Monday, 9 November 2015
A few weeks ago I was listening to Tapestry on CBC radio and one of the interviews was with a philosophy professor, Massimo Pigliucci. The interview struck a chord with me and I looked into it a bit more. I came across a handbook, "Live Like A Stoic For A Week" and I thought I'd give it a shot. I tried a bit. Did a little meditating. Thought about myself in the grand scheme of things.
Then I got shingles and I fell down and hit my head but I still tried to remember one key concept, the question I need to ask myself always, "Is this in my control?" And if the answer is no, to let it go.
So far, not so bad. I work with a couple of nurses who would not win any nurse of the year awards. One is oblivious and lazy, while the other is rude and a drama queen. Neither one are exactly competent. They push all my buttons and I usually lose it on them about once a year. I'm tired of having my buttons pushed.
Last week, even though I felt like death warmed over, I asked the question, "Is this in my control?" And if it wasn't, and it usually isn't, then I let go of it. That's pretty good for me. When I feel like crap my patience for bullshit is very low.
This week I feel like a human being again. My head is still a little scrambled from hitting it but not too bad. Although I did ask a friend about her pretzels, instead of her shingles this morning.
Most of all though I'm trying to remember to stand back and ask myself that question and then move on. I also try to remember that in the history of the earth, my life has about as much significance as a squirrel or a thistle for that matter. So when things are bugging me, I think about the squirrel and the thistle. Sounds like an English pub to me but it makes me feel better. Then I ask myself, "Is this in my control?"
At least I know I'm not alone. Turns out the Greeks where thinking about this kind of stuff five thousand years ago. It's kind of comforting.