Sometimes it is so easy to allow inappropriate pressures to dominate our waking moments. What we lose sight of is that each moment is a fraction of a day, and the total of the good moments vs. the total of the stressed and hassled moments in any given day dictate something we call our "quality of life".
I have been under a fair bit of (totally self induced) pressure of late and a few days break with my family over Easter visiting relatives suddenly jolted everything back into perspective.
In a moment I got the importance of spending time with my children instead of doing stuff that to grow the business, or promote my book. Of course there was all the other pile of "stuff" that has been so important of late too.
In a flash it occurred to me that we were creating lifelong memories that my children will carry with them long after we are gone. I remember so fondly time spent with my Grandfather over 40 years ago, where he spent time with me when he probably had far more "important" things to do.
Of course I cannot all my time playing with the children, it is about balance and I simply had the balance in the wrong place. Of course I get deal of great joy out of helping other people and companies with their problems too. I had lost my way a little and had forgotten what is really important in the overall scheme of things.
So what caused this sudden shift in values? It was a simple exercise of being grateful from the inside out. Let me explain.
Starting from me, being grateful for my own gift of life and the opportunities I have been given. Being grateful for my wife and the closeness we share, being grateful for each of my children and the special moments we share, being grateful for the wonderful friends I have and how they are there when ever I need them (and I hope I for them). Feeling gratitude for my ability to help other people and the joy I get from that and so on, eventually feeling grateful for the universe and all the wonders that I don’t even know about yet.
Suddenly creating an immortal experience seemed to be an obviously better choice than getting the laptop out and working bringing. In came floods of deep fulfillment.
The thing is, I learned this exercise many years ago. As Homer Simpson would say…. DOH !!!!
Watching a child at play is one of the joys of life that I can never tire of. However to my shame I can remember saying things like "can you play a little more quietly" or "couldn't you do that outside", perhaps when I am involved in a conversation or other activity I mistakenly value as more important at that point in time.
I also remember the day I went from never wanting children to feeling that I had discovered the true meaning of why I am here. For me at least, they have become the essence of who I am. Yet even from that place I can still get it horribly wrong and discourage loud play or wish they would do what they are doing elsewhere.
Perhaps we do not mature as we get older, we get more stupid. Do you think that is possible? Our priorities become more material and less about things that are really important, such as time to talk or a warm embrace. We also learn not to try. When a child learns to walk it will try "until" it gets it, on the other hand an adult will often try something once and if it does not work will say "I tried it, it didn't work" and give up. Of course that is not true of everyone all the time, however even though I am acutely aware of this issue, I still find I still do it from time to time.
The thing is we forget who we are and the context we live in. There is a universal truth in nature where all things exist in one of two states, either growing or dying, there is no middle ground. It is not only true of every living organism but also applies to a friendship, a marriage, a company, a country, a religion ... everything. Think about it, can you think of anything that will survive in the middle of those two things. I can't and further to that I would say anything that appears at first sight to be in the middle, is actually dying.
When I think of my toughest challenges in life where I did not give up, win or lose I cannot think of one time where I wish I had not given it my very best. I can think of loads of times when I regret given up on something or someone, maybe learning a new skill or a relationship with a friend.
Somehow on the journey from a playful child who is into anything, through to adulthood, we acquire the skill to, in certain circumstances, stop trying or growing. Not always but I think it creeps up on us and suddenly we can find ourselves in overwhelm asking the question "is this it?”. Growth provides us with the juice of life, makes us feel younger and fitter and faster and more powerful the more we use it, like a muscle it builds until we become unstoppable. Alternatively it wastes away so we can hardly lift ourselves into the tasks of the day.
Of course it does not take an “Einstein” to work out how that may start from a parent saying things like "can you do that more quietly?" and the child learning that by trying less it can please the parent.
By staying inside our comfort zone, we may think we are protecting ourselves, perhaps from failure, whereas in fact we are slowly committing suicide. On the outside failing is a learning experience which makes our comfort zone get bigger if we say "well that wasn't so bad - next time I'll try this instead!!"
We need to stretch daily outside our comfort zone so it continues to grow bigger and bigger, otherwise it will shrink to a point it limits us from even the most basic pleasures of life.
So make today a day of growth...play loudly, play anytime, play anywhere... and dare to be different.