So often we focus on what’s lacking, or what didn’t meet our expectations, but we’re a lot happier when we appreciate the little things and recognize the beauty in the ordinary. Read here on Tiny Buddha.

When I feel strongly about something and it invokes in me feelings of anger or injustice, I will spend a lot of time arguing it out – mostly these days – in my head. I am very mindful of Rumi’s wise expression to “Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.”

It has taken me many years to come to understand that arguing isn’t going to get me very far. Sure, as a teenager I often wore my parents down through my determined ‘dog with a bone’ approach. Wearing someone down, though, is not a very satisfying outcome.

When someone capitulates simply because they no longer have the energy to fight about it, it feels like a hollow victory.

“A man convinced against his will is of the same opinion still” has resonated strongly since I can remember. But I have always felt I should say something rather than nothing, even if it was from a place of anger, indignation, resentment or sense of injustice. Speaking out against injustice was something I felt called to and still do.

Personal growth, however, has taken me on a journey to a point of examining my motives and understanding that expressing my anger – or anything similarly emotive – is only likely to invoke equally negative feelings in others and lead to aggressive opposition or passive avoidance of me and/or the topic at hand.

However, when I can inspire another view within someone, well, that is indeed satisfying.

It’s not that I’ve suddenly become a master visionary, able to conjure pictures within others that would have them walking on water. Nor have I become a master at asking questions in a non confrontational way that causes people to relook at their own beliefs with fresh eyes.

It’s more that I’m at a point of awareness about my reactions (and what they are likely to elicit if unleashed in their raw form) that is causing me to pause and examine what is going on before acting.

I’m not rolling over and saying or doing nothing in the face of injustice; I’m just learning a new way to express myself. It’s about taking the force of that energy that rises within me and using it in a more positive way.

Just last week I grappled with an issue that evoked such feelings of anger in me it exclusively consumed an entire day (and many hours since), with barely any time taken to make sure our family ate. Honestly, it feels so lowbrow and, frankly, quite embarrassing, to tell you that I was brought to my knees by something as ordinary as a school fair, but there it is.

Our school fair triggers me on two accounts. One is the lack of transparent communications from the school about the rather substantial voluntary efforts required from the parents of a particular class to organize the fair and the other is about being true to my authentic self.

In situations like this where a task is assigned without consultation or communication, I figure there will likely be mix of motivation and capacity. There are those very enthusiastic volunteers who would have put their hands up anyway, there are others who wouldn’t feel the urge to put up their hands but are happy to pitch in now they have been given the task and then there are those who, frankly, feel held hostage to the task and may only do it because they don’t want others to think badly of them (endemic in society today).  

Dwelling there for just a second, it elicits in me all sorts of feelings about being bullied, peer pressure, covert behaviours etc. Nothing inflammatory you understand….

The second issue is I’m not in the least bit wired towards or passionate about many of the practical things in life, nor a lot of social interaction, so this sort of activity drains my cup fast. And I have to tell you, whatever little is in that cup to begin with, gets swallowed up quickly just in the day to day practicality of living, looking after a family and supporting a business.

So if I park there for another second, I’m aware that it sparks all sorts of feelings within me about being true to myself, to do only what fuels me and ditch the rest. Most importantly it’s about living up to all that I’ve written so much about over the last few years.

When I put these two issues together, I realise what I am contending with is my own sense of guilt in the implications of being true to my authentic self, meaning I feel it will create more work for others if I am not participating. Then I feel the injustice of that guilt which arises because of the (rather covert) way someone has chosen to go about the task.

There is, after all, a much wider parent community and a broader community still that supports the school, from which more willing volunteers could be solicited I am sure.

However growth, in all its glory, comes from the very uncomfortable process of actually applying our enlightened ideals to our life – be it at home, in an office, or at a school, or anywhere else we spend our time and with anyone we interact with.

So I had given my apologies for this task to the school principle earlier in the year. Fully aware of my righteous indignation on this topic, I worked extremely hard to make sure my energy was in a more inspired place before writing and rewriting (again and again) an email that had a more of a matter of fact tone rather than an inflammatory one.

I didn’t try to resist all the feelings of anger inside, instead I meditated, got out in nature and did my ‘go to’ thing when I’m searching for answers, I wrote. I thought about the people in this class’s parent group who are enthusiastic about the activity and tried to put myself in their shoes, gaining more of an appreciation for our differences in the process. I thought about why the school even holds a fair, another contentious question that remains unanswered for many, and I answered it to my own satisfaction.

Luckily I had bumped into the principle the week before and we had chatted casually about the holidays, so I had held that image in my mind as I constructed the email I wanted to write, imaging myself bumping into her again, not wanting it to be ‘awkward’ because of something I’d written in the heat of the moment rather than in the cooler light of a fresh dawn.

All of that got me into a more balanced and inspired place to write the kind of email needed.

All went well, once I had excused myself from the task I felt a sense of relief… that was until last week when some of the organizing activity got underway and was in my face again. I was being asked by a parent to fill out a form indicating the top 3 preferences I had in the organizing activities.

There was a voice within me that immediately sounded the battle-cry and invoked energies akin to Mel Gibson’s rendition of William Wallace in Braveheart. “There is a time to shut up and there is a time to stand up” it said slyly.

Obsessed by my battle I wrote, and rewrote, again and again, a response I was going to send to the whole parent group involved. I read out a few versions to my long suffering partner, and then I prepared the distribution list…

Thankfully, as mentioned, I have long since learned the value of resisting the urge to press the trigger on an email too hastily. Fortunately I couldn’t just ‘reply all’ to the parent group and had to copy each name into the email individually, so pictured myself talking to each and every one of them. By that point, I knew I couldn’t send a group email, I knew it would make things worse not better. But what was I to do?

I meditated and heard a voice “The sun will rise and set, the world will keep spinning whether you say something or not. But you have a voice and a choice…. to inspire”.

I asked for help before I went to sleep “just give me the answer, what should I do?” I pleaded with that wiser part of me, a lone voice in my head casting off into the expanses of the Universe.

Inspiration comes knocking

Then, the next morning, a couple of things fell into my inbox in response. One was from someone who’d previously asked whether there is a (political) platform where I want to manifest my message or am I just flowing with whatever comes my way.  He said “love your answer”; I had to remind myself what I’d said:

If anything, my writing is my platform. But I don't see myself standing against anything, I believe resistance or 'pushing against' anything gives it power. Instead I am working hard to drop my defenses any time I feel them rise. I try to ignore, as best I can, anything I do not like or disagree with and, instead, build on the dreams of what could be. 

“Er, okay, reality check” I thought. There is no doubt that came from the wiser part of me! I had then gone on…

Our power is within, and any time we give away our power - whether to a partner, child, parent, government, doctor, teacher etc - or even an opinion someone has of us - our soul will not get aligned with it. The evolutionary path is one of conscious awareness, it's at an individual level. If we can work on that it will inspire others towards it. By changing our conversation within, we will change the world, no doubts.

Humility reestablished, something else then caught my attention, some words in an article by Dan Pederson:

Most of the time, when we enter into an argument, we’re lowering our standards. We’re lowering the bar of what’s important and we’re lowering the bar of how to communicate properly.
Set the bar high. Force people to come up to your level. Not in a pretentious way, but in a way that says “we can do better”.

“Okay” I thought, “clarity is returning” – simultaneously with “thank goodness I didn’t send that email!”

Setting the Bar

Well, here is what I know, I know what I expect of any school we have chosen for our children. I expect that school representatives treat parents with dignity and respect, and vice versa. Whether little or much is expected of the parents in support of the school, it is communicated upfront and in reverence for a parent’s own needs and priorities.   

Ergo, I need do no more than that which was agreed upfront (which was only to help on the day of the fair itself). No need for more apologies or defence.

Again I took a ‘shoe on the other foot’ tactic in my imagination and thought about all the people who do enjoy this activity and willingly give their time. I also thought about those who less willingly give their time, and realised it’s just all part of the personal growth journey; we are each in a different place and free to make our own choices.

Something that I read in the minutes of the first school fair meeting came to mind. It was something I had previously disregarded as it is preceded in such a way that elicited a sarcastic “yeah right” response from me at first. But, now in a better space, I decided to take it at face value:

“those who can’t give as much need to have no guilt about it.”

So, in the end, I simply sent an email to the lead organizer (who had also previously been copied into the email I’d sent to the school principle giving my apologies) asking to be removed from the distribution list for all the fair organizing activity.

Funnily enough, the lead organizer reflected back to me in her response the sentiments I’d read in the minutes of the meeting, to feel no guilt. To me, this is testament to where I’ve managed to get my energy on this issue. 

What it comes down to is that arguing, whether about a school fair, or an issue in a more personal relationship, or – in fact – on behalf of a whole segment of society, can pour oil on the fire. People become entrenched in their views, whether outwardly or inwardly.

In being true to the authentic part of me, saying yes only to the things that fuel me, I know will inspire others to the same if I use the negative emotions to inspire positive action within me instead. It doesn’t mean necessarily a whole group of parents will follow suit this year and give their apologies.

However, it may mean they reflect on it later and notice, in me giving my apologies, no one died (not letting others down is a survival instinct) and I have not been socially outcast as a result. It may give others the confidence to say ‘no’ to something else in future.

In fact, because I didn’t let the negative emotion spew outwards and vilify those involved and, instead, used it to fuel my own growth and resolve, I am able to happily look the principle and the fair organizer in the eyes with a smile as we pass momentarily in the school playground. More wonderfully, I see their eyes smiling back rather than avoiding contact.

This whole journey with the school fair is just about me learning to embrace who I am, being true to myself without making any apologies. This has given me confidence which will make it easier the next time I say ‘yes’ to myself in the face of an opposing request.

And who knows, in time, by overcoming my own fears and embracing who I am, perhaps that will inspire others to uncover their authentic self and say ‘yes’ to themselves too.

To Rumi’s point, rain is made of small droplets whose effects are felt and seen depending on the quantity of water falling. Water being something that works its way around and into things, helping what is natural to grow while at the same time harbouring the ability to destroy those things that are not natural or authentic.

If something isn’t sitting right with you, explore it. Figure out why it’s making you feel that way. Then act in the most positive way you can. Even if it is clunky action that is better than not acting at all because it will just eat away at you inside. Say ‘yes’ to you and you will inspire others to the same.

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“Be the Change that You Wish to See in the World” Mahatma Ghandi

While this is one of those powerful quotes that speaks to my heart, in practice it really feels a bit tricky. Every day I find myself disappointed or frustrated about things in my world, and I know that it’s my reaction to them that can make a difference.

Yesterday, in many countries, it was Mother’s Day. For the first time ever I received a completely handmade and handwritten card from my eldest daughter, it was beautiful. Seeing unprompted words like “to mama” and “I love you” written all over it made my heart melt.

That said, there were other things about the day that I felt disappointed about that didn’t quite meet my expectations of Mother’s Day.

Today I’m reflecting on my reactions and the thoughts in my head they are tied to. Thoughts about our society especially marking the day as something to celebrate, that children will (to a certain extent) learn who, what and how to honour through our example and, most importantly, I am a mother worthy of that honour.

While the thoughts might seem enticingly in the category of a change I wish to see in the world, my reactions were not; I was making all sorts of judgments and suffering as a consequence. Yet I’d much rather be in a world where loving acceptance was the predominant experience over any judgment.

Sure, I can dwell on the ‘rights’ and ‘wrongs’ of how I was feeling, and that might create a temporary change in others’ behaviours. However, it’s unlikely to inspire any sort of lasting change. Instead, a more lasting change can be found in my own reactions.

And I recognize that my reactions are tied to experiences and expectations from society and my own upbringing, something I am always so quick to point to as that part of us that is ‘man made’ rather than our authentic selves.

When I take a look at what I really value, it’s there in the first paragraph about Mother’s Day, the unprompted and spontaneous words from my daughter. Those were gold and I, instead of letting that golden feeling warm and light the vibe for the whole day, tempered it with a whole load of other garbage in my head.

Getting wrapped up in my own perspective, making things ‘right’ or ‘wrong’, and confronting or avoiding others as a result is not a change I want to see in the world.

Loving acceptance, however, is a change I’d like to see. Therefore I have to be in loving acceptance rather than in judgment.  I know I’m no Mother Teresa, but I’d like to have that level of compassion instead of making judgments and feeling disappointed or annoyed as a result.

There are so many changes I’d like to see in the world, like transparent communication, evolved leadership and evolvement away from our economic, education and healthcare systems and governments. Each and every one has a lesson in there for me.

It will take awareness, openness and ongoing focus and practice to make it happen. Simple, not easy, but I am committed to it.

Talking to my friend’s daughter recently, we were discussing this topic of bringing about change. She was talking about her experiences of the many people she has met in our westernized education system, who are simply subjecting themselves to it because they feel they need to be ‘in it’ to change it. Without the credibility of at least a masters or doctorate, they feel they will not be listened to.

That reminds me of a discussion I had a few years ago with a colleague as I was contemplating my exit from the corporate world. He had taken me on, valued my perspective and championed me in some controversial roles. He felt I could do more good from within than on the outside.

There is merit to being in the game in order to change it. But I don’t have to be in the game in order to inspire others who are. And I can, as Ghandi said, be the change in order to inspire it.

Those changes start with an awakening to and ongoing commitment to my authentic self.

A close friend commented to me last week that I do well in spite of the fact most social interaction brings me out in a rash. It is true, since undertaking this journey towards authenticity and bringing more of who I am into the world, I have literally sported a bit of a rash on my face.

I am not comfortable in the company of most people because I sense they are wearing a sort of mask and don’t even recognise it.  It has been interesting for me to observe in this last few years how I relax more when others are drinking a little (even though I don’t) because their guard drops as they relax and I get to speak to the unencumbered person underneath.

That person, the one who has let society’s conditioning and expectations melt away, is inevitably much more understanding and compassionate and a lot easier to connect with. And so I understand that when I am wearing my mask – like I was for some of Mother’s Day – it makes it harder to connect with those around me and vice versa.

As I more determinedly step out into the world as my authentic self, I still get plagued by all the old thought patterns that ran the show back in the days my mask was the only part of me that ever faced the world. It’s no wonder I get a rash. But it’s getting easier.

I am just thoroughly grateful that at least I know who I am these days. As I move forward taking these small steps, which are actually gigantic in some ways, the world will continue to change in response.

If we each commit to being the person we want to be then, before we know it, the change we wanted to see, the change we learned to be, will be reflected right back at us from all around.  

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“Self is a sea boundless and measureless” Kahil Gibran

A spark ignited when my friend told me she’d spent two hours down at the beach yesterday contemplating this question. At first my mind whizzed with all the possibilities, and then I sat and contemplated the actual question and its inference.

“Who is this self that I don’t believe in?” I wondered. In the realms of our entire existence that felt like such a huge question. So I narrowed it down to two ‘selves’ to keep my head straight; let me introduce them.

There’s Mind-Me, the one that lives this life I’m having in this body and this place, the one everyone acknowledges is ‘me’; even my dad.  Then there’s Big-Me, the one who is eternal, multi-dimensional and omnipresent, the one some people struggle to even acknowledge might be there. That is okay, I don’t.

Yet Mind-Me struggles to trust Big-Me; maybe it’s the little ego Mind-Me is so fond of, or the multitude of experiences Mind-Me has had since birthing into this body, in this place. It’s taken Mind-Me over four decades to begin to understand Big-Me.

Mind-Me likely had the same sort of upbringing as you did. The details will be different, but the gist is the same: There were bad times and good times, struggles and challenges, peppered with moments of upliftment and joy.
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Based on some of the wiring Mind-Me birthed into, and these experiences since arriving, Mind-Me now has a whole heap of tapes playing in my head that, quite frankly, don’t really serve me at all. Meeting Big-Me has helped Mind-Me become aware of those tapes in my head.

Big-Me is amazing, always upbeat, always moving forwards, always seeing the best in everything. But there is more, Big-Me rephrased the question that got me all jazzed up in writing this in the first place.

“How would life be different if Big-Me was in the driving seat?”

How would it be different for you? If that greater part of who you are was to take the wheel for a while?

Holy shmoly. Now we are talking, the playing field really opens up!

But before we go there, let’s give Mind-Me a bit of credit – go on, you do the same for yourself.

Here is the thing, Mind-Me has been pretty good at getting my big girl undies on when there are changes to be made. I’ve never been one to shy away from ‘doing the right thing’ for myself. If I’ve needed to move jobs, leave a relationship or otherwise change things in my life, regardless of how terrifying the prospect, I’ve always taken a deep breath and jumped.

I understand not everyone feels or acts that way, it just depends what wiring and experiences you came into. But don’t think for one second there aren’t a whole heap of tapes in my head that amount to a lack of self confidence and self worth, there are. I just push through despite them and am thankful for everything I have in my life as a result; good and bad.

I realise that to have acted in that way, and to feel that way, I must have always known Big-Me at some level. I had faith that life would ‘work out for the best’ - always – even if I couldn’t see it right then.

So part of me thinks, with Mind-Me running the show, I’m not sure how hugely different my life would be on the outside, perhaps there just would have been less angst and turmoil on the inside which would have resulted in less obstacles along the way.

But then I think about the Big-Me I’ve come to know and, well, that knocks my socks off.

Big-Me isn’t just about confidence. Big-Me has the power to create life as Mind-Me knows it, and far beyond.

​Big-Me lives in abundance and knows only wellbeing. Big-Me is not limited by my physical senses, Big-Me experiences all aspects of life in a multisensory way I only caught a glimpse of when my mum passed over. That is a whole other story in itself, but it was glorious.

Big-Me blows my mind!

How true that is, Mind-Me struggles to conceive of life with Big-Me in the driving seat. That is why Big-Me finds ways to put others’ experiences in front of Mind-Me to help me understand what my potential is.

Listening to and reading about the experiences of others has expanded Mind-Me’s view of human potential far beyond where it lay 10 years ago, even a year ago, and it continues to expand. It’s simply a matter of conscious awareness and applying what I become aware of to my life, so I can add it to my knowledge and experiences.

So how would my life be different if I believed in myself, in Big-Me?

I would have vibrant health rather than having some chronic mumbles and grumbles, along with the occasional acute wake up calls.  I would see the perfection in everything, compassion abounding rather than judgment arising. I would live in abundance, without concern for where I am living or what I am wearing or eating, it would simply all click together. 

I would be love, allowing myself to feel it rather than holding it in resistance as I am apt to do when I get stressed. In allowing myself to be and feel the love that is there, my potential in this body to navigate the wonders of the non-physical world would grow exponentially.

Telepathy, telekinesis, transmutation, astral projection, on and on, become possibilities. What’s more… is the realization that putting Big-Me in the driving seat of my life is simply an ongoing shift in conscious awareness. It is a practice.

Becoming consciously aware of all that I am, all that is possible, is a reflection of more and more of us awakening to the same.  That is nothing short of magnificent.

Imagine the changes in our societies, in the way we live with our planet and all its creatures, and the cosmos around us? We could be free of the chains of the economic system, and of all the other systems it has spurned. We would approach relationships, child rearing, health, education, science, leisure, creative activities, even nourishment, all in different ways. Thinking would be valued not for its limitations, but for its limitless potential in creation.

The world really could live in all its glory, and it is. That is my personal take out from all of this, is seeing just how perfectly all of this is unfolding around us.
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For each of us, life is a journey. But how about we start to explore our dreams and capabilities? Kahil Gibran is right, self is a sea boundless and measureless. So, I ask again, how would your life be different if you believed in Big You?
 
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I groaned inwardly “Why did I just agree to that?” I wondered, quite annoyed at myself.

Being a person of my word, I knew I needed to set a reminder in my calendar to get it done. “Why did I just take on a task that I really did not want to do?” I berated myself again.

Twice I reset the reminder, the third time I deleted it altogether. Another week went by and I saw the person I’d agreed to help a couple of times. Each time it weighed heavily on my mind, I wanted to say something but the right words just didn’t come out. Thankfully she didn’t ask.

Then, finally, over the school holidays I decided I couldn’t just ignore it. So I started an email to say that I’d put the task off several times because, despite having an apparent knack for design, it’s not something I really enjoy. Then I shared how I would go about it if I were doing the task, and hoped that was of some help at least.

I also volunteered to do some editing of the words within the design if she could put them in the body of an email. That I can do really effectively, quickly and painlessly.

Buoyed by this, it gave me a flash of inspiration to email another person I’d asked a favour of myself some 18 months or so ago; to mend a beautiful piece of craftwork that I had originally bought from her but the kids had subsequently damaged.

I shared my own experience of being asked to do something that I had a knack for but didn’t enjoy and said it had occurred to me I’d probably done the same to her, to feel free to pass back the craftwork undone. This was also liberating as I’d been wondering how to approach the subject since it was a favour she was doing and had drifted for so long.

Glad of the prompt she shared she’s done most of the repair but the last part had languished, and was insightful enough to say that was “the story of her life” and she would be glad to pass it back.

Then I watched as life played back to me again this empowerment from saying a discerning “no” when the character Miranda Bailey, Chief of Surgery in Grey’s Anatomy, took her high heeled shoes that she absolutely hated wearing and swapped them back for her old surgical clogs. The storyline was exploring the perceived pressures to be or do something because of a culture created by society.

The key to it all is discernment. As many times that I say ‘yes’ when I should really be saying ‘no’, the opposite is also true.

It would be rare for a day to go by and I haven’t said ‘no’ to the kids simply because I am feeling too distracted to turn my attention to making it a ‘yes’. When I’m in the midst of running the gauntlet of tasks between school pick up and bedtimes I am usually feeling distracted and somewhat overwhelmed, the likelihood of me saying ‘yes’ to anything the kids ask is slim.  

Being kids, they give instant feedback, usually either rather loudly, or, silently, as the slip away and do what I just said ‘no’ to anyway…

Given that we think 60,000 to 70,000 thoughts a day, and the vast majority are on autopilot, a replay of your collective past thoughts in your subconscious mind, it’s fair to say discernment requires practice. That means taking a step back for a while when you are about to say yes or no to something or someone.

Most of us have an automatic pattern of yes and no. Personally I know I say ‘no’ to my kids too much too quickly in some circumstances, and ‘yes’ in other situations where a ‘no’ would serve better. With other people, I have been guilty of over-committing as in my example above, not wanting to let others down or make them feel bad.

Taking a beat to examine the motives behind our response can be enlightening. I find, in saying no to the kids, I’m often denying them an opportunity to learn and grow because I’m feeling too harried or stressed in the moment to actually invest a bit of time in helping them.

While I need to retain my sanity, it would also make sense to invest the time (at least occasionally) so they can become more independent and – frankly - hassle me less.

Then there are the times when great opportunities come along and I say an automatic no. Either I am too frazzled from the multitude of others things I’ve have taken on in a bid to please others, or am simply too scared to step out of my comfort zone.

That is why Jim Carrey decided to become a Yes Man (the movie). Seeing a desperate need to do something different with his life, his character started signing up for everything and his life experiences grew in rich and unimaginable (and, of course, hilarious) ways.

I’m reminded of the time my old yoga instructor got on touch to invite me along to her birthday celebrations at a yoga retreat. I almost rejected it out of hand.

So many good reasons not to go. For one, I’m not very sociable and knew none of her friends. I also like to spend the weekend with the kids, going away for the night was a big deal to them and me as they were still quite young. And, of course, this is not to mention it was an entire weekend of yoga; a two hour session is one thing, but two days…!

Yet something nagged at me. Two days cut off from the outside world seemed quite appealing. Two days with other women who were likely to at least share an interest in the deeper things of life. Two days of healthy eating, of contemplation and mediation. Also, I really like my old instructor and hadn’t seen her in a while.

Suffice to say it was an amazing weekend, it tested me at times but it was empowering and fulfilling.  

These are the things life is made of and I don’t want to miss them because I’m running on autopilot.

Taking the time to pause before I answer yes or no, discerning whether something will fill my cup or drain it, is something I’ve become much more mindful of.

What about you, are you running largely on autopilot? Would you benefit from taking a beat before you respond to a request? Are you brave enough to put yourself first more often? You may as well, because it’s only when we start to value ourselves other people can start to see the true value in us.

​If what you read here resonates and you’d like a fresh perspective on a situation in your own life, feel free to contact me. There’s no charge or strings attached, I truly enjoy helping where I can, click here for further information. To be the first to receive these posts, you can also opt to subscribe to my blog.