I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday. I just returned from a trip to visit my parents yesterday. I thought I would avoid some holiday travelers by flying on Tuesday but it seems there were plenty of others that thought the same thing. With weather systems to contend with and people on the move, it was still crowded in the airports. People carrying their pets in little bags and young families flying with small children all contributed to the congestion as we all tried to find our way home.
At the end of my flight to Atlanta, I still had a 4 hour drive to get home. It was a miserable rainy rush hour through the heart of the city. Not to worry though because I had some unexpected company.
After a year, I am still learning things about my Android tablet (which I love). I have a book app that if I turn on a certain option will "read aloud". Perfect for my otherwise solitary drive home as the drizzly darkness started to close in. Feeling warm and safe in my little car, I was accompanied by the "talking book" as I started the last leg of my journey.
My first impression was it seemed a little "robotic" and took a some getting used to. The voice is "female" and delivers rather like an old typewriter in a very steady rhythmic cadence. No expression about the text whatever. Imagine that . . . the words I heard touched me to the core, without the aid of any voice inflections.
In a nutshell, the book explored how we tend to find hiding places for ourselves where we are "comfortable". We do, or do not, or this or that or work for this degree or not work because . . . you fill in the blank . . . then we will feel like we are good enough for everyone else, and along the way somewhere, good enough for ourselves too . . . constantly striving to support others because if I don't perform, nobody else will, and well . . . I just have to do this. Performing to be comfortable, and afraid if we don't.
Then the author suggested, "It's not about what you should "do". . . for rightness . . . as much as "What do you believe?". You know, I really love that. I will be the first to admit I'm more of a "doer" than anything else. I'm learning new skills though . . . and performance doesn't have to be one of them.
It isn't that I'm going to stop "doing" the things I do. The point is, this reality allows me the "joy" of doing instead of the "burden of proof". Everything in life translates into joyful giving of oneself in the best possible way . . . . no matter what I'm are doing . . no matter how messed up someone else is . . . in the middle of chaos, I have hope to share.
I mess up (failing forward is more the truth . . . )? I'll try again from what I have learned. The only time you loose is when you quit trying, or when you keep doing more because that's how you "prove" you're good enough.
The graceful powerful words reminded me of my foundational beliefs. I can't seem to hear them enough and always refreshed when I hear them again. In a world where performance is rewarded from the time we start school till retirement, it's healing to feel the warmth of acceptance . . . on any level you might be at the time.
Yes, travel days are really tough, but by the time I finally got home, my feet hardly touched the ground . . . I wish the same for you this holiday season.