Today is the final day of my humility practice. How much stays with me, and how quickly I revert back to old patterns remains to be seen. I’ll keep you posted.
I’m attempting a month of humility:
Humility simply requires a man to think of his abilities and his actions as no greater, and no lesser, than they really are. Real humility then mandates that a man knows and is completely honest with himself.
So, this is what I’ve decided about humility: It’s like trying to cut your own hair. Sure, it’s possible, but is anyone (other than skinheads) happy with the results? The constant thought that I can handle it, it’s under control, has always has been my undoing. It’s not even so much the untrue thought; it’s the denial that something’s bothering me. Because once I admit I’m bothered, not only is it an admission of failure, but now I also have to name what it is. And 9 times out of 10, the thing that’s got me bothered is petty, or ego-driven, or fear-based, or imagined, or a smattering of them all.
That’s why it’s so important for me to quit trying to convince others that’s everything’s cool. They can see what I’ve done to my hair, and out of fear and spite I pretend that’s the way I like it.
What needs to happen is this: turn the clippers over to my higher power. Let him do the cutting. I don’t even need to keep my eyes open. All I have to do is sit back, relax, and breathe.