I like being considerate. Taking other people’s needs and desires and yearnings and delights into account — I really do. It gives me a feeling, a spark.
It’s not just about being nice. It does something for me, likely even more than my dad’s cigarettes and bourbon ever did for him.
It’s life-giving. It moves in my blood, this pleasure of paying attention to what might feel good for someone else. That and coffee.
But it’s not perfect, is it? Being considerate. You ask, “Hey, how do you like your sandwich?” You care. You offer. You try to bring some joy or comfort.
And then your four-year-old takes one bite, leaves the rest, and runs off. And your heart drops a little. Not because you need applause — but because there’s this loop you hoped would close. I offered something. Was it delightful? Did it meet your needs? Are you nourished?
And when there’s no response — no sparkle of appreciation, no “thank you,” not even a smile — it can feel like you were trying to give a rose and instead… thorns. Ouch.
Just a scratch, not a deep wound. But still. You clean up a bit of blood, bandage the moment, and breathe.
This is the terrain where real emotional skill is forged, I think.
Because if you delight in being considerate — really take joy in it — you have to reckon with the edge: it’s going to be imperfect. You will miss the mark.
Even if you’re deeply intuitive.
Even if you’re practicing your emotional self-management.
Even then, sometimes, you just… don’t get a response. Not even a flicker of resonance. Just a flat “I needed water and now it’s here.” End of engagement. You’re left asking:
What do I do now?
For me, that’s the key moment — that’s the difference between someone who genuinely enjoys being kind, and someone who’s contorted into a Desperate People Pleaser.
When the offering isn’t received with joy or delight… what do you do with that energy?
Because sometimes, the “not-receiving” is about them, not you. Maybe they carry a belief that if you give, they now owe you something. Or they think, I should be able to do this on my own. Even kids — even four-year-olds — can assert that. “No! I want to do it myself!” That independence flares up, and your sweet, thoughtful offering becomes an obstacle in their little hero’s journey.
Other times, they’re in distress. They don’t have the energy to reciprocate. They have nothing to give back.
Or maybe… they just don’t have the skill yet. They don’t know that mutual consideration is the lifeblood of a thriving we-space. You can have survival without it. You can have civility, even.
But you can’t have a truly thriving environment if people aren’t gladly adapting to each other, responding to each other, co-creating something that’s not just for me or for you, but for us.
So, yeah. I still like being considerate. But I’m also practicing — daily — how to feel good about it when it’s imperfect.
Because if I don’t tend to that, the gift starts to rot. That would be a tragedy.
It’s stewardship, really. Stewarding my energy. Tending to the part of me that says, “Yes, it feels good to care. Yes, it hurts when it doesn’t land. And yes, I still choose this.”
What if there’s no “mark” to hit, anyway? What if being considerate isn’t about landing a perfect gesture, but about staying in the state of being — listening, adapting, being aware, improvising?
And then… coming back to yourself. Back to the vibe of mutual consideration, even when it’s one-sided for a moment. Playing with it. Exploring. Feeling grateful that, even in imperfection, you’re still that kind of person.
Useful Concepts for Thriving in This Story
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Adapting
Adapting invites us to move beyond the perfect response and stay connected to what truly matters. -
Stewardship
Stewardship is the loving act of tending to our gifts so they continue to nourish us and others. -
Imperfectionism
Imperfectionism gives us permission to show up with heart, even when things don’t go as planned. -
Real Skills
Real skills help us hold emotional complexity with grace — including unreturned kindness. -
We-Space
We-Space thrives when we include each other’s needs and still honor our own vitality.