It's not about you
The other night I was thinking about what it would be like for someone I didn't know to walk into my room. First of all, they would have probably be embarrassed for me because it was so messy (don't worry I cleaned it the next day...it's still a little messy but not embarrassing messy). Then, I thought, they would try to stop looking at the mess, so where would they look? My lovely pictures on the wall! And here is what they would see:
My family at my sister's wedding (the last time we were all together?)
Sunlight Falls,Wyoming, taken by my brother Casey
Palmyra, NY, painted by my aunt Katie
Alaska Temple, birthday gift from my friend Tonya
Valdez, also painted by Katie
And then they would see this one. It was a gift from a mentor of mine. It's a little dusty, and stuck in a frame I got from DI which lacks the capacity to hang on a wall. The $1 price sticker is still on the back. It sits awkwardly on my crowded window sill, I have to move it every time I open the blinds. Very inconvenient. "And the picture is inconvenient," I thought.
I hope it's ok to use this on a blog...I'm not sure who it was painted by and I can't figure it out, so sorry to whoever deserves the credit!
A few days ago a friend jokingly asked me for a foot rub and I thought to myself, "yeah...I don't do that. I don't expect anyone to touch my feet, and I don't like being expected to touch someone else's."
It's my right...right?
How inconvenient of them to ask...
I'm sure I said something infinitely more tactful, at least I hope I did.
This flood of thoughts led me to a memory of a time when I was living the message of this painting. When what was comfortable and convenient for me was the last thing on my mind. I didn't think twice about stopping to help someone, I didn't mind getting shouldered with more than my fair share of work, I didn't hesitate to go out of my way to be kind or thoughtful to someone else. Happiness was not my goal but it was poured into me, almost more than I could receive.
So this obviously begs the question, "Why aren't you living like that now?"
Good question. So I decided to do it. I named it, "It's not about you" week! I decided to let go of motives that are directly beneficial to me and see who I become.
Here is a rendition of the following shoulder angel conversation:
Bad Angel: Are you sure you want to do this? It could be harder than you think...it could be too hard for you right now.
Good Angel: Come on, it's only for a week. If it ruins my life, I'll just stop. Just one week, ok?
BA: What if not thinking of yourself requires you to spend more money than you want to? You are saving for tuition, remember?
GA: Seriously? You are scared to be selfless because of money? What are you turning into? It's a chance I'm willing to take...and if it does cost money, what is more valuable to you than your character?
BA: Ok...but what if it requires you to be so vulnerable with other people that you get hurt? Can't we draw the line there?
GA: The root of that fear is pride, and I'm not letting pride drive this train. Sorry. I'm doing it. Just for a week. If you don't like it after a week, we can stop, but I have a feeling you will like it.
And so it was born, the "It's not about you" week (hopefully this turns into lifetime).
I will give more details in separate posts but so far I can say that it doesn't feel inconvenient, though last week I might have considered some things I have done inconvenient. It's a little more expensive. Sometimes I feel a little hurt or foolish, but...it's not about me. I also feel protected and loved. I feel happy.
Comments
GA you will be happier when the week is over!
Let me know how it turns out!
Dad