The Stories we tell Ourselves

Sometimes I have to stop and shut my inside voices up. I don't mind the inside voice who says encouraging or funny things. I am particularly targeting any voice in my head that doesn't have something nice to say or who continues to whine about why things aren't working. Or actually listening to the voice who has a ready list of "logical" reasons about why something hasn't/can't work.

When I started noticing myself doing this I started to notice other people doing it around me as well. I started thinking if we spent as much time telling ourselves why things could work, (remembering the good times, seeing the possibilities, supporting the possibilities for others, participating in the work to make things work) as we do telling ourselves and others about why thing can't happen...what a different inner/outer world we would all experience.

I am not interested in my friends and family allowing me to say outloud any sentences the start with (Yeah, I know...but,). That "but" means I am about to provide us with an excuse about why something won't work.

When we see what is possible for ourselves and others, then inspiration occurs. And within inpsiration is momentum. The momentum is like a swift current that carries all of our dreams, hopes, wishes and aspirations wavelike to the stars. I feel the stuckness that comes with selling myself short and I empathetically experience that with others who are practicing the same bad habit.

My mom refers to the stories we tell ourselves as tapes that can be played over and over again and listened to just as easily as they can be erased and re-recorded with something we can all enjoy.

I hope all of us become more aware of what we are telling ourselves...because it truly does translate into how you approach your life, your beliefs, how you parent, how you love.

Thank you for reading.

Choosing Love over Fear

Every day presents us with many opportunities for self improvement and growth. Many times we may find ourselves in the middle of a mess and acting in ways that we wish we wouldn't have. We may even know better than what we are doing and still find ourselves choosing the low road. I have found that when I am choosing the low road the person in the driver's seat is my EGO. It is a spoiled child that wants its way at any cost. Even the cost of affinity and closeness with others...which is what my human spirit craves most of all. I have made a commitment to myself and to my family to be "willing" to catch myself in the act of cruising down the low road. I then take my EGO out of the driver's seat, take a deep breath and realize that I can choose love. Right now. My EGO is the one who is afraid, but I am the one who is listening and choosing. Even with this insight, I will not be perfect, but at least I am practicing and getting better one choice at a time. The older I get, the less interested I am in being "right".