While getting my hair cut yesterday, I said something about my bangs, and how everyone would think I was trying to change the shape of my face. And I realized: Likely, no one gave a shit about the shape of my face or about my hair, except when I let it get long and scruffy looking. I said something to that effect to the stylist, and she laughed her head off. Apparently, this is a lesson a lot of people learn early in their lives, that I am still getting used to. Namely:
The universe does not revolve around me.
Does that seem hard to anyone else.? I would guess that people with intact self-esteem haven’t worried about this at all. Unfortunately, I have been.
In one instance, my sadness over the decline in the number of hits to my blog. What the hell am I thinking? With millions of blogs online, why should I worry that fewer people are looking at mine? I should be, and I’m doing my best to be, grateful that anyone wants to read what I say.
That is not poor me, either. The lift I get from my readers is valuable — no doubt about that — but from others? Why would I think that my blog out of all those blogs, should be attracting more people? I like what it is doing in my life, and I hope you all enjoy it, get something out of it. But who died and made me queen of everything?
From The Four Agreements Cards, by Don Miguel Ruiz, I drew:
Personal importance, or taking things personally, is the maximum expression of selfishness, because we make the assumption that everything is about “ME.”
This card could have been written just for me.
Oops — I’m doing it again!