Are You A Knucklehead?

Hey, when you are being a knucklehead… does it mean, you ARE a knucklehead? Or you are just doing the only exercise most people do: jumping into conclusions.

Listen if you can recognize yourself in these stories:

A lot of my clients find themselves in a trap…

For example, they make a mistake. They are frustrated. Or they are scared. Or they are angry. Or they are devastated. Even suicidal.

They say to themselves: Here I go again!… I am never going to get it right! I better give up while I am ahead! I am stupid! I am a loser! and on and on and on I could go with the examples how people abuse themselves.

Other times someone compliments them, and their ego swells, and they feel that they are good looking, a winner, well liked, smart, even brilliant.

Often, someone else makes a mistake, and they decide that the other person is no good, and isn’t worth investing their time into whatever they were doing together.

Parents do this to their kids all the time. My parents did it to me too…

I was dyslexic and I was near sighted… Reading was not my strong suit, in fact I didn’t really learn to read until I was about 9 years old. I figured out a method of stabilize my head, block out the peripheral vision, and then, and only then, I could read… if I was calm enough, if no one was watching, etc.

Until this day, my knee jerk reaction, to everything, is smart/stupid. I am not alone, right?Eight years ago I had a health issue and I had to be operated on. I had no money, no insurance, so a doctor operated on me as a favor to his friend who was my client.The operation didn’t go too well, and I came out of it with serious vertigo, and as it turned out later, a massive drop in my I.Q. I call it brain damage, though it was never diagnosed, because I wowed never set foot in a doctor’s office again.

Some intellectual functions were untouched, but basic survival functions were seriously limited. I could not figure out simple things, what to do first, and what to do second, I could not combine change to pay for the toll on the highway, it was bad.

I could drive. And one day my truck broke down and luckily I wasn’t alone. We called AAA and a tow truck came to pick us up.

The truck driver, a good looking lad around 30, was obviously retarded. Happy, talkative, but a simpleton.

I asked how he managed to be so happy. He said: when made mistakes as a child, his mother never called him names, simply said: “You just made an error in judgment.” So he never told himself that he was stupid, or he couldn’t, or any of the crap we tell ourselves… he grew up a happy man, useful in the world, fairly successful as well. Nowadays making a living is success in and of itself. Coupled with happiness: a big success.

I found his story very inspiring. I remembered that I used to be smart, and I set out to come back to that. It took me 4 years, and today I am as smart as I used to be.

So what is the point, you ask?

If and when you can tell apart who you are (an unlimited being in physical form) and who you are being in the moment (even if that moment is a long one!) then you can easily return to who you really are, smart, powerful, generous, kind, loving… and won’t be trapped by your own judgment of you.

Do you have a story to tell? Please don’t hesitate to tell us in the comment form. We would all like to learn from story.

Sophie