Conflict Makes Me Uncomfortable…And That’s A Good Thing

File:Graham's Hierarchy of Disagreement.jpgI loathe conflict. Whenever I exchange heated words (emails, blog comments) with someone, it consumes my mind. No matter what else is going on, the back burner simmers, and sometimes boils over, with all the things I a) should have, b) will have to say in the next round. In the face of others’ absolute certainty, I question mine: if they’re so sure they’re right, they surely must know something I don’t. I go looking for ways to undercut my own perspective, in an attempt to avoid arrogance. Anxiety hangs like a barbell around my neck, pressing in on my heart.

I hate it. I hate how long it takes me to let go. I hate how it prevents me from enjoying life. I hate how no matter how hard I try (and believe me, I’ve tried!), no amount of mental exercise or prayer or release seems to have any effect on it. Conflict used to keep me awake at night, but I’m so tired all the time now, that’s less of a problem.

But I realized something. Even in these moments of writhing discomfort, I must be grateful. Because pride is perhaps my biggest vice, and these moments of humility—raging, self-enforced against my will humility—knock the legs out from under pride.

In the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t last long. But while it does, humility shakes up the certainty that would allow pride to become insufferable self-righteousness. And for this, I must be grateful.

Other gratitudes for the week:

A trip to the symphony

A 10-hour date with my husband

Safe travel to St. Louis

A pianist with fingers that danced over the keys like water over Baker’s Falls in the woods at home

The privilege of attending a concert with a foyer that looks like this

Also Sprach Zarathustra

Last week’s happy moments

Candidate Teaching Couples, enthusiastic about helping us spread the good news of NFP

Things to look forward to

Our first toddler tantrum…on a Sunday morning…I mean, the first ever tantrum in this household–because it reminds me how blessed we’ve been for the first six years of parenthood, not to have them!