The stories we tell ourselves
When I was 40 years younger, I would make up stories and songs for fun. I truly enjoyed my own company.
If you can’t enjoy your company how do you expect someone else to enjoy it?
These experiences would happen at the strangest times. Sometimes I was bored. Sometimes I just liked having different thoughts. It could happen while I was playing football in the front yard, by myself. At times, it happened when I was laying in bed watching the lights of oncoming cars move across the wall. It could happen in the haymow while I was talking to the cat.
One of my favorites was to imagine my mom and dad in the sky-high airplane. It would make more sense if they were returning from vacation. When they were, it was perfect. I’d picture them seated, having a drink, and looking out the window. I’d wave and imagine they could see me. It was a fun game that always made me happy.
When they’d get home, I’d ask them if they’d seen me. Of course, they hadn’t. It was still so much fun.
This is a game that I still play. In our backyard, we are can see the flights coming into and out of the Columbus Airport. When I see flights taking off, I imagine one of my speaker friends heading off to make another speech. That gives me some incentive to head back to my office, send some emails, and make some calls.
Then there are times I tell myself stories that aren’t fun, I imagine them saying, “not this guy again” “he’s getting on my nerves” “I’ve had it with him”. That indeed may be happening, but I doubt it. What’s the point in having a story to share, having the burning desire to share it, if you’re not willing to fight for it?
Being stopped by self-limiting beliefs is something that we all struggle with. Breaking through those barriers is critical to moving forward.
What stories are you telling yourself?
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