I was catching up with a friend I hadn’t seen in some time, comparing notes on life and its lessons.
We got pretty philosophical, agreeing on the importance of not being overly focused on oneself. But then she shared something that I found extremely helpful.
Basically, she related how she had made the decision that: “If I’m going to think about myself, let it be something good.”
When she said that I immediately found myself reflecting on how the tendency is to spend tons of time focused on me, but almost all of it is negative self talk. It’s the worst of both worlds!
So, I’m going to adopt this as my own and practice telling myself good things about me.
But the point is that today I encountered something new to add to my already very long list of things I love about Ananda.
We were at a birthday party for two dear friends, with probably twenty or thirty people in attendance.
The organizer got us all seated in preparation for some sharing of stories about the birthday people, but one of them had a niece who wanted to read a story to us. So just like that — no questions asked — we all sat quietly and listened to her read her book to us. She was also very careful to show us the illustrations on every page.
I found it both wondrous and utterly charming. First of all, that she felt safe and comfortable enough to share in that way (especially considering that many of us weren’t close acquaintances of her family).
And secondly, that all the adults in the room gave her our focused, respectful attention, with absolutely no impatience or condescension.