I was once told that the things that irritate us about other people often reflect something unresolved within ourselves. At first, I resisted that idea. Surely the problem belonged to them, not me.
Tag: perceptions
One Glance, One Story, And I Got It Wrong
In choosing this, I change how I show up in the world. And perhaps, in small and quiet ways, that makes the world around me a kinder place.
Life Between the Silos: Only Part of the Story
I live in rural America where silos stand tall against the skyline of farm ground and small towns. They are practical structures, useful for storing grain and keeping things contained. Yet the word
When perceptions aren’t the whole story
I’ve always found it fascinating that siblings can grow up the same family, share the same experiences, and walk away with entirely different stories about what happened. My sister and I are only
Not One Way: Brushing, Rinsing, and Listening
If people close to me can hold such differing views on something as simple as rinsing after brushing, then no wonder an entire nation struggles with differing perspectives on far more complex issue
The Story That Plays on Repeat
What’s the story that plays on repeat in your mind, the one you’ve carried with you for years?
When Love Doesn’t Require Agreement
I had a hard conversation with a loved one recently. We disagreed on the topic at hand. Each of us spoke freely and shared differing perspectives, but when the conversation ended, neither of us had
The power of one small shift
I recently had the privilege of participating in a peer interview. It was my first experience, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. I listened intently and even asked thoughtful questions, eager to l
The small shifts that change us all
Instantly, judgement and blame swirled in my head. Old offenses surfaced. I felt separate from them, and they became the “other.” Conflict had begun, and its roots quickly spread through my hea
The Gift Behind the Imperfect Offering
Have you ever received a child’s gift? I remember the glimmer in his eye and the excitement in her smile. The creation-likely made from paper, glue, and love–didn’t carry much market value. B