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A MATHMATICAL FORMULA - 6/18/2018
 

A MATHMATICAL FORMULA FOR EASIER LIVING THAT INCLUDES LESS NEED FOR ADDITIONS AND MORE ACCEPTANCE OF THE SUBTRACTIONS

Human beings are a crazy lot. From the moment we are born, we look to discover what we can do or be to gain recognition and love. Perhaps, it’s DNA, but our parents and society also reinforce this attitude.

            You’re encouraged to crawl, walk and run at an early age. You’re rewarded for being the strongest, fastest, prettiest or smartest child in your family. You’re encouraged to excel at music, sports and academic pursuits. In essence, you are told in words and behavior that slow starters are losers who haven’t made their parents proud and don’t deserve attention or privileges.

            The result is that most people are reluctant to admit their limitations and inadequacies, or to accept their limitations.  They can mouth the words “no one’s perfect,” but it’s easier to accept imperfections in others than in themselves. In their eyes, there are always other people who are able to do things they cannot and who are smarter and more capable than they are. The oddity is that, in more instances than not, they discount their own abilities or fail to recognize them, while aggrandizing the achievements of others.

            If you have ever watched the television program, “Undercover Boss,” you know it’s a series where the senior executive of a company works undercover in his own company to determine how his firm really works and what his employees think. While undercover, the senior executive almost always discovers that he or she can’t work the register at one of the 350 hamburger stores he oversees, remember an order or efficiently work the short-order line.

            For many of you, that would result in your emotionally berating yourself or being totally embarrassed that an individual making $10 an hour excels at a job you can’t perform – the reason being, you look at the world through a lens that magnifies your every shortcoming and diminishes your attributes.

            Consequently, you fall into the addition game. You try to accumulate more and more credentials, trophies, degrees, money and achievements in an attempt to elevate your sense of sufficiency. But, ask yourself, how many accomplishments would it take to make you OK?

            Let me tell you a story that dates back to when I was 27 years old. I was attending college. My wife was working as a waitress from 6 a.m. to 8 p.m., and I had classes from 8 a.m. until 3 p.m. After class, I’d go home and change clothes for my first job, selling shoes in a department store. After closing time, I’d rush to my second job, at a bank clearing house, where I worked until 3 or 4 a.m.

             Before changing clothes, however, I had 20 minutes to play ball with some of the kids living on my block. I was one of their favorite people. In my mind, I was just one of the guys. Then one week, I wasn’t available because I had tests at school. The next time I joined them, they started calling me Mr. Reitman. I almost looked behind me to see if my dad was standing there, because in my eyes I was still one of the boys.

Suddenly, I felt I had to be more responsible, and it was frightening.  I wasn’t a kid anymore, and I didn’t want to look at that. More than ever before, I realized I had to go to school, couldn’t fail and didn’t have the time to “throw the ball” anymore. I had bigger fish to fry and to add to my list.

            Time flew. My list of achievements increased, and my feelings of insufficiency seemed to diminish at least until December 2015. It was our 60th wedding anniversary and to celebrate, our daughter arranged and paid for a trip to Costa Rica for the entire family. In the course of being at this island paradise, I found myself getting irritated, first with my son-in-law, because of his behavior, which contributed to our grocery shopping excursion lasting far too long; and second, with my grandson-in-law and future grandson-in-law, because I felt their pranks in the swimming pool were excessive.

             There is something about me you need to know. I’m a “Type-A” person. I write. I have a long list of projects I want to complete, another book I want to write, and a full-time clinical practice. What I’m ashamed to admit, however, is I’ve gone through life continuously adding projects, so I didn’t have to look at how inadequate I sometimes feel.

            To make matters worse, as I sat in this beautiful environment, all my “additions” slipped away. I wasn’t in charge. I didn’t have to go to work or write anything. I wasn’t the cook whose food everyone praised, because my daughter had hired a chef. When we went rafting, there was a steep embankment I had to descend and, for the first time in my life, I wasn’t the first one down.

            Worse, there were two steep inclines, where I had to allow the guide to support me. Then, on a zip line, after going three-fourths of the way down, I didn’t have the strength to hold myself up, and I felt embarrassed and weak. Similar to the realization I had at 27, I recognized that at age 85, I was old and without my “additions” to hide behind, I was forced to see me for who I am.

            Today, my eyes are open to and accepting of the fact that I have pancreatic cancer, am undergoing chemotherapy and can physically no longer do some of the things I used to do. I accept I’m older, although I don’t like admitting it. I can also see that when I wasn’t the chef, author, psychologist or in charge, I needed a smoke screen to help avoid facing myself.  I now understand why women often have problems when their children leave home, and men who retire often morph into bitter old curmudgeons or die.

            The intelligent adult in me really doesn’t care how long a shopping trip takes and fully accepts 20-year-olds should horse around in a pool. It wasn’t until I was able to look in the mirror and say, “You’re 85. There are certain things you can’t do but you’re not dead yet,” that my unfounded irritation disappeared, and I realized how very fortunate my wife and I are that our family still wants us around and that, even more, that in several weeks, our first great-grandchild should make her entrance into the world.  It’s a testament to the cycle of life we all experience and a very welcome and joyous addition to celebrate.  

            I want to remember that at 86, so I won’t have to become irritated over anything when I find that possibly I can’t work 8 hours a day anymore. You see, it’s now apparent to me that I spent too much of my life trying to make me acceptable to the world because I wasn’t fully acceptable to myself.  All of you need to learn the same lesson, particularly as you get older and might need to divest yourself of activities and responsibilities, i.e., to begin the subtraction game. It’s ironic how much easier life would be if only we learned, early on, to accept ourselves for who we are in the first place.

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