I’ve been editing a website for a non-profit.
Uploading text has been simple enough, but suddenly I was unable to change photos.
I followed directions, to the letter. The new photo appeared in the draft, but when I updated and uploaded the page — no photo.
I tried again and again. Maybe I didn’t click all the buttons, check all the boxes.
The photo wouldn’t change.
It should’ve changed (I did everything right!), but it didn’t.
Eventually, frustrated, I stopped and sat and thought.
Computers do exactly what they’re told. They follow programming, to the letter.
Since it wouldn’t do what I asked, it must be doing what someone else asked.
Something I didn’t know about.
Sure enough, I dug around and found other programming in effect, overriding my commands to change the picture. Unbeknownst to me, someone had added header code. I neutralized the code by de-selecting it. Now I can add and change photos 15 times a day.
I didn’t create the underlying code, but it affected me, nonetheless.
Which lead me to think about my ‘happiness code.’
Over the years various people tried to convince me that I deserve to be happy. I rarely believed them. Despite different therapies and methods — affirmation, visualization, cognitive this, meditative that — the picture wouldn’t change.
Perhaps my ‘happiness code’ got deleted, or changed into ‘unhappiness code.’
One day, after her name popped up in too many places to ignore, I checked out Byron Katie’s book, Loving What Is. She advocates investigation. Her method in brief: write down the thought or belief, then question it — is it true? Let the answer arise.
Turns out I’ve been believing lies:
You shouldn’t be happy – your brother is dead.
You shouldn’t be happy – your mother may die.
You shouldn’t be happy – your father left.
You shouldn’t be happy – you are bad.
Installed and coded in five-year-old flesh.
Along with millions of other conflicting beliefs.
I don’t deserve to be happy – is that even true? What’s the reality?
Deserving has nothing to do with happiness. I can think of many people (warmongers, anyone?) who do not deserve to be happy. Yet there they are, blithely blissful, regardless of what I believe.
And if the tables were turned, and I was dead and Johnny alive, I wouldn’t want him to believe some stupid ass concept like You don’t deserve to be happy. That’s crazy! I’d want him to be as happy and healthy as possible, every single day of his life.
If it’s not true for him, it’s probably not true for me.
I didn’t create the code, but I am learning to change the picture.