It’s no secret to those who know and love me that when I get a little too stressed, or tired, or am operating with very little time to myself, I can respond in ways that are less than gracious and kind. It is something I want to change, and have made a commitment to myself to learn to do it differently.
This morning, as a group of us were trying to get out of the house to show up on time for a long anticipated event, it felt like one too many people asked me one too many questions, and out came that sharp, clipped response I’m trying to change. Damn! I heard myself as the words left my lips, and while I wish I could just wish a new way of being into being, that’s not how it works. It all starts with noticing. The more we notice getting it wrong, which is usually what happens at the front end of change, the more we get to practice getting it right.
Catching myself in the act of getting it wrong this morning is one step closer to catching myself getting it right.
Imagining a kinder, gentler me.