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The Sound Of Our Own Wheels
Thursday, May 18, 2017 16:04
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“Try dying every day to your old self so that you emerge renewed and young again as the tired mind sheds its load”.
-Kristen Zambucka
Let’s be honest. Aren’t we all just a little tired in ways that have nothing to do with a lack of sleep? I call it being psychically tired. It’s part being physically tired. It’s part being emotionally tired. It’s part being spiritually tired. Life is hard for all of us even if we have lives that many would consider very nice. Life is sometimes harder for us as individuals because of our own dysfunctional behavior patterns. The rock band “The Eagles” have a song lyric that goes “Don’t let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy”. This is what many of us do. If life isn’t challenging enough we drive ourselves crazy with the sound of our own wheels. In my mind the “sound of our own wheels” is our dysfunctional behavior. After many years I have realized that people don’t really change much and they are who they are. This is certainly true with people within my own family, people in the workplace, and with myself. I can help guide behavior but I can rarely change it in others. It is the same with me as a person and a leader. My strengths are my strengths and my weaknesses are my weaknesses. My weaknesses will never be my strengths. Our personalities never really change. We just become older and hopefully better versions of ourselves. When I had only been married a short period of time, my wife complained to my mother that I was obsessed with music. My mother told her to relax because I would get over it when I grew up. 42 years later at age 66 I have a music collection that probably contains 3,000 CD’s. They take up an entire wall of my room at home. In the next month I will be attending two major rock concerts. I am still a hippie and still a little rebellious. We are what we are. Having said all of this, sometimes I wear myself out with my dysfunctions, my obsessions, and the sound of my own wheels. Know what I mean? I would like to sometimes wake up to a new and renewed version of myself. By the way, my mother is now 87 years old and probably still waiting for me to grow up.
Source: http://tiedyedmystic.blogspot.com/2017/05/the-sound-of-our-own-wheels.html
