What’s your story?

 

Stories can be many things. 

They can be used to entertain, educate, or elevate.

Sometimes a story starts with a question. Such as, what is your favourite story about travel? What is your favourite story about your family? What is your favourite story from when you were a kid?

Other questions are harder to answer, such as; what story do we tell ourselves? This one is a hard one for me. It’s also the question I ask myself most often.

I used to be oblivious to the story I told myself; of blame, of excuses, usually pointing the finger away from myself. It was what I knew. It hadn’t yet occurred to me that I could do something about it.

I’m on the other side of that now, but its important to keep checking in with myself. When I ask “what story do I tell myself?” I wonder how much I still can’t see.

In my moments of questioning where I’m going with my life, when I’m questioning my worth as a responsible adult, I wonder if what I’m contemplating is an honest reflection of my limitations or if I’m telling myself a story.

As much as I want to believe that I can do or be anything, deep down I think I’m limited. That my mind’s capability just hasn’t got the potential that my dreams require of it.

When confronted with this, I usually have one of two responses: be overwhelmed, or be determined. These are the two sides of my inner battle.

What are the sides of your inner battle? Tell me in the comments.