Quieting the Inner
Voice
For most of my life I assumed that the
voice in my head and me were the same thing. Until you notice the voice, and
don’t even necessarily agree with the voice, then you have a weird
brain-zapping aha-moment where you are aware of your awareness and you suddenly
spy a glimpse of your ego. I like the term author Michael Singer uses for the
voice – your roommate. So I have been listening to my roommate more carefully
lately, especially now that I understand that I’m not her, I only have to live
with her. And let me tell you, she is totally annoying.
She does not shut up with her endless
chatter and observations, which is very distracting when I’m trying to relax,
enjoy myself, work, run, hike, walk my dog, read, or focus on something. When I
have insomnia, she is thrilled because apparently she does not sleep and loves
having someone to talk at in the wee hours. I notice that when I’m really
trying to listen to someone I care about she is like a petulant, interrupting
child poking me and interjecting irrelevant thoughts or else obsessed with
ideas of what I could say next.
Seriously, if she were renting a room in my
house instead of space in my head – I would promptly evict this pain in the
ass.
Sometimes the things we love in life merge and become one.
Chris Martin from Coldplay
recently fronted for u2 when Bono was recovering from a bicycle accident.
This week Kristin Armstrong, a runner who serves as my de factor spiritual
guide, wrote a column about self-compassion and quieting the inner voice that
often disrupts our daily existence by interjecting unwelcome, critical thoughts
into our brains, a subject addressed by another favorite author,
KellyMcGonigal, a Stanford professor who has written about neuroscience and Eastern
Wisdom.