Feathers on dinosaurs? Remember when we thought of them like lizards with skin/scales? If you can, take a moment to just sit, step from your life and be open to areas where something you ‘knew’ was fact might not have been fact. It might have been something that things you perceived as evidence seemed to add up be in reality didn’t.
After coming home from an intensive weekend on mindset, I’ve been hesitantly nudging this concept. One of the exercises was to take the word Wasteful and write down what it meant to you. Then we all to our surprise had to read them out loud. Some of the words people read out loud were amazing everything from Keurig pods to make up to Teacup pigs. The emotions in people’s voices were stunning too. Sorrow, longing, even hatred came out. It was especially hard to sit and hear someone say something that you might do. For me, I had to sit there when someone read ‘flying First Class’. Wow that didn’t feel good. I immediately went into defensive mode (internally of course), I often fly First Class, mostly because I fly so much that my MVP gives me upgrades. But occasionally, I do pay for it. In fact I had sat there in the class on break and done just that. You see, I budget travel expenses, and I often book way in advance so I get super cheap rates. If it is a long flight (for me traveling to Houston is a 14 hour travel day), I know I’ll be miserable and sore from sitting so I’ll upgrade if it still puts me under my original travel budget.
Did you see what I did there? I immediately went into justifying why I did something that someone else perceived as wasteful. Why? I felt judged. It isn’t a pretty feeling at all and I suspect most of us really don’t want to be in that space. So I took a deep breathe and just sat in those feelings for a minute. Then I got out my Balance grounding blend and inhaled deeply. My thoughts reminded me that my goal in this work… or really this life, is to be at peace. At peace with being me. Accepting of everyone. To not let judgement or evidence I’ve created hold me back from that inner peace. So when I got on that plane I just smiled and enjoyed my glass of wine and my book.
PS: What got me thinking about feathers on dinosaurs? It came across my Facebook feed of course.
