Selective Perspective

Picture this: A mother and daughter are looking at themyself:
snowfall from the front widow of their home. TheWhich perspective holds more value of the two
daughter thinks: "Great, No school tomorrow." Whilevisions I created? How do I look at the world and its
Mom is thinking, "Great, how will I get to workgoing's on? Are there adventures and challenges or
tomorrow?"problems and defeats? Am I feeling scarcity or
"Lights, Camera... Action!"abundance? Is my glass half empty or over flowing?
By Elizabeth TullDo I see possibilities or stops and drama? Did I
Andrea Shea Hudson, , a coaching friend of mine saidcreate the time to check in on these perceptions, or
to me recently:was I being reasonable: I am too busy, tired,
"If you're going to write the script for your life, whyover-committed and inundated with more important
not write a great one?"things. Then I thought:
The Blizzard of 2005 currently going on in New YorkWhat could possibly be more important than checking
was my thought with coffee this warm and sunnyin with or discovering my perspective, since that is
January morning here in Atlanta. After a quick prayerthe foundation that creates the way my life feels
that no one was seriously harmed, a wave ofand how I feel about the life I create?
homesickness swept through me.My answer:
How beautiful Boston and New York City are during aThe perspective I choose to live from today is a far
snowfall. People outdoors and on-foot, the stormcry from the perspective I was taught to have
leaving traffic stilled and quieted which opens up thethrough my family experiences, the media,
sound of those inhabiting the city without car hornsorganizations from the past, grade school and my
blaring, mass transit buses, and the sea of yellowprevious choices. I welcome crossroads today
taxis.because thru them I have the power of choosing the
Many neighborhoods feeling like neighborhoods due todirection I travel.
increased social activity available when the city isToday I am free, willing and unafraid to recall
closing down. The various architectures covered in aexperiences that may create homesickness, pain or
blanket of undisturbed whiteness, allowing thelonging in me. I can go home again without living in
environment to appear Norman Rockwell-ish, artisticthe past. There are memories there that leave me
and magical. An abundance of colored hats, gloveswarm inside and not depressed while I am conscious
and scarves along with some very creative winterto the gifts of my life here in Atlanta. It felt good
clothing for my neighbors and their pets. Childrenthis morning revisiting and picturing the possibilities of
busy with snowball fights, people playing with theiradventure, rediscovery and bonding during a
dogs, sledding in Central Park or The Bostonsnowstorm up north. I also believe anything I mourn
Commons, snowmen and ice sculptures reflecting theover was worth having in the first place. So that I do
voice of artists' talents and, of course, the smell ofnot end up back in my story or in the past
brownstone apartment fireplaces reminding me thatnegatively, I use an allotted time frame while I revisit
there is a warm place awaiting - with a mug of hotif I feel sadness, loss or pain. This is another new
chocolate or bowl of tomato soup.perspective for me. I was taught that you can't go
Sleep comes easily that night after a day of outdoorhome again and that the past should stay in the past.
adventure, bonding, and rediscovery.The empowerment I feel from choosing my
Meanwhile back in Atlanta, the "adult" I was taughtperspective comes from my commitments and risk
to be took over with my second cup of coffee:taking as well as long-term involvement in the
Puddles of slush, snow turning gray,brown andrecovery world, professional coaching, quality friends,
yellow; folks cranky due to mass transit systems andmentors, and consistently making the time to
airports running off-schedule; salt and plow trucksdiscover and utilize the tools for living and not just
blocking in vehicles and dirtying windshields. Cityexisting. For me, living is always having a choice.
sanitation workers unable to pick-up and discard pilesEveryone has choices in everything though only a
of garbage; snow days from school with no childcare;few of us learn how powerful that is when creating
frozen wiper blades; and having to walk to the storethe present and future. Today I choose to not only
for provisions in the wind and cold.discover and pick up the tools but to apply my
I smiled. How drastically my perceptions had alteredenergies for living into an extraordinary life. This I do
and shifted. "The scripts I write are based on myby action around my commitments and that I do for
perspectives, aren't they?" I commented to Andreamy legacy, my children and my children's children.
in my head. The two visions I had just created areThat's my script, and I'm sticking to it.
two very different scripts based on two very"If you're going to write the script for your life, why
different perspectives. I stood at a crossroad in mynot write a good one?"
mind.How important is it to understand your perspective?
Which perspective of the above two best reflect meYou decide.
today? I thought. I chose to open my recovery andExtraordinary living is a birthright. Stake your claim.
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