Greatness is a million little moments of your best self
Disaster brings out your best and worst self. You can be simultaneously amazed and appalled by your own reactions to pressure. Over time as you become tired and things drag on, finding your best self becomes even harder. How do you find your best self when you feel like 'you're up to your arse in crocodiles?' Every day will present opportunities to choose how you react to what your disrupted life throws at you. Our experience in disasters has taught us that you lead others to the place where you yourself reside. If you act out of fear, anger or bitterness, you lead your family and others in your community to this place.
Ask yourself; Are you leading yourself or your family to a position of grievance or to a position of agency and integrity? When everyone is tired, are you going to support lower standards of behavior in the way we treat each other? Or are you going to aim for the high road and take others with you? Will you use this experience to grow your character or to diminish who you are and what you stand for? Recovery is a marathon. What kind of footprints are you leaving?
When you’re at the end of your rope, finding your best self is difficult. You won’t always get it right. It will take practice. Which muscle do you grow, your best or worst self? This reminds us of a beautiful Cherokee tale that goes something like this:
The Two Wolves
An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life. “A fight is going on inside me,” he says to the boy. “It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil—he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.” He continued, “The other is good—he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you—and inside every other person, too.”
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, “Which wolf will win?”
The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”