I’ve worked the last two days with no voice (well a terrible voice). Most of the people that have talked to have have been pretty understanding and nice about it. One, single person wasn’t. It got under my skin. It made me so mad.
After I picked Aiden up from school he was telling me about kids picking on him. I told him what they had to say about him wasn’t so much a reflection of him but more a reflection of their character. I told him that their attitudes won’t get them far in life.
I wasn’t sure if I should get on my mat and practice (yoga) today because I am so congested. I decided to do it anyway. I’m so thankful I did. As many times in my practice, I had an “ah-ha” moment: the same thing I was preaching to my child I need to remember as an adult. Now, I normally don’t let one person’s comment about me get under my skin. So why did this make my blood boil today? Honestly, it’s probably because I wasn’t feeling well.
I understand now. The person’s complaint about my scratchy voice (and that persons demand that I go home) was not because I am a terrible human for trying to work (during a very busy time for my company) but it was a signal that this person was frustrated with the entire situation. It was an insult, but by taking it on I accomplished nothing but being aggravated.
So, I again remember the lesson that what other people say or think of me doesn’t matter as much as what I put into my world. I want a world of peace and love; so that’s what I need to put in my world.