My job looks very boring and ordinary, and on one level, it is. I’m a customer service clerk for a supermarket. I solve customers’ problems and answer their questions.
Sometimes customers’’ behavior is rude and demanding. Sometimes they scam the store. Sometimes they get angry because I won’t violate a store policy, or even the law. And I want so badly to retaliate, to give them a taste of their own medicine!
I have a mortgage to pay and pets to feed, so I smile. But it costs me. It costs my ego to bite my tongue and keep smiling. “Ego.” Coming from the Latin for “I.” It’s hard to tell “ego” to be quiet, please. My first instinct is to rise up in my own defense, to return the rude behavior inflicted on me. My first instinct is to focus on “me.”
It’s a natural instinct learned in the crib. As an infant, I cried when I was hungry. I cried when I was wet. I cried when I was lonely. And someone came and took care of the problem. I was the center of my universe.
So, like most children, I decided it was all about “I.” When I didn’t get what I wanted, I learned to say “no.” I learned well how to use those words. I used them often. I wasn’t a brat. I wasn’t a juvenile delinquent, the terror of the second grade. I was just a normal kid learning how to get my way.
Since about age two, though, I’ve been unlearning that lesson. I’ve been learning how and when to give way to others for the good of the whole. But what I’m talking about here goes beyond even that. It goes beyond socialization and learning how to live in polite society. Some religious traditions call it “dying to self.” This is a tricky concept, because there’s a sense in which “self” – the essence of who I am – deserves my protection. I have an obligation not to allow anyone or anything to violate that essence.
In the second half of life, I’m learning by experience the difference between my “ego” and my “essence.” It’s a tough lesson. Sometimes it leaves me in tears. It means I bite my tongue a lot, go home and talk myself out of foolish, pride -driven, ego-driven behavior.
But I’m also seeing the fruits of that self-discipline. One obvious fruit that benefits me in the long run is that I’m able to keep my job and pay my bills. And maybe, by returning courtesy for rudeness, I break a negative cycle in someone’s day.
A similar dynamic plays out in my volunteer position with a nonprofit. I work in the communications department, and my responsibilities include supervising several other volunteers. Time and again, I’m confronted with ego. I might think, “That’s not how I would write that blog post,” or “Why is she going over my head to my boss? What’s wrong with me?” Or, “She gets to shine here, but what about everything I do?”
Lots of “I” and “me” running rampant through my thoughts, lots of hurts and grudges growing. Curbing the “I’s” and “me’s” bears more important fruit in this situation. Stepping back from my own ego makes space for others to use and be recognized for their gifts. The team of volunteers no longer depends on one egocentric person but grows to include many voices – as well as my own.
Letting go of ego also gives me more space and freedom to develop my own gifts. If my ego isn’t always on the line, I can try new things and develop new gifts, because fear of failure no longer cripples me. If I can tolerate not being the best at everything I try to do, I can risk trying to do more things – and discover gifts I wasn’t aware I had.
Photo by Nathaniel Tetteh on Unsplash