One of my greatest challenges is controlling the way that I talk to myself. Whether we realize it or not, most of the talking we do is to ourselves. We’re experts at getting ourselves worked up over a situation, generating self-righteous indignation toward others, and convincing ourselves that we’re right and others are wrong.
A few years ago in early January, one of my relatives who was in her 60s told me that her New Year’s resolution was to lose thirty pounds. In February, I asked her how her diet was going, and she told me that she had quit the diet. When I asked why, she said, “The first week I lost three pounds. The second week I didn’t lose any weight. The third week I lost only a pound. The fourth week I didn’t lose anything. After that, I gave up.”
Over the past year I’ve gotten to know a young man who works at a local restaurant. (For the purposes of this discussion, I’m going to call him Rusty.) I see Rusty at least once a week when I pick up something to eat at the restaurant. Rusty is a devout Christian. He’s 36 years old, married, and has three children. He works hard, is honest, has a good attitude, and appears to get along well with everyone he comes into contact with.