A missive on mousing around with myths Print E-mail
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Friday, 20 June 2008 01:53

We all live by the personal myth we’ve chosen. For whatever reason, happy or sad, chances are that we’ve chosen this myth at a young age and then we sort of got stuck with it. The problem is that your myth may no longer work for you. That’s why it’s a good idea to take a look at the story you tell yourself.

There’ve never been damsels in distress, studs on white steeds or wicked witches in my story. Neither were there any carriages that could turn into pumpkins as the clock strikes midnight. There was just the clock, not necessarily striking any ominous deadline hour, but always threatening to.

The story I’ve been telling myself is that there isn’t enough time. That hours can only be golden if you arrange some sort of alchemistic angling on the altar of your almanac. And, no, this is not a recent thing.

I’ve been hurtling through space for a good many years now with misinterpreted musings mulling through my mind. It might have started when I misinterpreted two lines of Rudyard Kipling’s poem‘If’: “If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds’ worth of distance run . . .”

What kind of thing is that for a child to chew over? Well, couple that with a considerable caffeine intake, and you get the picture - a wind-up toy mouse that runs in smaller and smaller circles until it merely rotates on the same spot with the illusion that the world is spinning faster and faster around it.

One of the hardest things in life is feeling stuck in a myth that we don’t like and want to change. I can tell you that this is especially true if you’re stuck spinning on the same spot.

Believe you me, there’s no talking to anyone in wind-up mouse mode. Like Guy Finley says:“Trying to calm down a runaway negative reaction - by talking to yourself about it - is like whispering sweet nothings to a noisy kitchen blender . . . hoping it will hear you and start chopping more quietly!”

Being compared to a kitchen blender is not my idea of flattery, but the truth is that anyone in hurtling mode - whether you fancy a food processor fairytale or spinning- mouse myth - slaps the spacetravel illusion on a bit too thickly.

Problem is that you mostly know you’re doing it while you’re doing it. This doesn’t change anything about it. Another problem is that the hurtling act is pretty much a sedentary sort of spinning. It usually happens in front of a computer.

“Many times we can be so busy that we forget moving our body is even an option,” says author Madisyn Taylor. “Some of us remain seated at our computer for hours every day or rush from task to task with robotic precision.

When we are caught up in crossing items off our to-do lists, we tend to neglect all the opportunities there are to enjoy our bodies in the process of living.” I’ve decided that the mouse must hatch if I’m ever to move in a reasonably normal way again. It’s been spinning in a metal egg long enough now. But what’s a girl to do with her egg-bound mouse myth?

Madisyn says that we may go through entire chapters of our lives creating a protective shell around ourselves because we need it. One day, though, we may find ourselves feeling confined. The new part of ourselves cannot be born within the confines of the shell our old self needed to survive.

Do you hear my shell cracking? It’s the mouse myth busy hatching. Just never quote ‘If’ to this new hatchling. Or, if you have to do it, explain to the hatchling that golden hours are golden precisely because you’re wasting time.

 

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