Simply Me: Contentment

Monday, January 28, 2008

Contentment

I sit down to write with a grateful heart today. I have decided to be delighted. An attitude of gratitude. I am simply happy. Let me tell you why. I have lived in the same house for twenty years. It is small. No basement, no rec room, no rooms of one's own, no privacy, no space, no secrets. We raised four kids here with one bathroom. We have never built on an addition or remodeled. Our heat is an old woodstove, we do not own a washer, dryer or dishwasher. It WAS always hard through those years watching everyone I knew get new houses, bigger houses, nicer houses, adding on because another child was born, remodeling, landscaping, installing pools and appliances. Many years ago a lady commented to me she felt sorry for Caroline Ingalls on the Little House TV show, watching everyone else get more modern new homes, labor saving devices to lighten their workload & even eventually telephones, while poor Caroline was still stuck in that broken down Shanty on the Prairie. :) Another friend told me once that living in my house was like trying to live in a Third World country, but that the hard part was no one else around me was doing it. That was great insight. There are days when it is very hard. It is extremely difficult to relate with women discussing which pool chemicals & liners to buy when it just took me 20 minutes to run enough water to fill up a sink to wash some dishes. It is sometimes hard to visit all the Barbie Dream Houses and be given the tour & shown the Berber carpet, new appliances and decor as I have never picked out a piece of furniture new from a store. It is really hard overhearing all the Christmas morning phone calls from your kid's friends listing all the new expensive high tech toys they got that you know your kid wanted. It's hard to keep your sense of humor when scraping ice off the inside of the bathroom window while you shower knowing that my friend is in her hot tub. It is difficult when everyone you know goes to the beach for a vacation every summer. We don't have a stereo or satellite radio...we have a radio. We have this computer because it was free deal from our phone company. Groovy. We don't have cell phones or satellite television. We have an old set someone gave us that gets one PBS channel. I don't know what an IPOD or a Bluetooth is, but am pretty sure we don't have one. So, yeah, I can easily fall down the slippery slope & into the trap of thinking about all those folks and comparing my house to theirs. But I have a better plan and here is what I do instead. I take my lovely dogs out to walk down the road then I turn around and look down at my broken old house, with smoke curling out of the pipe. I know that inside there are warm happy children, stacks of books and good nourishing food to eat. I look at the beautiful oak trees that are older than I am and will be here when I am gone and I can see the river in the distance. I hear the geese fly overhead in the sky above me and remember the fields and trails to enjoy but that we don't have to mow. I recall all the dinners, sleepovers & endless parties and how many times our kids have fit over 30 people in our tiny little house. Then I think to myself, WOW. My house is a very very very fine house. Then I come inside, put some wood on the fire, look at my cracked dry hands and immediately start to think about everyone I know that gets manicures and hair done and... wait. So I go to the shelf and take down my book, Women of the Material World & I read about how MOST women live in this world and I look at the pictures of their homes & I read what their days consist of and the work they have to do. I think of my own friends who have gone to Africa with their small children to make the world a better place spiritually... I start to cry and I ask God's forgiveness & vow again to do what I have been called to do. To raise children who do not feel entitled, who know how to walk lightly upon this Earth He has given us and to "live simply that others might simply live". I recall something I read once by Chuck Swindoll that changed my thought life many years ago

"The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life.

Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness, or skill. It will make or break a company ... a church ... a home.

The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past. We cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable.

The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude ... I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me, and 90% how I react to it. And so it is with you ... we are in charge of our Attitudes."

My house was the same house it was before I took my walk yet now it seemed...brighter, cozier. You cannot always change your circumstances but you can always change your mind. So I make myself a cup of tea, turn on Prairie Home Companion on public radio, sit down in my old hand-me-down ugly chair and pet my purring Siamese cat I rescued from the animal shelter. My kids remind me that the Nature show we have been waiting for comes on PBS tonight & ask if I will pop some corn for it, can we please go to the river, is Daddy bringing home books from the library & do I think the fresh pineapple we bought will be ripe enough to cut tonight. I remember our old car won't be taking us to the beach for an ocean vacation but that the boys will be going fishing or hunting or to a matinee with their Dad on his day off because he won't be too busy maintaining property and possessions. My beautiful Spaniel puts her chin on my lap and looks up at me with those eyes full of love and I think how good my life is and how very content I am. I now feel overwhelmed with the abundance and goodness in my life. I think of Thoreau's quote, "Money is not required to buy one necessity of the soul". Before long I'm starting to feel bad for the people who have so much and wish instead I could share my contentment with them. :) It is truly the most satisfying feeling in this whole wide world.

3 comments:

Shasta said...: Oh yeah and I love that kitty!!!; Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Shasta said...: I struggle with wanting more. Not so much more stuff but a bigger house. I posted recently tho that I like our little trailor. It forces people who visit to be close. They can't spread out in several other rooms away from each other. The are literally forced to sit in the floor or right next to one another and interact. I love sitting on the floor when company is over and feeling so small. They tower over me when they stand and well I feel like a little kid again being protected by the people who love me most. We do have a lot of technology flowing through our house and sometimes I wish that we didn't. Sometimes that is but it usually fades. You have a house that is full of love and eccentricity that I love to visit!! I wish sometimes it was always that way where ever I go. Your home reminds me of the home I was raised in. I love your home and those who inhabit it!!; Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Lovely Luna said...: During probably the worst time in my life I came across that quote from Swindol about attitude. Books are great, but for those of us with very short attention spans, short and inspiring quotes can teach us much. One of my favorites is quoted from the apostle Paul in Phillipians 4:11..."for I have learned how to be content with whatever I have". Going even further to verse 12..."I know how to live on almost nothing or with everythng. I have learned the secret of living in every situation, whether it is with a full stomack or empty, with plenty or little". Some might read this and say "I don't know what it's like to have plenty". When we look around (the world, our nation, our own communities and
neighborhoods),we learn that there is always someone who has more and there is someone who has less than we do. It's all a matter of perspective, attitude and choices. Lastly, verse 13 assures us..."For I can do everything through Christ, who gives me strength." I thank God and give him the glory for everything, to includes my circumstances and my attitude.
God Bless Us All!!!; Thursday, January 31, 2008

Caring for Your Introvert

The Atlantic Monthly | March 2003

DO YOU KNOW someone who needs hours alone every day? Who loves quiet conversations about feelings or ideas, and can give a dynamite presentation to a big audience, but seems awkward in groups and maladroit at small talk? Who has to be dragged to parties and then needs the rest of the day to recuperate? Who growls or scowls or grunts or winces when accosted with pleasantries by people who are just trying to be nice?

If so, do you tell this person he is "too serious," or ask if he is okay? Regard him as aloof, arrogant, rude? Redouble your efforts to draw him out?

If you answered yes to these questions, chances are that you have an introvert on your hands—and that you aren't caring for him properly. Science has learned a good deal in recent years about the habits and requirements of introverts. It has even learned, by means of brain scans, that introverts process information differently from other people (I am not making this up). If you are behind the curve on this important matter, be reassured that you are not alone. Introverts may be common, but they are also among the most misunderstood and aggrieved groups in America, possibly the world.

I know. My name is Jonathan, and I am an introvert.

Oh, for years I denied it. After all, I have good social skills. I am not morose or misanthropic. Usually. I am far from shy. I love long conversations that explore intimate thoughts or passionate interests. But at last I have self-identified and come out to my friends and colleagues. In doing so, I have found myself liberated from any number of damaging misconceptions and stereotypes. Now I am here to tell you what you need to know in order to respond sensitively and supportively to your own introverted family members, friends, and colleagues. Remember, someone you know, respect, and interact with every day is an introvert, and you are probably driving this person nuts. It pays to learn the warning signs.

What is introversion? In its modern sense, the concept goes back to the 1920s and the psychologist Carl Jung. Today it is a mainstay of personality tests, including the widely used Myers-Briggs Type Indicator. Introverts are not necessarily shy. Shy people are anxious or frightened or self-excoriating in social settings; introverts generally are not. Introverts are also not misanthropic, though some of us do go along with Sartre as far as to say "Hell is other people at breakfast." Rather, introverts are people who find other people tiring.

Extroverts are energized by people, and wilt or fade when alone. They often seem bored by themselves, in both senses of the expression. Leave an extrovert alone for two minutes and he will reach for his cell phone. In contrast, after an hour or two of being socially "on," we introverts need to turn off and recharge. My own formula is roughly two hours alone for every hour of socializing. This isn't antisocial. It isn't a sign of depression. It does not call for medication. For introverts, to be alone with our thoughts is as restorative as sleeping, as nourishing as eating. Our motto: "I'm okay, you're okay—in small doses."

How many people are introverts? I performed exhaustive research on this question, in the form of a quick Google search. The answer: About 25 percent. Or: Just under half. Or—my favorite—"a minority in the regular population but a majority in the gifted population."

Are introverts misunderstood? Wildly. That, it appears, is our lot in life. "It is very difficult for an extrovert to understand an introvert," write the education experts Jill D. Burruss and Lisa Kaenzig. (They are also the source of the quotation in the previous paragraph.) Extroverts are easy for introverts to understand, because extroverts spend so much of their time working out who they are in voluble, and frequently inescapable, interaction with other people. They are as inscrutable as puppy dogs. But the street does not run both ways. Extroverts have little or no grasp of introversion. They assume that company, especially their own, is always welcome. They cannot imagine why someone would need to be alone; indeed, they often take umbrage at the suggestion. As often as I have tried to explain the matter to extroverts, I have never sensed that any of them really understood. They listen for a moment and then go back to barking and yipping.

Are introverts oppressed? I would have to say so. For one thing, extroverts are overrepresented in politics, a profession in which only the garrulous are really comfortable. Look at George W. Bush. Look at Bill Clinton. They seem to come fully to life only around other people. To think of the few introverts who did rise to the top in politics—Calvin Coolidge, Richard Nixon—is merely to drive home the point. With the possible exception of Ronald Reagan, whose fabled aloofness and privateness were probably signs of a deep introverted streak (many actors, I've read, are introverts, and many introverts, when socializing, feel like actors), introverts are not considered "naturals" in politics.

Extroverts therefore dominate public life. This is a pity. If we introverts ran the world, it would no doubt be a calmer, saner, more peaceful sort of place. As Coolidge is supposed to have said, "Don't you know that four fifths of all our troubles in this life would disappear if we would just sit down and keep still?" (He is also supposed to have said, "If you don't say anything, you won't be called on to repeat it." The only thing a true introvert dislikes more than talking about himself is repeating himself.)

With their endless appetite for talk and attention, extroverts also dominate social life, so they tend to set expectations. In our extrovertist society, being outgoing is considered normal and therefore desirable, a mark of happiness, confidence, leadership. Extroverts are seen as bighearted, vibrant, warm, empathic. "People person" is a compliment. Introverts are described with words like "guarded," "loner," "reserved," "taciturn," "self-contained," "private"—narrow, ungenerous words, words that suggest emotional parsimony and smallness of personality. Female introverts, I suspect, must suffer especially. In certain circles, particularly in the Midwest, a man can still sometimes get away with being what they used to call a strong and silent type; introverted women, lacking that alternative, are even more likely than men to be perceived as timid, withdrawn, haughty.

Are introverts arrogant? Hardly. I suppose this common misconception has to do with our being more intelligent, more reflective, more independent, more level-headed, more refined, and more sensitive than extroverts. Also, it is probably due to our lack of small talk, a lack that extroverts often mistake for disdain. We tend to think before talking, whereas extroverts tend to think by talking, which is why their meetings never last less than six hours. "Introverts," writes a perceptive fellow named Thomas P. Crouser, in an online review of a recent book called Why Should Extroverts Make All the Money? (I'm not making that up, either), "are driven to distraction by the semi-internal dialogue extroverts tend to conduct. Introverts don't outwardly complain, instead roll their eyes and silently curse the darkness." Just so.

The worst of it is that extroverts have no idea of the torment they put us through. Sometimes, as we gasp for air amid the fog of their 98-percent-content-free talk, we wonder if extroverts even bother to listen to themselves. Still, we endure stoically, because the etiquette books—written, no doubt, by extroverts—regard declining to banter as rude and gaps in conversation as awkward. We can only dream that someday, when our condition is more widely understood, when perhaps an Introverts' Rights movement has blossomed and borne fruit, it will not be impolite to say "I'm an introvert. You are a wonderful person and I like you. But now please shush."

How can I let the introvert in my life know that I support him and respect his choice? First, recognize that it's not a choice. It's not a lifestyle. It's an orientation.

Second, when you see an introvert lost in thought, don't say "What's the matter?" or "Are you all right?"

Third, don't say anything else, either.

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