As Ben (my new CD’s producer) and I spend day after day in the recording studio, we often share stories about our lives and the lessons we’ve learned along the way.
He shared a story that has become an inside joke between him and his partner, Gina. This story has now become part of the recording studio vernacular as well.
Ben and Gina run a yoga studio. They are both are gifted teachers with a devoted following.
One their students is a woman named Rhonda Brickman.
Ben and Gina became friends with Rhonda, and they often spent time after classes talking about their lives.
In these conversations, Rhonda talked about her husband often. And Ben and Gina began to weave all kinds of stories about this man. They made him into sort of a corporate giant, giving him all kinds of powerhouse personality traits. They were even a little intimidated by all of their pre-conceptions about him.
Finally, they all went out to dinner together. And as it turns out, Rhonda Brickman’s husband couldn’t have been more unlike their fabricated image of him. All evening long, Ben and Gina glanced at each other in sheer amazement at how completely wrong they had been.
They’ve stayed friends with the couple – but Rhonda Brickman is now legendary in Ben and Gina’s relationship. Any time either of them begins to obsess or weave pointless stories, the other one will look at the obsessive party and say in a sing-songy voice, “Rhonda Brickmaaaan.”
This serves as an instant reminder of how completely wrong we are when we project our “stuff” onto the situations in our lives, or when we waste our energy telling tales about other people.
During our time in the studio, any time I obsessed about anything or took something personally, Ben would simply sing, “Rhonda Brickmaaaaan” to remind me to shut up and cut it out.
Last night as my husband and I were driving, we had several moments of getting upset with the drivers who weren’t turning off their bright lights as they drove by us. We occasionally saw them as aggressive, thoughtless people who purposefully left their bright lights on just to create havoc in our lives.
Then, once or twice, I forgot to turn off my bright lights.
So, it was the perfect time to tell my husband about The Legend of Rhonda Brickman.
Today, it’s your turn.
What legends do you innocently spin throughout your day?