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Grandma used to say life is an inside job, hen. It wasn’t that she thought I was about to turn into a feathery fowl…hen is a Scottish expression…a general term of endearment. Oh, and while I’m explaining things… she didn’t exactly use those words life is an inside job…that’s just how I remember it.
Typical kid, it went in one ear and out the other. Today, of course, I wish I’d paid more attention to her. Today I see what a wise woman she was. Yesteryear, not so much.
Grandma was big on praise, long on love and short on criticism. Grandma was incredible, and if only I’d been practicing what she preached not only might I be a wiser woman, but I might even be incredibly fabulous my own self.
A girl can dream, can’t she?
Grandma probably deserved a better granddaughter…one who listened a little more, one who didn’t have her head and ears tuned only into the latest and greatest band, one who understood wisdom when she heard it. But instead, she got me.
And even though it took a while, I did eventually get it…well some of it. Enough to celebrate. Woohoo. And eventually I studied because I wanted to, I put what I learned into practice, because I wanted to. And it made all the difference. I think Grandma would be proud. She wanted to show me that it’s possible for all of us to step up and be great. Even me, dolly daydream that I was.
Four things that Grandma tried to teach:
1. Life will mirror my thoughts and feelings, so I must guard them well. I can try and change the mirror and I might even get it fogged up for a while, but pretty soon…too darn soon for me…the old me just shows up and there’s my old reflection showing up in the events and experiences of my life.
One of my friends likens trying to change the mirror to re-arranging the deck chairs on the Titantic…sort of wasting valuable time…better to just jump ship! Have some faith it’ll all work out.
2. Any limitations I have belong to me, they were imposed by me and can only be changed be me. I need a new concept of myself. One with no limits would be great…but I can live with one that has higher limits…for now. And the next trick is to stop arguing for those old limitations. It’s all too easy to find ourselves talking about and arguing for the very things we don’t want. What’s with that?
3. I can’t desire something and then complain when I get it. Maybe I want success and then I have the cheek to complain when I get it… and what happens next? Yep, you guessed it, success slips out of the window. I’ve been there, seen that and certainly done it.
Whine, whine, I’m under pressure. Whine, whine I’ve got too much to do. Whine, whine I’ll never get it done. What a great combination of arguing for limitations and complaining about success. This is a good one…not!
4. People, like horses will only do what they have a mind to do, stemming from that old favourite, you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink. Grandma could teach me practical operating methods for living a large and beautiful life. She could show me the spiritual truths of these principles, whilst omitting the science piece of the puzzle…it wasn’t what interested her, but she knew that without application they were as useless as a gift you never unwrap. Or a thirsty horse who was too silly to drink.
Her words were inspiring and motivating, but as it is for us all, only we can open ourselves up, so that we can see and hear and feel them. She trusted and believed I would get there.
How am I doing so far Grandma?
Leave a comment below. Have you had someone in your life who believed in you, until you were ready to believe in yourself? We all need to hear this.
Encourage one other.