Why was I so tired? The weekend went well, people were engaged, and I had fun. At first, I attributed it to doing something new, and similar to building new muscles, we can get fatigued. Later, I would realize that the exhausting part wasn’t that I was new at it; it was because I was trying to be good at it.
I was sitting on my couch, having a cup of coffee, and reading when a loud thump made me jump. I looked over and realized a bird had collided with my window. While reading “When birds hit windows,” this sentence stood out for me, “Most often, window collisions happen because birds see various reflections in the glass and mistake those reflections for something real.” My immediate thought when reading this was, “Yeah. I get it. Me too.”
Have you ever needed to have an important conversation and found yourself thinking it over and over in your mind – a lot? Me too. It seems like the smart thing, or a necessary thing, to do if we want that conversation to go as well as possible. What if this is a misunderstanding and influence doesn’t come from what we say but from our presence?
With all the attention on the New Year, I vacillate between enthusiasm and indifference. I can relate to the hopefulness of possibility as well as the cynicism of short-lived commitments, and it has me reflecting on my relationship with self-help and self-improvement.