Affirmation: I am the product of my genes and my thoughts and my thoughts influence my cellular structure.
Stephen Covey the author of the 7 Habits of Highly Effective People tells a story about a man on a subway train with his children. The children are out of control and most of the people on the train are looking very annoyed. Have you ever ridden the subway? Usually the only noise one hears is the train itself. It can be a very meditative space. Finally the man looks up and explains to the people in his immediate area that his wife has just died and he’s not sure what to do next. No one was annoyed any longer. They shifted their perception. But, couldn’t they have held a more compassionate response to the family without that information? If they were going to judge couldn’t they have given him, the father, the benefit of the doubt in the beginning?
Stephen Covey the author of the 7 Habits of Highly Effective People tells a story about a man on a subway train with his children. The children are out of control and most of the people on the train are looking very annoyed. Have you ever ridden the subway? Usually the only noise one hears is the train itself. It can be a very meditative space. Finally the man looks up and explains to the people in his immediate area that his wife has just died and he’s not sure what to do next. No one was annoyed any longer. They shifted their perception. But, couldn’t they have held a more compassionate response to the family without that information? If they were going to judge couldn’t they have given him, the father, the benefit of the doubt in the beginning?
I play the fiddle. I seldom claim to be a fiddler. It’s the same with golf. I usually say “I play golf.” I have never said “I am a golfer.” Can you hear the difference? There are titles I claim for myself but fiddler and golfer are neither of them.
This last week the message that has appeared has been about perception. It’s appeared in many conversations and in several of my readings. It’s been about how we perceive (judge) what others “do” or “don’t do” and how we relate their behavior to ourselves; how we perceive ourselves through their behavior.
I like people to be happy. I like them to feel good. I can sometimes try to orchestrate another’s feel good mood even if I don’t really know them very well. And, I will normally remove myself from someone who is grouchy and complaining. That’s not to say I am not compassionate and I have learned not to always comfort those in pain but to simply sit with them and allow them to experience their feelings. But, on a daily basis I encourage smiles and warm hearts. I find it quite easy to raise people’s spirits, a smile, a hug, a genuine warm welcome and usually people respond in a very positive manner.
But, what about those who do not respond? Am I the reason? Did I “do” or “not do” something? Is everyone’s happiness my responsibility? Sister Mary Margaret from a Place for Women to Gather in Raleigh, NC says “Happiness is an inside job.” There is only one person’s happiness and sense of well being I am responsible for, me. Sure, I’d like to believe I am all powerful and can influence the emotional state of all those in my life but I can’t and truth to tell whether they are happy or unhappy usually has very little, if anything to do with me. It’s all about them. And, then there’s all that stuff we make up in our minds about what people are thinking and there’s the rub.
My plan for playing my fiddle at my group’s very first performance was to occasionally fake fiddle. I mean there were twelve of us. Who other than my teacher could possibly tell if I missed a few notes or dropped out if I were totally lost? Well, the two people who sat down only four feet from me were concert musicians. I had recently been introduced to them and I was told the gentleman was a concert violinist and composer. And, there they were directly in front of me! I knew without a doubt that they could hear every wrong note I hit and I hit many many wrong notes. I knew what they were thinking. I made up a whole store in my head and it wasn’t very affirming. In fact, it was quite demoralizing.
No, I couldn’t stop and turn my thinking around. There was just too much going on for me to calm myself. But the day after the recital, I realized what I had done. I had robbed myself of the joy of the moment by imagining the thoughts of two people I didn’t even know and even if they thought my fiddling to be substandard, why should I care? I was with my friends, making music and playing for free for the benefit of others. Oh, it’s not the first time I’ve compared my inside with someone else’s outside and every time it’s a devaluing experience. But, each time I do it, I become more aware of the exercise and hopefully, recognize my behavior and let go of what I think they’re thinking and I let go of caring what the other person or persons are thinking. “Happiness is an inside job” and I can choose for myself not to be reactive to my imagination. Or, I can choose to imagine with compassion and kindness whether I’m imagining for myself or about others.
Our life is our perception. Choose carefully. Be kind to yourself and to those around you.
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