Saturday, April 7, 2012

Story Editing

So I've been tuning into Oprah's new LifeClass series and I have to admit I've been getting a lot out of it.

I know it’s most people’s knee-jerk reaction to write off her self-help regimens as nothing but another attempt at marketing or expanding her business. But you know what, WHO THE FUCK CARES??! If people are getting something positive out of the classes then more power to her!!!

Anyways, that's not what I'm here to talk about!!

One of the reoccurring messages of this season is the idea that ’We are our story’.

Basically, those things we keep telling ourselves -- about who we are, how we got there, where we’re going, what we have to offer -- make up our mental story.

That story pretty much runs our life, and unfortunately most of us have held onto that story for so long that we’ve been conditioned to believe it.

When I was 16 I had someone shake me hard and teach me that my story was bullshit and I needed to let it go.

She came into my life at the perfect time and changed everything around.

I was no longer the weak, helpless, sickly little girl that needed to be taken care of all the time. She slowly convinced me that all those things I had allowed myself to believe in were nothing more than stories. LIES.

Yes I was scared, yes it might be hard, yes I am working with a different set of abilities than most, but that doesn’t necessarily mean those things can’t be overcome.

But because I believed so strongly in my past story and because no one ever confronted those beliefs, I played into it. I allowed myself to be weak, sickly, and helpless girl.

Eventually I decided to choose different stories.  Maybe I couldn't hope for the best but I could always challenge what I had set up in my mind. And that's what I started with. Here’s something that I have always believed deep to my core:

I don’t know everything.


So just because a situation FEELS helpless; who the hell am I to say that it definitively is???

No one.

So I don't.

I stopped pretending like I knew for certain the way things were going to work out.

I’ve come really far. I’ve stopped telling myself some of my most debilitating stories and it’s paid off so much. I’ve even gotten to the point where I was a little arrogant about how far I've come. Ready to pat myself on the back and congratulate myself for how well I've done.

But this class has taught me that that's also BULLSHIT.

I'm still telling myself some pretty nasty stories.

And I know. I KNOW that it’s wrong.

But these stories are safe because they are predictable and I know how to be THAT person. And sometimes it’s just hard to break those patterns.

At this point, I'm over it. I'm done with those stories. We’re getting a divorce.

THERE’S SOME SERIOUS EDITING THAT NEEDS TO BE DONE IN MY LIFE.

Old story: I'm too disfigured, unclean, weak, ugly, imperfect to be loved.

New story: Love is not based on external factors. I will be loved for who I am. Every part of me.

Old story: I’m too scared to accept that love.

New story: I'm limitless in my courage. I will always be loved because I will always love myself.

Old story: I will never be in a relationship because I refuse to be a burden to someone I love.

New story: I am not a burden. I deserved to be loved. I can offer my love, companionship, dedication, life to another person and our relationship can be equal.

Old story: I can’t take care of myself.

New story: I can make sure I'm taken care of.

Those are just a few, but if I find more, I'll make sure to add them here.

I'm done believing the worst case scenario for myself.

Life is magical and beautiful and anything could happen. I’m not going to ruin this whole thing for myself by closing off to all the blissful possibilities.

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