I can't possibly be the only one who's mom has impeccable insight into their life, right? I could be stubborn as all get out, and here she comes at me with this stone cold truth, smack to the face. I'll begin to argue, but my brain snags the train of thought - wait, this is MOM, she might have a point here; after all, she does know a thing or two about me...
Moms have that strange knack for cutting through the crap, and telling you exactly what you needed someone to break down for you. Mine did that for me this week. "You need to decide what's actually important, and let the other things go." It felt like a zing at first. Then I went with it for a few hours. Oh, my attitude affects my circumstance? Nahhh...
Here she whips out this simple yet powerful wisdom, like a hunter would pull an arrow from the quiver; at just the precise moment. It pierces: let the other things go.
I began to think all those little things made up something big, and I just needed to be told different. Take a step back, take a breath, take it in. Sometimes I mix up taking stock and analyzing. I'm big into analyzing. However, the tendency toward picking things apart and answering the "Why?" can get in the way of knowing where things stand, whereas broadening the frame of view might allow the reality to jump out.
For instance as a photographer, I could nitpick so many things (and I'm sure better ones do), but I often decide upon my subject of focus, frame my shot, open my other eye, adjust the frame, and shoot. Decide, frame, see the rest, re-frame, shoot. The little things tend to just work.
I think often our blind spots -- or maybe rather, the places and things we choose not to see, require others to open our eyes to.
