We all do it..have them..think about them…relive them…FEEL them. The stories we tell ourselves. The good ones. Some stored in perfection, each tiny morsel so yummy in it’s goodness, treasured and protected in complete clarity. Some remembered and re-told with a sprinkle of ‘fish tale’ that we may or may not even realize we’re adding.
And some, so painful and so gut-wrenchingly real we wish more than anything that we could forget them.
We carry these stories around inside of us…day after day, year after year. We hold on to them and believe them and possibly without ever knowing it allow them to create who we are.
Those stories affect our lives, our relationships, our successes, our dreams and our desires. They can make us change the course we are on. Blow up beautiful moments and ruin opportunities that are laid at our feet.
So why do we allow this?
I can’t speak for anyone else, but rewriting my story is hard. Challenging the deep seated beliefs I have about myself is down in the dirt, digging with my bare fingers hard.
It takes bravery and consistency and the decision to open yourself up with a pure vulnerability that is scary as hell.
But it’s necessary.
I have a plan for more. More what? It doesn’t matter. Most people want more out life than they have. It could be, peace, happiness, money, time, love, freedom….it really doesn’t matter what the more is attached to. It’s just ‘more’.
To get to my place of ‘more’ I have to heal and grow and then re-write the stories I tell myself. I think we all do. Each one of us has some ‘thing’ we believe about ourselves that is simply not true. But until we change that internal belief we are never going to be free of that story.
The work is hard…but the reward? Oh. Just think of the stories you’ll have to tell after.