2. Who Stole My Mojo?
Do you believe that words only have mental or emotional impacts and don't affect your body? To test this, try a simple experiment. You'll need a buddy for this. While both standing, assume the standard handshake position. Now relax, but concentrate on keeping your arm in the same position. After a few moments, have your partner make one or two attempts to move your arm up or down from its current position. Nothing too sudden or vigorous, but they should be sincerely trying. Feeling strong?
Next, have your partner say awful (pre-approved) words to you at the exact moment they again attempt to move your arm. "Loser...idiot...worthless!" Finally, have your partner repeat the process using kind and complimentary words instead.
How did the words affect your body in the different scenarios? You may notice that the hurtful words weaken your resolve just enough to have an impact, while the kind words do not. Cruel and unkind words can steal your mojo and affect your body in subtle ways that you might not ordinarily notice. When the stakes are high and you have to perform at your best, the difference between disaster and success can be slim. The words you hear from those around you can either provide extra strength or weaken you. And we're not even talking about the words we use to describe ourselves. That's a topic for a different post.
Takeaways
So if words can hurt our performance and weaken our bodies, what is the takeaway from this?
Mind your words.
I'm not talking about political correctness. I'm talking about recognizing and respecting the power and influence of your words on others. Start by being more aware of how you use words. Exercise precision in how you communicate and resist the temptation to repeat like a robot what you've heard before.
I made a terrible mistake the other day that illustrates what not to do. My son did something and I became terribly upset. In a less than glorious "Dad of the Year" moment, I overreacted and barked, "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?!"
When I saw the look on his face I immediately regretted it. He didn't say it, but his expression was filled with a mixture of defiant "There's nothing wrong with me" and terrified "Oh no, there's something wrong with me!" What made me even more ashamed was that I had carelessly reverted to the script from the movie, "Stupid sayings you heard as a child and repeat to your kids." I'd like to think in the future I'd catch myself and instead ask, "Why did you do that?" Or "I'm so angry you did that." But realistically, most responses are probably better than "What's wrong with you?!" In the grand scheme of things, aren't words and negative labels the real mechanism behind bullying?
So remember...
Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will shape and haunt me.
Next post next Saturday, 6:30 a.m.