Counteracting your Negativity Bias

In a recent coaching session, my coach and I talked about how there is a lot of scientific evidence that points at the fact that our brains have a “negativity bias.” Meaning that the way our brain is calibrated, it’s slightly tilted towards the negative, picking up on negative emotions/thoughts/feelings/perspectives more easily than it would do on positive ones.

If you think about it, it makes a lot of sense. We are a function of biological evolution. Many thousand years ago, a bush that was rattling could have been the wind 99 out of 100 times. But 1 in 100 times it might have been a tiger jumping out of that bush. For the purpose of our survival, we had to assume and be prepared for that 1 in 100 time chance. We truly had to expect the worst.

Being aware of that “negativity bias” isn’t easy. While it’s weighted differently for different people – for some it’s more pronounced than others – it’s the default for most of us. Feeling rejected when someone says no, thinking that we are not being liked by others, that we are not good enough, or proven phenomena like the imposter syndrome are common examples of how we sometimes assume negative motivations or reasons behind something happening to us.

I, too, get caught up in this way of thinking. Most recently, I was mentoring a colleague on a “sister team” of ours, and for the longest of time I was walking around telling myself: “I am not doing enough for her, I should be more present, more helpful.” I even remember catching myself with thoughts like “she probably thinks I am useless.” – pretty rough thoughts! It wasn’t until a recent 1:1 where she, on her own accord, shared how she recently talked to her manager about me and how much they admire me and enjoy working with me. Wait, what? She was actually thinking and perceiving me opposite to how I thought I was being perceived. All that negative talk, that was just the negativity bias in my head.

Experiencing moments like these is important. They are powerful reminders of how we are wired to think, and it’s important to become self aware of this (sometimes destructive) self talk. Personally I don’t always catch myself doing this negative self talk, but with every time I do, I become more skilled at dismantling it.

An analogy that comes to mind is actually my posture. Yes, my actual physical posture. In my early 20s, I have had a bad habit of slouching (I jokingly blame it on those 7 years or forced piano lessons). It wasn’t until I started noticing it on pictures, videos, and whenever I saw myself in the mirror, that I became increasingly aware of my “slouch bias” and started introducing exercises and tools to help counteract it. For example, I bought a back support for my chair that helps me sit more upright. Or I started doing more back/shoulder exercises in the gym. My dad also gave me a visual tip of imaging there is a string attached to my chest and that someone up there was pulling it, and most recently someone told me that if you sit and turn your palms facing up, you automatically push your shoulders back. All these little exercises helped me counteract what had become a “slouch bias.”

Similarly, it’s important to find your countermeasures for your negativity bias. Are you noticing yourself shying away from doing something? Are you walking around feeling inferior? Not good enough? Incapable? Ask why and see if there is negative self talk at play. If there is, call it out, dismantle it. Remind yourself that this might simply be your bias at play, and that in reality things might actually be a lot better than how you imagine it in your head. It helps to check in with yourself from time to time. How do I feel? What are my thoughts at the moment? And most importantly: am I unnecessarily building a negative narrative in my head that might be detached from the truth? Almost always, it is.

Self-diagnosing Stress

There are moments in my life when something just feels… off. 

It’s like I’m going on with my life as usual, but then I notice this small little warning light in the corner of my eye – flashing, blinking, trying to make me aware of something important that needs my attention. Yet even before I see the small little warning light, I already feel something is unusual. A certain sensation of tension, anxiety, or restlessness that wraps around my daily life. 

In the past, I used to suppress those feelings, and ignore the warning light that was flashing. I would tell myself that feeling discomfort was normal. That the heaviness of waking up was part of life. That the stress I feel was the cost for the lifestyle I was living. If I was anxious to go to work, I would tell myself “of course, it’s work, what else do you expect?” Sometimes the self-talk was even meaner, with traits of self-sabotage: “you feel this because you are not ____ enough” (fill the blank).

Suppressing, however, never works. It only fuels the fire. The problem never really goes away by ignoring it. It might disappear for a brief moment, but it always comes back more forceful, in different shapes, hitting you in the face, wham, in the form of a breakdown, an anxiety attack, a depression, or what have you. 

Over time, I taught myself to pick up on those feelings the moment they appear. It has become a natural exercise for me to “check in with myself.” Almost daily I ask myself “Omid, how do you feel?” This simple question is enough for me to pick up any “off feelings” that I might be carrying with myself. Acknowledging that something is off, however, is only the first step. 

The next step consists of me asking more questions to unearth what exactly is bothering me (i.e., causing the off feeling that I carry with myself). The way I do that is via a process of elimination. I ask myself: “If I took ____ out of my day/life/situation right now, would I feel better?” The blank here could be anything – a phone call, meeting, person, responsibility, task, etc. I go through all major things on my mind and life, scenario by scenario, until I hit the right topic. More often than not, I already know what’s making me feel off and I don’t need to go through this exercise, but it helps for whenever the source of my discomfort isn’t clear. 

The third thing I do is ask myself what I can do to address the source of my discomfort. If it’s a meeting that gives me anxiety, I see if better preparation can help reduce it. If it was an interaction with a friend that left me wobbly, I ask myself if there is a way to address the issue with them head-on. Every time I know what the source of my stress is, I try to lean in and find ways to work it out. There is always something that I can do to make it a little easier or lighter. 

Step one: If you feel it, figure it out!  

Step two: Don’t suppress it, surface it! 

Step three: Don’t accept it, address it! 

This, for me, is a process of self diagnosis. A way to identify issues in my life before they snowball into an unstoppable force that could take me down. 

2+ years without apartment

Moving out of my apartment in Shanghai

Moving out of my apartment in Shanghai

More than once, a social media follower asked me to write about how I travel so much despite having a full-time job. Here is an attempt at breaking down that question. 

The last time I had an apartment was December 2019 (that’s now 2+ years ago). After nearly 3 years between Beijing and Shanghai, I had decided to return to the US for professional reasons. I just wasn’t finding the type of opportunities I was looking for at that stage of my career (also, China was making it harder and harder for foreigners to live growing/thriving lives over there). 

So in January 2020 I got on a flight from Shanghai to San Francisco – right at the onset of the pandemic. As I was on the job market at that time, I didn’t know yet where I’d end up living in the US – NY? SF? LA? I was crashing the couch of some of my best friends when the pandemic hit with full force in March 2020, and that’s when I made a deliberate decision to not get an apartment since I didn’t want to be tied down during a time of such high uncertainty. 2 years later, I still haven’t had an apartment. 

After I started a new job in May 2020, we were all remote, and I didn’t see the point of being in just one location while different parts of the world were navigating the pandemic differently. Also, as someone who is super close to his family, I was willing to take on the burden of pandemic travel (tests, quarantines, no vaccines, etc.) to go see my parents. 

The past 2+ years I have stayed with my close family in Germany, with the extended family in Ohio, with my friends in SF, with the same friends’ parents in Arizona, I had 6 different subleases in NYC, did solo-travel/work in Argentina, Portugal and Brazil, and did a bunch of trips with friends to Syria, Afghanistan, Dubai and a bunch of other places. 

More than anything, it’s a lifestyle choice. As much as I had endless freedom the last 2+ years, it’s also been challenging for me to not have a place I can call home or leave my belongings. Living out of the suitcase is fun until it becomes a really challenging life set-up. It’s shiny from the outside, but it’s a hassle when you don’t know where you’ll be staying at in a week from now. It’s fun, but a little over-glorified. You don’t have routines, it’s hard to build sustainable romantic relationships, and you constantly go through the motions of arriving, settling, and then uprooting again.

However, not having an apartment wasn’t the only reason that facilitated this life of work and travel. There are also other factors in my life which helped (and continue to do so): the fact that I have friends and family in different parts of the world, speaking various languages that help me “feel home” in different places, work that is remote-first, a hard-earned track record of delivering consistent and high-quality work (which means that I’m not being micro-managed at work, but can operate under trust-based relationships), working in job that have a high travel component, a German passport that lets me move freely (passport privilege is a real thing), early access to vaccines (again, pure privilege), but also my own mindset of wanting to see/explore the world. The list goes on and on – all these things both contribute and facilitate this lifestyle. 

Regarding the cost, all the travel might seem like an expensive lifestyle, but the truth is that I saved on rent or living expenses. Yes a flight is expensive, but not if you can pay for it with points that you earned through many years of work travel. Or short-term rentals can cost you more than your usual rent, but a 3 week AirBnB in Lisbon can still be cheaper than one week rent in NYC. So it’s all relative, but at the end it was surely a cheaper lifestyle. 

Is this lifestyle forever? Nope. I think I went to the extreme these past two years. It was a fun time, but I plan to get an apartment and slow things down in my life. I will always be moving and traveling, but I really desire to have a base going forward (or more than one for that matter).

Moments that change everything

Shanghai, China – March 2016

There are many things in my life that I would wish for others, but the one thing that I truly hope that everyone gets to experience at least once in their lives, is the power of a moment that changes everything. 

I had such a moment in March of 2016, when I visited Shanghai for the first time as part of a study trip with Stanford. My attitudes towards China at that time were somewhat negative/ignorant (I only knew what media was telling me), and I didn’t know much about Shanghai itself either. But after just a few hours in the city, I suddenly had this overwhelming feeling. 

The feeling was “I don’t know when, I don’t know how, but all I know is that I will live here one day.” It was a sudden conviction like I had never experienced before. It was starring into my eyes and I couldn’t look away. I knew it would happen, I just didn’t know when or how. 

As some of you know, I went back to Stanford, started taking Mandarin classes, and then after graduating I moved to China. My goal was to be in Shanghai, but I spent the year in Beijing for work before I was eventually able to move to Shanghai. 

I still look back on that experience, the strength of the conviction I felt, the certainty that my life was changing in that very moment, and the drive to take immediate action following that realization. I look back on that moment as one of the most powerful moments in my life. Rarely have I ever done something so big with so much conviction. There was no doubt in my mind, but only a burning desire to make it work, somehow. 

Ever since that high, I yet have to feel that way about something or someone again. Like an addict coping with withdrawal, I sometimes come back to that moment and wish I get to experience that again in my life again. If that feeling was available as a drug on the market, I’d advertise it as the finest quality product out there. 

While I have to feel that way again, it’s something that I wish everyone else at some points in their lives. To meet, experience, or see someone or something that suddenly flips a switch and changes everything. It’s one of the most powerful feelings and it’s a gem of an experience. 

Counting your Gratitudes to become more Present

One of the happiest moments I experienced lately was in Aleppo, on the evening of December 29th. My friend TK and I were traveling through Syria and had befriended some locals who were taking us out that night. We first went to a see-and-be-seen-type of a coffee shop, had Tea and Shisha, and got to meet more of their friends. We then went for a bar (yes, a proper bar) serving alcoholic drinks. After that we cruised through Aleppo, stopped for Shawarma and then later for Kunafeh. All along, we were chatting, joking, engaging in deep conversation or just being silly. And along each moment, each laughter, and each connection, I told myself “I am so happy and grateful for this right now.”

This post today isn’t about what I experienced, it’s about how I experienced it.

A few years ago I started a new exercise in my journal which was to jot down my gratitudes for each day. Even if it was just a single bullet point, I would write down what I was grateful for that day. It could be as simple as “I learned a new expression in Chinese” or “Mom called me out of the blue and said she missed me.” Whatever it was that I was grateful for, I would write it down. I did that for about 3 months, but after a few weeks I noticed something shifting in me. While the exercise of capturing my gratitudes was retrospective (I would sit down every morning and write down my gratitudes of the previous day), suddenly my ability to appreciate a moment for what it was, was becoming instantaneous. I would go through the day, and whenever something was happening to me that was positive, I would be able to single it out as a positive experience, and more importantly, experience it more deeply with more presence and appreciation. I wasn’t just going through the moment, but I was truly experiencing it with a whole lot of awareness.

I don’t know what happened back then, but I stopped that practice after 3 months, and with that, the muscle I had trained, weakened. Only recently I decided to restart this exercise and jot down the 2-5 things each day (sometimes more, sometimes less) that I am grateful for. And before I knew it, that muscle was coming back and I was starting to experience good moments with more awareness and appreciation.

And that’s exactly what was happening in Aleppo. The experience wasn’t just happening to me, but I was extremely aware of what was happening and what it all meant. I was able to tell myself “what I am experiencing right now is something I will always remember” or that “this is exactly why I came to this country, to make friends and build memories.” Being able to be more in the moment is an incredible gift and skill, and I can only encourage everyone reading this to consider giving the idea of a “gratitude journal” a shot. Do it for 30 days, and if you don’t see anything shifting in you, let it be. I am extremely confident though that you will experience that shift and become more aware of the good stuff happening in your life. The effort is minuscule, the benefit is tremendous.

Knowing your truths

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I’m at a point in my life where I have lived enough “adult years” to start seeing certain patterns and cycles – long enough for me to understand the past, and to apply it to the future. 

For example, I’m someone who sets himself ambitious goals, on even more ambitious timelines. The thing I realized in my life is that I usually get to the things I want, I just don’t get to them on the timelines that I originally envisioned. Having seen this pattern play out over and over again, I have come to phrase this as one of my life’s truths: “I get to all the goals I set myself, I just need longer than others.” 

A “truth” in this case is something that you know to be true for you and your life. It’s a principle that applies to you, and one that you can fall back on whenever you need to make sense of what’s happening in life. It can also be something you apply to the future as a way to prepare yourself. 

Another pattern I have come to realize is how I behave after break-ups. I have been through enough break-ups to have recognized a specific pattern around how I deal with the break-up – both in terms of how I process it emotionally, and in terms of the narrative I build in my head. Since I have seen this play out over and over again in the past, I have been able to take that lesson and can now apply it looking forward. I can predict the cycles I am going to go through, and thus be better prepared. ,

Being able to articulate one’s own truths is powerful and self-empowering. It’s a sign you are going through life with open eyes, with a reflective mind, with the ability to learn from the things that happen to you. Knowing my truths has also helped me feel less stress because I am more aware of my actions and patterns. If you can, start a mental list of what your truths are, the things that you know to be truth in your life. 

Would you rather be cut off or stuck in?

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Yesterday I was talking to a very good friend in Shanghai. In fact, he was one of the people I credit for sparking my fascination with China since he was the trip leader of my first trip there in 2016. Prior to China, he had taken me to North Korea, so you can tell I trust him. 

When I moved to China in 2017, he was in New York. Then in 2019 he moved to Shanghai, and there was the brief moment when we both overlapped. And what’s nicer than having a like-minded friend around you, someone whom you trust and respect, and someone who you connect with on a level that few do (we both have a shared interest in the concept of “cultural fluency”). 

Fast forward to today, I have been out of China since Jan 2020. He, on the other hand, has been stuck in China since then. We were catching up, exchanging updates from our lives, but also talked about what it must be like for each of us to be in the situation we are in. 

Shanghai, for me, is a dream of a place. I miss it dearly, and if there was a genie right now asking me what place I’d like to be magically warped to, I’d probably say Shanghai. Maybe it’s because I have all these fond memories, but maybe it’s also because I know I can’t be there (wanting what we can’t have). My time there was pure magic, I felt a level of energy and alignment that I haven’t felt ever since. 

My friend on the other hand, he is stuck there. Leaving China to visit family is basically a one-way journey with a return that is so unpredictable and cumbersome, that one wouldn’t go unless they really, really had to. He is happy there, China is a self-sufficient world in itself, work is keeping him busy, but he is also cut off, isolated, removed from the West. As someone who was born/raised in the US, he has neither seen family, nor can he leave the country to reconnect and recharge with his non-China communities before returning to China. 

Covid has been painful for so many, especially those separated by strict borders. I have so many foreign friends in China who haven’t gotten out since the pandemic started (friends with newborns where the grandparents haven’t seen the kids; friends who are close to family but can’t see their parents; etc.). I also have so many Chinese friends in the US who haven’t been able to return to China to see their families (most tech companies don’t allow for remote work from China due to security concerns … so a single trip back home would consist of 3+ weeks of quarantine to see the fam for 2-3 weeks? Really difficult with limited vacation time in the US). 

I think the worst part is that there is no end in sight. Countries like China or Singapore who pursue a no-case policy towards COVID, will continue to enforce strict laws around border crossings. Quarantine in China can easily extend to 4 weeks in some places (and depending on where you come from). And that’s if you are lucky enough to actually get a visa these days (I tried it, it’s nuts).

Following that call, I kept thinking about our dilemmas. Me, cut off from China, impossible to visit a place and people I miss dearly. Him, stuck in China, removed from family and friends. My life goes on, his life goes on. But I kept wondering what’s harder? Or asked differently, what position would I rather be in if I could choose? Would I rather want to be cut off from a place I think about every day? Or would I rather be stuck in a place where life goes on as normal, but disconnected from parts of my life? 

No answers in this post, just a question to ponder. 

Tales of Life & Death – The fight continues

“Someone I love is fighting with cancer”

These were the words I started my first post with in the series “Tales of Life & Death,” on December 2nd, 2018.  

It hit us like a brick. We had gathered in Jakarta to celebrate my brother’s wedding, when just one day earlier we received the diagnosis that it’s late-stage cancer, terminal, with a prognosis of 6-9 months. 

2.5 years have passed since that diagnosis, time we didn’t think we’d have when we learned about it the first time, but time we are tremendously grateful for. The situation, however, remains serious. The cancer has spread, from the lungs to other parts of the body – metastatic as they say. In the words of a somewhat heartless doctor recently “it’s stage 4 cancer, what do you expect?”

To summarize life over the past 2.5 years: endless doctor visits, scans, opinions, calls, more opinions, bad news here, good news there, needles, tubes, surgery, fever, infection, hospitalization, oxygen machine, pills, more pills, nurses, bad hospital food, CT scan, PET scan, and so on, and so forth. Well, that’s for the patient. 

And for me? Quit my job, leave China, return to Germany, realize we have more time, return to China to resume life, fly back every other month, then leave China, consider jobs in Germany, end up in the US, but don’t get an apartment so you can be flexible, fly back, stay for multiple months at a time, work 6pm to 2am to match Pacific Time while in Europe, live out of your suitcase, go back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, feel depleted. 

It’s been a tough 2.5 years. It’s been tough for the patient, for the family, and it’s been tough for me personally. It has cost me relationships, as much as it has cost me my stability and some degree of my sanity. But at the end of the day, it’s the price to pay to be with someone whose clock is ticking. Putting others first often comes with a sacrifice, and I know we are all making these sacrifices. I also know that as tough as it is, I will look back grateful for the sacrifices I made, and yet wonder if I should have done more. 

A breakthrough case of COVID

Exhaustion and relief after receiving my negative PCR (2+ weeks after my symptoms started)

Nothing says “you are special” more than catching COVID two months after being fully vaccinated*. Unfortunately, that’s precisely what happened to me. 

About 2.5 weeks ago, as I was returning to Germany from an international trip, I started feeling … unwell. Slight shivers at night, a bit of a runny nose. No fever though.

At first I didn’t think much of it since I have a tendency to feel weakened after long international trips (it’s my immune system telling me to slow down). Also I had a dinner in Munich right upon landing – outdoors while it was raining. “It must be a cold” I tell myself. COVID didn’t even cross my mind. 

A day later, in Berlin, I start losing taste and smell. Looking back, the coffee in the train was extremely tasteless (but aren’t all train coffees like that?). For the first time I wonder if it could be COVID. I go and do a quick rapid test. Negative. 

The weekend starts, I start seeing friends, even stay with them. A couple drives 80km to come and see me. All the time, I think myself what an annoying cold. Still, I go and do two more rapid tests. Partially because they are so readily available (and required to enter restaurants), but also because I wanted to be extra certain that this is not COVID. Both tests returned negative. I go see more friends. 

But then towards the end of the weekend, in preparation for my return flight to the US, I go and do a PCR. It comes back positive. COVID, despite being fully vaccinated. I immediately call all my 10 or so friends that I had seen over the course of the weekend. Calls that I hate to make. Profusely apologetic, shameful, helpless. My friends even have to notify other folks they had since seen, including parents, vulnerable parents. It’s like an avalanche that I triggered, impacting lives of people I didn’t even know. 

I felt I did everything right, but still did everyone wrong. 

Within an hour of getting the results, I move out my friend’s apartment, and spend 8 hours on the streets until I manage to move into an AirBnB that I had booked last minute. And so begins my two-week quarantine – grueling, never-ending, boring quarantine. Boredom mixes with a heavy and depressing feeling of guilt when I learn that my host in Berlin, partially vaccinated herself, tests positive. She had just submitted her PhD thesis, was ready to taste freedom, but then had to go into quarantine. 

Two weeks go by, the health authorities check in on me, send me letters and call from time to time. My symptoms go away after about a week, yet my mid-quarantine PCR comes back positive again. Quarantine continues. Everything feels like March 2020 again. In the end, two weeks after my symptoms started, I do another PCR. Negative. Thank god. 

My friend jokes I should update my dating profiles: “vaccinated AND natural antibodies.” I refrain.  

Some of my takeaways from the past couple weeks 

  1. Definitely get vaccinated. I know it didn’t help in terms of contracting, but it did help to make sure I only had a mild case. 

  2. Even if you are vaccinated, if you have COVID-like symptoms, assume it’s COVID. Don’t dismiss it as a cold. 

  3. Don’t rely on rapid tests. PCR is the way to go to actually have certainty. 

*I know you are all wondering. I got Pfizer, two shots.