http://blog.iqmatrix.com/reframing-thoughts
Quote
"Never solve a problem from its original perspective." - Charles Thompson
Framing is a mental structure that is built upon the beliefs you have about yourself, your roles, your circumstances, and about other people. It is a structure you use to ascribe meaning to given circumstances. In other words, the meaning you ascribe to any event is dependent upon how you frame it in your mind. As such, your frames shape how you see the world, how you see yourself, how you view others, and how you interpret your life.
Frames can be of a positive or of a negative nature; they can also be within your control or out of your control. As such, they are either helpful within the context you are using them, or they are unhelpful. They either expand your opportunities and the possibilities of the situation, or they limit your options moving forward. They are therefore appropriate or inappropriate, good or bad depending on the objectives you have in mind.
When you decide to work on a project you set a scope or frame for that project so that everyone knows what is included and excluded. Everyone understands what is required to get the job done successfully and what they therefore need to focus on in order to get their part of the project completed. In the same way, the frames you use on a daily basis provide a context for your thoughts, decisions, attitudes and actions. They help guide the direction of your thoughts to help you accomplish your desired outcomes. Thusly, your actions are guided by how you frame events and circumstances; and how you frame things is dependent upon your preferences, attitudes and biases.
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The frames of reference you use collaborate with your beliefs and values. You will therefore frame things in a certain way that corresponds with what you believe and value most in life — irrelevant of whether your beliefs are helpful or unhelpful. This basically means that every frame you make is linked to an underlying belief and/or assumption that is implied by your thoughts. In this way your frames provide you with a context in which you can assess your progress. This is helpful, but at the same time can be unhelpful. It is helpful because it allows you to unlock new opportunities and explore other possibilities that might be advantageous. However, it is unhelpful if your frames are built upon your limiting belief systems. In such instances — and without much objective thought — you might unconsciously be setting boundaries and putting limitations on yourself regarding what you can or can’t do; and this therefore limits your perspective, opportunities and the possibilities that lay before you.
Framing is a mental structure that is built upon the beliefs you have about yourself, your roles, your circumstances, and about other people. It is a structure you use to ascribe meaning to given circumstances. In other words, the meaning you ascribe to any event is dependent upon how you frame it in your mind. As such, your frames shape how you see the world, how you see yourself, how you view others, and how you interpret your life.
Frames can be of a positive or of a negative nature; they can also be within your control or out of your control. As such, they are either helpful within the context you are using them, or they are unhelpful. They either expand your opportunities and the possibilities of the situation, or they limit your options moving forward. They are therefore appropriate or inappropriate, good or bad depending on the objectives you have in mind.
When you decide to work on a project you set a scope or frame for that project so that everyone knows what is included and excluded. Everyone understands what is required to get the job done successfully and what they therefore need to focus on in order to get their part of the project completed. In the same way, the frames you use on a daily basis provide a context for your thoughts, decisions, attitudes and actions. They help guide the direction of your thoughts to help you accomplish your desired outcomes. Thusly, your actions are guided by how you frame events and circumstances; and how you frame things is dependent upon your preferences, attitudes and biases.
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The frames of reference you use collaborate with your beliefs and values. You will therefore frame things in a certain way that corresponds with what you believe and value most in life — irrelevant of whether your beliefs are helpful or unhelpful. This basically means that every frame you make is linked to an underlying belief and/or assumption that is implied by your thoughts. In this way your frames provide you with a context in which you can assess your progress. This is helpful, but at the same time can be unhelpful. It is helpful because it allows you to unlock new opportunities and explore other possibilities that might be advantageous. However, it is unhelpful if your frames are built upon your limiting belief systems. In such instances — and without much objective thought — you might unconsciously be setting boundaries and putting limitations on yourself regarding what you can or can’t do; and this therefore limits your perspective, opportunities and the possibilities that lay before you.
Frame of Reference
https://plus.google.com/+Tinymuhagoogleplus/posts/fAV2VaW3xRy
Quote from: Samuel J. Queen
There are as many versions of reality as there are living room windows.
From the comfortable folds in the couches of our brains,
We stare out at the world and interpret the shapes that filter through our panes.
One day, I had an out-of-house experience.
I floated out of my frame of reference into the great beyond.
I had no idea where I was going and my level of control was negligible.
A strange house swam into my peripherals and my system got quite nervous.
It had the markings of a house but was somehow altogether different.
Music was leaking through its seams to the tune of Shostakovich.
A crescendo came and warped its frame and all the panes around it.
I peered through the window into a room that was very much alive.
At first, I saw a dancer twirling around the room to the timing of the tunes.
But then I realized the room was twirling around the dancer and the tunes were playing to her.
She leapt across the room and the walls bent towards her with the deep sound of an oboe.
Her pirouette sent the chandelier spinning with the twinkling of a flute.
A graceful wrist caressed the air and played a sorrowful bar of violin.
The house bent, warped, and swayed as did my frame of reference.
I looked around and realized there were houses all around me.
I flew up to a neighboring window and excitedly gazed in.
A man was pacing and tracing a figure 8 into his living room floor.
He was deep in thought and shallow in socks as all his pacing had worn through his soles.
With a quick “POP-POP” he would disappear for a second or a year then suddenly reappear.
Sometimes he looked older, sometimes he looked younger, sometimes he looked lost, sometimes he looked found.
The only constant was the figure on the floor that bore the tracings of his pacings he left behind as he figured himself into infinity.
Through the neighborhood I floated until a titillating scent tickled the tendrils in my nostrils.
I peered through the window where the smell was smelling from.
A woman with long, dark hair was stirring a bubbling cauldron hanging in the fireplace.
There were haggardly creatures of all shapes and sizes lined up for a dolling of the potion.
Their bowls were as empty as their hearts that hung from drooping frames and outstretched hands.
The woman whispered a spell upon each creature with the lilting of her ladle.
I spotted the ingredients of the potion on the cutting board.
They were beetroots, celery, and mushrooms.
I leaned in close to hear the spell and heard the woman say,
“It’s perfectly okay to feel the way you do, so go ahead and feel it through and through."
I floated back through town and back through my own window frame of reference into the nodes of my own abode.
I sat in the grey folds of my corduroy couch and stared out of my window.
Something about the pane had changed.
The shapes that filtered through were now a bit more wobbly.
From the comfortable folds in the couches of our brains,
We stare out at the world and interpret the shapes that filter through our panes.
One day, I had an out-of-house experience.
I floated out of my frame of reference into the great beyond.
I had no idea where I was going and my level of control was negligible.
A strange house swam into my peripherals and my system got quite nervous.
It had the markings of a house but was somehow altogether different.
Music was leaking through its seams to the tune of Shostakovich.
A crescendo came and warped its frame and all the panes around it.
I peered through the window into a room that was very much alive.
At first, I saw a dancer twirling around the room to the timing of the tunes.
But then I realized the room was twirling around the dancer and the tunes were playing to her.
She leapt across the room and the walls bent towards her with the deep sound of an oboe.
Her pirouette sent the chandelier spinning with the twinkling of a flute.
A graceful wrist caressed the air and played a sorrowful bar of violin.
The house bent, warped, and swayed as did my frame of reference.
I looked around and realized there were houses all around me.
I flew up to a neighboring window and excitedly gazed in.
A man was pacing and tracing a figure 8 into his living room floor.
He was deep in thought and shallow in socks as all his pacing had worn through his soles.
With a quick “POP-POP” he would disappear for a second or a year then suddenly reappear.
Sometimes he looked older, sometimes he looked younger, sometimes he looked lost, sometimes he looked found.
The only constant was the figure on the floor that bore the tracings of his pacings he left behind as he figured himself into infinity.
Through the neighborhood I floated until a titillating scent tickled the tendrils in my nostrils.
I peered through the window where the smell was smelling from.
A woman with long, dark hair was stirring a bubbling cauldron hanging in the fireplace.
There were haggardly creatures of all shapes and sizes lined up for a dolling of the potion.
Their bowls were as empty as their hearts that hung from drooping frames and outstretched hands.
The woman whispered a spell upon each creature with the lilting of her ladle.
I spotted the ingredients of the potion on the cutting board.
They were beetroots, celery, and mushrooms.
I leaned in close to hear the spell and heard the woman say,
“It’s perfectly okay to feel the way you do, so go ahead and feel it through and through."
I floated back through town and back through my own window frame of reference into the nodes of my own abode.
I sat in the grey folds of my corduroy couch and stared out of my window.
Something about the pane had changed.
The shapes that filtered through were now a bit more wobbly.
