Our need to be right creates most of our life’s drama.
Whoa, that’s something to think on, right? This is not my tidbit of wisdom. It was offered to me by someone wiser and saner than me but it was so simple that it got my attention.
A Course in Miracles poses the question,” Do you want to be right or do you want to be happy?”
I often, only half joking, say both!
Now I don’t always think I am right. In fact, I am often wrong. But do I want to be right? You better believe it. Don’t we all? And sometimes about the most trivial things.
We dig our heels in on silliness such as this: My husband butters his bagel and then toasts it. In my mind, I am sure he is wrong. Part of my self-assuredness comes from the fact that my toaster is sticky, icky and goopy from this practice. That seems abnormal, right?
And here’s the rub for most of us. It’s not how I do it (translation: your way is wrong). I don’t know anyone else, except him, that approaches their bagel toasting/buttering this way, therefore, he must be wrong.
The real answer is, who cares? Who cares which way the toilet paper is put on the holder. As long as there is toilet paper isn’t that a win?
Who cares if he butters first, toasts second? Really, only me when I am cleaning the counter under the toaster. And the truth is I care less about the order of toasting and buttering and more about the counter being forever sticky. I could probably solve this if I really wanted to and leave the rest.
I am working on being able to distinguish between what I prefer and what is actually right. It might make my days go a little more smoothly.
Sunshine & Sarcasm,
Lowi & G