Around here we play along with Gypsy Mama's Five Minute Friday meme and write for five minutes--unedited. Today's topic is perspective, so here we go:
Perspective
I've always been encouraged to see things from a different perspective: walk a mile in the other person's shoes, see things the way God sees them.
But, mostly, I seem to wander around in an idiocentric myopia--so focused on my beloved goals and "things I need to do" that I forget to take care of the people around me.
I'm more faithful to "feeding" my blogs that to feeding my husband. In my defense, however, he's a better cook than I am.
I'd rather read one hundred pages than hear a human voice speak one hundred words.
I'd rather trade one hundred emails than have one hundred conversations.
Hm. Light bulb moment.
I keep people at arm's length. I don't like synchronous communication.
Why?
Control? Certainly. I can wait to respond until I've formulated a proper-to-me response.
Fear? Yup. What if I do or say something mortifying?
Excuses? Oh, yeah. I'm positively swimming in them.
Remedy?
Feet. Face. Ears.
Go to people I love. Face them; be present in the moment with them. Listen to them.
That's more terrifying than anything I can imagine.
Do it anyway.
The birds may have a great view from the sky, but it's only a view. To accomplish anything, they have to come back to earth.
Do it.
Do. It.
Today.
Perspective
I've always been encouraged to see things from a different perspective: walk a mile in the other person's shoes, see things the way God sees them.
But, mostly, I seem to wander around in an idiocentric myopia--so focused on my beloved goals and "things I need to do" that I forget to take care of the people around me.
I'm more faithful to "feeding" my blogs that to feeding my husband. In my defense, however, he's a better cook than I am.
I'd rather read one hundred pages than hear a human voice speak one hundred words.
I'd rather trade one hundred emails than have one hundred conversations.
Hm. Light bulb moment.
I keep people at arm's length. I don't like synchronous communication.
Why?
Control? Certainly. I can wait to respond until I've formulated a proper-to-me response.
Fear? Yup. What if I do or say something mortifying?
Excuses? Oh, yeah. I'm positively swimming in them.
Remedy?
Feet. Face. Ears.
Go to people I love. Face them; be present in the moment with them. Listen to them.
That's more terrifying than anything I can imagine.
Do it anyway.
The birds may have a great view from the sky, but it's only a view. To accomplish anything, they have to come back to earth.
Do it.
Do. It.
Today.
