them, given the Orthodontist’s instructions.
She didn’t take life too seriously and was always laughing with her husband, girlfriends and children.
Most importantly, Nana was always so patient with me and herself. In her later years, her hearing went away. I always remember getting so frustrated with her because she couldn’t hear anything and would always ask me to repeat things. Eventually, she stopped asking me to repeat things and would just smile and clasp her hands together, saying “great,” when she couldn’t hear what I said.
Just writing this, I’m beaming with smiles – my Nana was such a wonderful, loving person who truly enjoyed life to the fullest.
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I contrasted my Nana’s life with mine. I have a few close friends and many acquaintances, but no life partner (but maybe I should start hanging out at the ice cream parlor). I live alone and couldn’t even tell you the name of someone who lives in my apartment building. During the week, I wake up in the morning and on a good day, work out – but alone. I head to work, where I spent most of my day alone or having more surface-level conversations with my co-workers. I value my daily check-ins with my manager and the occasional evening phone with my friends, where I can have deeper-level conversations. After work, I’ll either head straight home or go on a date.
On the weekends, I cram lots of social activities in to stay in contact with friends. Every social interaction is scheduled weeks in advance, given everyone’s busy schedules, and comes along with a google calendar invite. I meet so many people and want to stay in touch that it sometimes feels like I’m PMO-ing my friendships just to keep up with what everyone is doing instead of having deep conversations. I do not belong to a religious group, or even meet with the same group of people, outside of my co-workers on a regular basis.
I take life way too seriously. I spend a significant amount of energy and time focused on career, fitness or personal development achievements, never just “hanging out” with friends or family. Accordingly, my self-identity and self-worth is highly tied to these individual-focused things, rather than community-oriented things.
Don’t get me wrong… I feel fortunate to have the opportunity to pursue my career and broader personal development ambitions – something that was not readily available to my Nana and previous generations of women – however, it seems to come at a price of being socially connected.
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Despite that we can easily connect with one another – we can text our friends at any minute, jump on a call with our friend doing an internship in Kenya or fly home at any point – we are increasingly more socially isolated. A recent Cigna study of >20,000 US adults revealed that 47% of Americans report sometimes or always feeling alone or left out, 27% Americans rarely or never feel as though there are people who really understand them and 43% of American sometimes or always feel that their relationships are not meaningful. It is important to note that we will all ebb and flow out of loneliness, but these stats are alarming, compared to the rates of loneliness reported 20 years ago.
Studies have shown that low levels of social connectedness is a greater detriment to health than obesity, smoking and high blood pressure. I’m not a doctor and I’m falling subject to availability heuristic, but I think the main driver of my Nana’s death was loneliness – not having her life partner or friends around to share life with prevented her from weathering the physical disease — not the physical disease itself.
People who are more connected to others have lower levels of anxiety and depression and higher self-esteem, greater empathy for others and are more trusting and cooperative.
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Studies have also shown that human variation in the desire for connection is broad. Some people’s need for inclusion or sensitivity to exclusion is low enough that they can tolerate moving away from friends or family without much distress. Others have been shaped by genes and environment and need daily immersion in close social contact in order to feel okay.
Regardless, I think that we could all use deeper social connections in our day-to-day life. Moving from more surface level social connection to deep connection requires three aspects: