Who Do You See?
What is an expert? Are you an expert on anything? I stated in my introduction to this blog that I am an expert on myself. I believe that. Recently I read an article that was discussing self-awareness. Tasha Eurich, an organizational psychologist, and the author of the new book, Insight, a book that looks at her research on self-awareness, said in the article that her research showed that 95 percent of people believe they are self-aware, but that the real figure was probably closer to 10-15 percent. I have not read this book, just the article, but I plan to take a closer look at this. From my own personal observation I would agree that this is probably a pretty accurate conclusion. Most people really don’t know themselves.
According to Eurich, there are different types of self-awareness. She identified two separate awarenesses, external and internal. I have almost always had a keen awareness of my emotions and I was highly critical of my thoughts and actions but I was always surprised by the feedback I got from others about myself. I have always asked for feedback. Not many people do that, (well, they aren’t asking for mine anyway). I mean, it wasn’t like I went around asking, “Am I nice? Do I seem genuine?” But I did ask my therapists and I ask my husband and friends. I have asked my employers as well. I got positive feedback for the most part and I pretty much just dismissed it as the “niceness” of others or the lack of their ”true ability to judge” but I gobbled up the negative or constructive criticisms. When my paradigm shifted (I mean that literally), I began to accept the positives and negatives with a careful eye to the motivation and perspective of the other individual. I look at the feedback and I decide if it is useful to me and if it will be useful to others and then I adjust as I see fit.
If every individual born tried to become more self-aware I believe we would live in a happier, kinder place. I am wondering how I might help my own children become more self-aware. Is that something that only comes with life experience? Where do we learn that skill?
I think I can read others pretty well too. I listen carefully to what people say and I think about how their words and actions relate. Often I have found that I can see through the “stories” that they veil themselves in to keep themselves “safe” from the world. One guy in particular comes to mind. I don’t know him well but have observed him for awhile. At his core I think this is a bright, sensitive person, but through his actions he has himself and many others convinced that he is a curmudgeon. I watch how he interacts with people and how they in turn interact with him. I believe he has done this to protect that lovely, soft spirit from a world that was too thorny for him. What a delight it would be for everyone if he could know himself, and allow himself to be what he really is.
So, I ordered that book and I plan to critique it here. I will even admit if by Eurich’s standards I am lacking in my own ability to read myself. I would love to know what story you may have been telling yourself and others. What cloak do you, (or did you) wear, and how does it serve you?
In the faux-curmudgeon’s case, I imagine the “tender brisket” of his core being is protected in a dried-mud psychological layer, like an ancient artifact but not so precious. The unused nature of the creative side, sort of always around, on jack-stands in tall grass with the wheels off, gathers debris to it–prejudice, rage, injustice, pain, frustration. All this is a created barrier which, if done right, will protect the fragile artifact until it can be properly unearthed. The problem is, if it gets too covered over, you can’t find it again. Creativity and identity are as slippery as the Lost Ark of the Covenant, in that case.
Such detailed imagery here – the amount of thought that has gone into the subject is quite impressive. The psychological fear that has trapped the “faux-curmudgeon” is a very powerful and destructive force. Stepping outside of one’s broom closet I think is the first of many tiny steps toward change. What is at the core of the fear? Would it kill? Isn’t that really the only thing to fear…pain is worse? Hmm.