As independent and self-reliant as I tend to be, I like knowing that he's trying to help me steer into the right direction. He says I'm too hard on myself--and I think that he's right. As one who is more prone to self deprecation than a normal human being, I can be relentless; and although I'm aware of its poisonous effects, I allow it to eat away at me. Shame on me.
I'm better than that.
The counsel I heard came from a man who I met eight years ago in Kirtland, Ohio. I doubt I'll ever forget the genuine greeting he imparted in his thick German accent as he took my hand. His wife was just as charming.
A lesson from the five petals of the Forget-Me-Not:
Forget not to be patient with yourself.
- Hey, Britt, I'm talking to you...guess what? Everybody has weaknesses. Nobody's perfect! Stop punishing yourself.
- the golden question I must etch into my brain: "What am I committing my time and energy towards?"
- Interpretation: when medical school is finished...when intern year Hell is over...when residency is all said and done...when the heinous mountain of student loans are all paid...STOP IT RIGHT NOW!
- in other words, the what and the how mark the way, but the why sanctifies our actions and magnifies our holy acts.
- meaning: you are not forgotten--no matter the circumstance.
For one like me who esteems myself as a weedy dandelion standing beside so many rich-colored and sweet-smelling flowers, the metaphor of the Forget-Me-Not* is one I hope not to forget.
*A story from German folklore tells of God naming all the flowers, when a little one shouted out, "Forget-me-not, O Lord!" "That shall be your name," was God's reply.