
โ๐ ๐๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ ๐ธ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐บ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐๐ข๐ถ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณโ
Today was huge for me.
Picture me standing in line at the high-end supermarket inside Marui Imai. One head of cauliflower for my next recipe is cradled under my left arm in a power grip.
All of a sudden, this well-dressed, manicured Japanese woman, maybe in her late 60s, zoomed right around me and cut to the front of the line with her crate of 12 eggs.
I hesitated, and thought to myself, โDo I tell her that I was waiting in line or say nothing?โ
She only had one or two items in her basket besides eggsโ it would only cost me like an extra one minute and 15 seconds if I didnโt say anything.
I made the decision. Taking a few steps forward, I gently tapped her on the shoulder and politely asked in Japanese, pointing to the woman in front of her, โAre you together?โ
Her reply was โnoโ, so I let her know that I had been standing, waiting in line.
In a confident tone of voice, she pointed out that the line she was in was separate from the line for the register behind where we were standing. I asserted that I understood that and repeated that I had been waiting in line.
I didnโt mention to her that I had been standing on top of the big, pale brown arrows that are on the floor that direct me to this register.
Judging from their side glimpses towards me, I believe the two ladies working the register knew I was waiting in line. To be brutally honest, even though Iโm being totally judgemental, I doubt they would have said anything if I hadnโt.
If I donโt stand up for myself, who will?
It took just a little persistence and she let me go ahead of her. After paying for my cauliflower, she swiftly hoisted her egg-filled basket back up onto the counter and I greeted her again, โSumimasen ne.โ Please excuse me for the trouble. Her response was, โDou itashimashite.โ Youโre welcome.
I still donโt know what to think of that response, but it doesnโt matter.
I walked away from what felt like one of the biggest accomplishments in my life. I felt such a highโ I was so proud of myself.
Even compared to hosting my first healthy cooking workshop last night, both takoyaki recipes turned out better than I expectedโฆ
this felt better.
Let me explain the reason why this was such a huge deal for me.
The truth is, Iโve been letting people cut in front of me my whole life. Iโd always talk myself out of saying something. Waiting the extra minute and 15 seconds was easier than standing up for myself.
My mom told me that even when I was in kindergarten, I would always let all the other kids go down the slide first.
And then there was the time my girlfriend and I were on vacation in Phuket, Thailand, about four years ago. I took her to a fancy restaurant that was inside an exclusive, clifftop 5-star resort. We watched the sunset from the pool bar that had a wide-open view of the Andaman Sea.
After I took care of the bill, we were waiting for the club cart that the restaurant host had called for us to bring us back up the hill to the hotel lobby. This โ5-star serviceโ was just like how concierge had arranged our ride down.
Even though it was dark, I vividly remember everything, under the one streetlamp.
To conclude our special night out, a family that had just checked into the resort an hour ago cut in front of us and took our ride up the hill.
I remember the family from the lobby and their Louis Vuitton matching set of suitcases.
I didnโt say anything. Standing there, unmoving, these were the thoughts that came to mind:
1. โTheyโre actually guests staying at the resort so we should give them priority.โ
2. โThey just arrived with jetlag after a long flight from Europe. The considerate thing to do is let them get back to their room before us.โ
3. โIโm sure the next cart will come in two minutes. Itโs a nice night out and weโre not in a hurry.โ
Now I have enough self-awareness to be able to trace these surface-level thoughts deep down into the core of my subconscious beliefs.
Here are my thoughts, stripped down to the bare truth of what I believed about myself:
1. Theyโre rich and successful. Iโm not, so I donโt belong here.
2. They flew to Thailand first class so they have more value than I do. I should let them go first because I donโt deserve it.
3. Their time is more valuable than my time. Iโm not important.
To sum up my beliefs: Iโm not worthy.
And down to the core of my existence, Iโm not enough.
How do I know this?
Well, if I had had more self-worth, I wouldnโt have even hesitated to speak up!
Now I completely understand why my girlfriend wouldnโt talk to me the entire taxi ride back to our hotel.
It wasnโt just me anymoreโ I hadnโt stood up for my girlfriend either.
She wasnโt impressed by the Louis Vuitton bagsโ that golf cart they just highjacked was for us and we both knew it. Going to this fancy hotel wasnโt even her idea โ itโs what I thought she wanted.
Just like today, Iโll never forget that experience. That time, I failed, big time.
But because Iโve failed so many times, it makes today all the sweeter. Even now, while writing this, I still feel proud of myself after my championship win at the supermarket.
Like my girlfriend had tried to explain to me on our hotel balcony in Phuket, four years later, I finally understand itโs not about picking a fight with someone over something minor, having to be right, or not wasting time.
Today, I clearly understand what it all means.
How I acted in these encounters show my true beliefs about myself, and whether or not I feel that I deserve as much as anyone else.
I used to feel good about being โa nice guy.โ
Now I despise this part of me after I realized I was just afraid.
Being โa nice guyโ is letting fear control your life. Itโs a euphemistic way of saying โcowardโ.
Not standing up for myself was me being a coward.
Just because the lady that cut in front of me at the supermarket likely drove home in a Mercedes, it doesnโt mean that sheโs more deserving or that her life is worth more than mine. My 50-yen-off, slightly brown cauliflower is just as important as her premium-grade eggs!
Just because Iโm a guest in this country, it doesnโt mean I have to yield to her right-of-way.
It means that she knows her self-worth.
And after this afternoon, now she knows mine.ย
Much more importantly, Iโve begun to prove to myself that Iโm beginning to know my own worth.
AN AFTERTHOUGHT:
Your Moment of Zenโฆ
Itโs taken me 39 years to begin to see through all the B.S. stories Iโve been telling myself to uncover my self-worth and see the truth.
Why I am sharing all this with you?
Because I want you to know this.
Youโre reading this email. Youโre interested in improving your health, possibly you want to lose weight, or just eat healthier and take better care of yourself.
No matter what your goal is that you havenโt reached, healthwise or anything in life, do you want to know the one reason you havenโt changed?
Deep down, you donโt believe you deserve it.
How do I know this is true?
It was true for me.
Right now, Iโd like to take the honor, if Iโm the first person in your life to tell you,
you do.
You deserve it.
Donโt be a pushover like I was. You deserve better.
โฆ.
Thank you so much for reading my story, a little โmiso soup for the soul.โ For me, itโs a privilege to have you take the time to read this far!
In Zen, the two events in my life that I described above are examples of whatโs called โkenshoโ (-an opening experience of enlightenment that requires further realization and deepening) and โsatoriโ (-that โahaโ moment of seeing into oneโs true nature. Sudden enlightenment.)
Zen training is a process of removing all our filters that prevent us from seeing reality as it is.
After gaining awareness of all the self-defeating stories we tell ourselves, we can begin to gradually let them go and discover our true selves.
Iโm curious. If you were in my situation, what would you have done?
As a child, were you taught to stand up for yourself? Or were you taught that your voice doesnโt matter? โChildren are to be seen and not heard.โ
Iโd love to hear from you and learn from your story!
Sending you love (thatโs what you deserve),
Matt โEyes-and-Hourโ
PS. Cauliflower and receipt is in my bag. Youโre next in line. Itโs your turn!
Make today huge.
Bernadette says
I am quite the opposite. If you are the nice guy, I am the one always called mean, sometimes even a bitch. Iโm middle class, average smart, average face, perhaps mediocre everything, but I donโt take shit. There are some times though when I choose not to insist. It does call for a sense of shame if the other party to be called out steps from a background of so much privilege, or if you know that people will be staring and all. But if we donโt stand up, then that is why there are people who get away with things. I donโt mind being labeled mean if I know Iโm right. I try to do it in a non-mean way but generally calling out others in itself is considered to be not a nice thing to do so yeah..let them think what they will but I will do what I think it supposed to be done.