If I were to pick one personal challenge I return to daily it would be containing the ego.
Ego. As a yoga teacher I often caution my students to not let their egos shape their practice. It doesn’t matter what the posture looks like. Instead, let curiosity take the lead observing the breath and the movement. Yet when training with other teachers I can forget. Am I doing it right? How do I look? My competitive impulse can tweak my body and my ego.
As a volunteer I find my ego needs stroking. Was I heard in a committee meeting? Am I motivated to serve largely for the feedback that I’m making a difference?
As a friend cultivating new relationships I can find myself wondering…How am I perceived? What do I have to offer?
As a mother I catch myself (sometimes) from giving advice to my adult daughters. I still have so much wisdom to share (!) until I remember they’ve probably heard it before.
As a wife I rely on feedback from my husband of 36 years. Am I disciplined? Have I amounted to much? Did I overstep? Revealing questions like this you can only ask someone who knows you intimately and has endured, witnessed and supported you for many, many years. Would I not self-reflect if I didn’t have such a patient partner? With maturity I at least recognize the folly of this second guessing. Or acknowledge that we all ask these questions.