Sunday, July 16, 2006

Life's Lessons in Little Chunks

Once in a while, an idea crosses my mind, and perhaps is, as Richard said someone once told him about his brainstorm: "Anything in your brain is a storm", but here is the idea, and here is why I am posting it on this site.

I was thinking about some of life's lessons learned in the few (little humor there) short years I have lived, and realized that many of those lessons were encapsulated within a short time in an identifiable place, but have profoundly influenced my life, hopefully in a good way. Then I decided to write about them, and wondered if perhaps some of you might want to contribute.

One that comes to mind is an event that occurred at a state institution where I worked a brief stint. The day was rushed, meetings back to back, undercurrents, open conflicts, competitive and turf-protecting staff quibbling--the usual. We were getting ready for a staffing, one of those events where the "Team", composed of representatives from every level, every activity area, every profession represented on the place--gathered to discuss matters of questionable import regarding clients or residents or consumers or whatever appellation was currently in vogue--great time and money wasters. Most of the people were bustling about furiously, or quibbling about some now long-forgotten divergence of opinion, but Rusty, the psychologist, sat at the table, serenely perusing some reading material. Rusty was the only person not to have been involved in the discussion and the only person remaining calm. He always appeared calm. I asked him (he was sitting next to me) how he stayed so serene in the middle of this mess, and his reply was one that I have both heard many times since, and have used myself on numerous occasions: "I choose my battles and this is not one of them".

Simple words, simple concept, not so simple to apply. Over the years the concept has helped me tremendously to remain relatively unaffected by chaos--when I remember to apply it.

So here is my request: If you have memories like that, and if you want to share them, please do. If you are willing for me to quote you when I write this, please say so--whether identified or anonymous.

Thanks.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Re: Ed's maddening fellow. Here, in a society where everybody lives on top of everybody else, many people have developed interesting approaches to group dynamics. The most intriguing one for me is the ultimate goal of selling some idea so delicately that the other person truly believes it's his own idea. It's the end goal the first person values. Plus, I think it helps keep the original thinkers from getting bored to death. Here, how to get people to do what you want them to do has been honed to a fine art. Would be called blatant manipulation, etc. other places....not here...it's the art of getting along.

Monday, July 17, 2006 8:40:00 AM  
Blogger David R. Snow said...

Betty: Seems to me that is what women in this society have done for a long time--not necessarily that the woman values the end goal more, although in some cases that is certainly true, but just because that is often the way to get things done.

Ed: I was relieved to hear that you had experienced the same occurrence, because I have attributed that event (having someone else come up with the idea a short while after haveing either been ignored or the idea rejected) many times to my being female in a group of males. It has been noted that I have a bias in that direction.

Monday, July 17, 2006 9:49:00 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

The two months I recently spent in Oklahoma trying to 'get on my feet' taught me that it's really true that God helps those who help themselves. I took some friends up on an offer to stay with them rent free, and it amounted to me being expected to become subservient to them. Not liking the situation, I chose to move here to Arkansas, though my job with Wal-Mart was iffy, I had nothing to my name, and I would living from paycheck to paycheck even if my transfer went through. That was three weeks ago. I am now living in an apartment with furniture, dishes, pots, and pans. I have a little money in the bank, and am starting back to school on August 21st. I am trying to evolve, but I don't think I could have come this far in such a short time without the help of others. Family helped, but even random strangers came out of the preverbial woodwork to provide dishes and linens and furniture, and at risk of sounding like Blanche DuBois, I have always depended on the kindness of strangers...

Tuesday, July 25, 2006 1:48:00 PM  

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