You know when you hear or read something that rattles neurons around in your brain and they reconfigure in a new and improved way? Like Oprah’s “AHA moments.” In my curiosity and sometimes pathological pursuit of self-improvement, I stumbled into one of these revelations.
Sometimes, I hear or read the same idea repeatedly without really internalizing it. Almost every lesson in my life could be broken down piece by piece to find one of The Four Agreements as its cornerstone; still, I struggle sometimes. “Wow, did I just take that personally?” “Am I making assumptions about someone’s motives?” Crap.
Onward to my point. I’m a big Brené Brown fan, and in her latest book Rising Strong, she writes about getting back up after we’ve been suffered a hardship. By breaking this struggle down into three distinct phases: rumble, reckoning and revolution, Brown offers commonsense tools that allow us to deal with our emotions rather than letting them deal with us. Here’s an excerpt where she eloquently explains this inner “rumble” you get to have.
The point that really got me was that when something happens, we take said event and filter it through our memories, experiences, insecurities–of course the shrewish voice of our inner critic gets to weigh in–and from all of that we formulate our view of the event and thereby our reaction. Often, that reaction has absolutely no basis in fact.
Here’s an example. I see a long-lost “friend” who I absolutely adore at a public event. I run up to give her a hug, and she steps back from me with a vibe that says she’s definitely not reciprocating my exuberant greeting. Now, I’m standing there feeling foolish. Embarrassed. Shamed. I stammer under my breath, “Hey, it was nice to see you; take care,” and walk quickly away, my cheeks burning and tears stinging my eyes.
Here is the story I hear in my head:
She never liked you.
She only pretended to like you because you hung around the same group of people.
No one really likes you.
People think you’re an asshole.
Even some of your own relatives talk nasty about you.
You’re worthless and unlovable and a fool.
Good. Grief. That is a wide swath of destruction from a 15-second interaction with a person who doesn’t cross my life or mind on a daily basis.
In the past, and by past I mean the 42 1/2 years before I read this book, that 15-second-interaction would have destroyed me for weeks, months, who knows how long, but I would have overthought the shit out of it.
However, with this new skillset–thank you, Dr. Brown–I thought about it, but in a more productive way. I tore apart those statements and addressed them not only as lies, but also really mean hateful lies that I would never speak to anyone. Course my inner critic–she’s such. a. bitch–seizes any opportunity to cut me to the quick.
The ensuing conversation in my brain went kind of like this:
So what had happened was: I saw a person I liked a lot, and she blew me off.
She never liked you. Maybe not, but I was always kind to her, and in the past she was kind to me also.
She only pretended to like you because you hung around the same group of people. So be it. I don’t hang around those people anymore, but I don’t dislike them. If that is the only reason she was nice to me, then she isn’t really the person I thought I adored.
No one really likes you. Bullshit. My husband and children adore me. I have incredible, loyal, and amazing friends.
People think you’re an asshole. I can be, for sure, but what other people think of me is none of my business. I really try hard to be kind and compassionate.
Even some of your own relatives talk nasty about you. Touché. And they are motivated by their own issues that I didn’t cause and I can’t fix.
You’re worthless and unlovable. So. Not. True. I mean that’s just ridiculous. That’s like calling a skinny girl fat. You’re just grasping for mean things to say now.
And so it goes. But for whatever reason, this time the lesson stuck. The story that I’m telling myself right now…about that interaction STUCK with me. I got it. Brené Brown, I love you.
Today, I saw this: