The triangle with the exclamation point inside lit up big
and red on the dashboard this morning. Hmmm, I thought, I don’t think that’s
supposed to happen. The dashboard display was dark, but the car seemed to be on.
Hard to tell, though, since the hybrid Prius is silent running on battery
alone.
Sitting in the car in the garage, I pulled out the manual to
decode the symbol. Turning from page to page, see this, see that, refer to
such-and-such a section, I finally found a limited explanation. The one sentence
description was long, the punctuation confusing and I couldn’t quite decipher
the meaning. Was this a fatal event or a simple warning? I pushed the power
button to turn off the car. Then pushed it again to restart. No red triangle.
Good, I thought, nothing’s wrong.
I used the same judgment process with my old therapist. In one of our inaugural
session, I asked T about email. I wanted to establish the boundaries of our
communication up-front. T hesitated, then said okay, couched in a significant
limitation. I heard “yes,” the desired response, but ignored the disbelief I
felt regarding her limitation. The first wedge of distrust was planted before
we’d even established the ground rules. Wedges, by their very definition, are
triangular. They start small and widen. It wasn’t a big red light, but it was a
warning that I didn’t heed.
Within six months, I had accumulated other concerns and
disbeliefs about oldT. At the same time, though, I was exposing my warts,
sharing my soul, telling my secrets. There were things I liked about oldT. My
attachment grew. At the same time my connection was deepening, my distrust was
widening. The relationship ended; it had too. But by then it had turned into a
train wreck.
The signals wouldn’t be there if they didn’t mean something.
Pay attention.
The
more I pay attention to what's going on inside, the more I realize that how I
feel, and how I react to what I feel, really creates my reality. And the more
in touch I can be, the better chance I have to control what's happening in my
life. -Ricky Williams
Are you paying attention?
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