Tuesday, October 26, 2010

The Choice is Yours

There are days when I'd rather poke my eyeballs out than hear the rhetoric and pontificating that folks deliver on a daily basis. Days when I want to give the "you gotta be kidding me face" to everyone with a seemingly frivolous opinion or an unreasonable request. On occasion, it shows. Yes, I give the "Gas Face" to people like they have a bad case of "The Vapors". (ode to my old school Hip Hop lovers). I digress.

I would be lying if I said I've handled every situation in my life with love and dignity. I have this gift if you will...some of you may posses it as well. I have the ability to turn someones gray sky blue and frown upside down with my demeanor. I can give comfort with the tone of my voice or a few kind words. Unfortunately, I also have equal ability to harm an environment; to make folks uncomfortable, sad, and angry by my disposition.

Have you ever woken up to Monday Blues, so strong, you were of no use to anyone and vice versa? Sometimes I just do not want to be bothered. But how does that affect other people? Suppose your smile is like sunshine for the little girl in the grocery store. What if your laugh brightens the humdrum morning routine of your family? What if your friends look fwd to that phone call or social media message to spruce up their day?

I work in an environment where most people do not return my "good morning" or "hello" greeting. The sound of silence is heard walking from the parking garage, getting on the elevator, grabbing a cup of tea, walking to the restroom, kitchen/lunchroom, etc. There are people who literally work in an adjacent office or have asked me for assistance on an issue, who look me "square in the face" and do not return pleasantries. I began to see it happening to others and I winced at the defeated body posture that followed.

The other day I noticed I had a tight-lipped facial expression and made zero eye-contact with people. It was almost as if I was in "female subway commuter mode." Had I become as guilty as those accused guilty parties? Maybe organizational culture had gotten to them too. I became determined that I would not mimic the wrongdoings any longer. I decided to push myself. I will continue to greet people, strangers and co-workers alike heartily. I will not be sucked into that unhappy abyss.

It costs us nothing to brighten the day of others. Let's "pay it forward". Be what you were created to be or succumb to the system. The choice is yours, my friend. Personally, I am taking the High Road.

1 comment:

  1. This remind mes of that poem by Amiri Baraka called "Something In The Way of Things."

    I seen him walkin' toward his house and he wasn't smiling
    And he didn't even say hello
    But I knew he'd seen something
    Something in the way of things that it worked on him like it do in will
    And he kept marching faster and faster away from us
    And never even muttered a word