Cascading.
The extent to which we control our health is the subject of my recent deep dives in reading.
As a culture, we have come to understand that controlling factors in our external environment – along with what we put into our bodies – has a direct correlation to our health and longevity.
Nicotine, for example, is bad for our lungs and cardiovascular system. The link of cigarette smoking and secondhand smoke to cancer and heart disease was eventually accepted by our society, and policies to restrict its use and exposure to bystanders are now the norm – although that process took decades.
Not so for other countries around the world who think we are unreasonably possessed and controlling in our zealous quest to stop smoking. They light up whenever and wherever they please, thank you.
So, it’s easy to see it’s going to be a harder ‘sell’ to shine a light on how influential our inner environment – created by how our thoughts change the chemistry in our body – is on our health.
Even when I am learning about the influence of positive or negative thinking, the application of my knowledge is spotty.
Sigh.
But we learn from our mistakes, right?
I know that everything I think is my choice. Sure, I may have been conditioned by circumstances to respond to situations in a certain way, but as a reasoning adult with access to the latest information, I can gain tools to think and respond differently.
One of my new tools is, You Are the Placebo, by Dr. Joe Dispenza. This book is broadening my understanding of what is physically happening when we think and how thought can change so much relating to our health.
So – returning to last week’s mention of an exploding glass dish that sprayed tiny shards all over my kitchen and beyond – I had a choice to make.
Explode like that glass bowl – or not.
After the initial reaction of dismay – this was a marvel in glass breaking, I must admit – I was immediately disheartened at the extent of the damage.
An open dishwasher with clean dishes exposed to breakage. Open deep drawer of dishes sprayed with glass shards. A just-cleaned floor littered with glass and carpet nine feet away with glitters of glass.
Everything in sight had to be cleaned, recleaned, and cleaned up again. Broom. Gloves. Vacuum. Wiped. Over and over.
Surely, I deserved a meltdown or just a bit of rage. You think?
I knew I was in control of my reaction. My mantra is, after all, my mind believes what I tell it. I needed to be careful how I related to this inconvenience. Really, it was not life-altering, after all.
The slow burn of discouragement of having all my earlier work wiped away came to a crescendo when I was asked, “What happened”?
Then I chose to let loose. I chose to label all the negative things directly and capped it off with how ticked off I was.
So there!
Probably even a little dramatic.
I thought venting would help. Wrong. A wave of negativity physically flowed through me even hours later.
I was emotional earlier in the day. What I was feeling that night was physical.
Examining why I had chosen to be as emotional as I was at the time, has proven to be helpful. Sometimes there are subplots to our outbursts.
I am not advocating ignoring emotions – but a few messages were driven home for me.
1) I could have chosen to laugh at the absurdity of my predicament.
2) I could have asked for help.
3) I could have measured my verbal response to be less dramatic.
It was a matter of choice. I am here to tell you that I physically felt the ramifications of that choice hours later.
We’ve heard, “you are what you eat.” I can add another aspect to that, “you are what you think.”
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Right there learning with you –
Deidre
