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: perspective
Where Common Ground is Found
After traveling around the world, I have come to realize that I am no different–no better and no worse–than anyone else. Every culture offers unique experiences, beliefs, traditions, and values
The Version of Me Only I Can See
Once in a while, I bump into the reality that my self-concept doesn’t quite match reality.
Try It Again: How encouragement can change everything
I watched as she started to sit down, discouraged. A friend in the crowd shouted, “Try it again.” She scanned the crowd and saw something different. The crowd in our section was ready. So, she
When the Towers Fall: What Are We Really Building?
My grandsons love to knock down a tower. I stack the blocks as fast as I can before they “boom” them down. Belly laughs echo through the room. Then I build again.
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
Everyone’s Different, Everyone’s the Same
I traveled to the city and rode the subway. As I looked around, I saw no one that looked like me. Beautiful brown tones in every variation surrounded me, and my own lack of tone stood out. I felt d
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
Life in the Margins
Maybe it was a birthday party everyone else got invited to but you. The sleepover you heard about on Monday morning. The playground game where you stood waiting, hoping not to be picked last.