In a conversation the other night I recanted my limited
knowledge on dealing with “your equal”. Some love to view people as equals and
place them high upon that pedestal but do they truly belong there? Equals is a
term that may need to be better defined. As we take a hard look at ourselves in
all our glory and flaws what do you see? Many see what they want, a few see
what they hope to be and even less see that part of ourselves that others love.
So now that we sized our self up and accepted it, what do we do with it? Many
relationships are built on some form of dependence. I can honestly say that I
am grown and don’t need a mother, cook, maid or some spineless rug for me to
walk all over. As I say all too often, that
is not the skill set you are “applying for”.
In all this voyage of life sometimes we meet “ourselves in others” and
then it gets interesting. Finally a true equal who is worth the title but yet we
are at a loss of how to deal with this person. To many times it ends up in disastrous
train wreck but why? For me it goes back to that “hard look at one’s self”, did
you lie to yourself or misrepresent yourself? The great thing about “meeting
yourself” is that they will know. And herein lays the core issue, honesty. You
gotta be honest with you before you can be honest with others. People accept us
for our flaws and love us for our strengths and no one knows that better than
the equal that is before you. Accepting that you are the same and have all the
same thought process is another thing. Now the path of two can become one and
the steering of lives can be shared and celebrated. I don’t need to make all
the decisions and am happy to live with your choices for I am not intimidated
by the reflection of me that I have meet; I am only trying to survive me incarnate!
As I drove to work this morning and was pondering my next tattoo (which will be homage to the children in my life) a statement stuck in my mind. I want the tattoo to represent what they mean to me and how I want them to grow to be. Then I remembered the TAD directive. Devised years ago to guide me as I did work for Uncle Sam, it’s a trivial acronym that has burned its way into my being. Of all the random stuff I have carried for my life this one has taught and kept me on my path. TAD stands for Think Act Deal. Three simple words but oh do they mean so much more. THINK as this skill is disappearing in today’s age it is critical that you NEVER forget it. Even in that life changing, time stops and the Zen like calm of a life stops everything there is time to THINK. Give it a second and think and I mean really think about it. What will this cost? Where will it take me? Can I live with my choice? Seems like a child’s nursery rhyme but so often we forget that a moment of thought could p...
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