Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Paradigm Shifts and Memories

My meaning for the phrase:

"The term "paradigm shift" has found uses in other contexts, representing the notion of a major change in a certain thought-pattern—a radical change in personal beliefs, complex systems or organizations, replacing the former way of thinking or organizing with a radically different way of thinking or organizing." (thefreedictionary.com)

Looking back on my childhood, a memory I have is that my parents did a good job with us on things like thunderstorms and annoyances. Instead of getting all mad at something that was beyond our control, several times they made a game out of the situation. When we lived in North Carolina and Alabama, there were shocking thunderstorms. Instead of being afraid of them, especially in Alabama, (the memory is stronger, there, I was nine--three in North Carolina). I remember my dad putting chairs in the inside entryway of our apartment building and watching with us with "oohs" and "aahs." He commented on the beauty and majesty of it all. It became a family fun time and a game--no more fear.

Another paradigm shift: There was a burro on the hillside near our neighborhood in Napa that would bray at all hours so loudly that the neighbors were up in arms. My parents laughed and laughed, instead, at the burro, saying it sounded like it was talking to our neighbor, Bea. The sound he made was beeeee-heeeee-heeee-heeee-heee, like he was laughing at Bea. It became a family joke, more fun time, and our frustration at the noise was obviated.

So, when you're frustrated, think of just shifting your paradigm. It could save you untold hours of grief!

4 comments:

  1. I never knew you lived in North Carolina or Alabama!

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  2. ps: you should add links to your kids' blogs on your sidebar. unless you're, like, *embarrassed* by the shocking things we post... ;-)

    I liked the paradigm shifting BTW. As positive as an ambien post. (In a good way.)

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  3. Also, I have NO fear of fireplace fires. After we were burned, Dad took much time and care so we did not have anxiety about fireplaces.
    Dad - you forgot bar b ques and candles.

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