Story Time

The stories we tell ourselves about who we used to be are in the past. Who we used to be can not hurt us anymore.  Yet it's not uncommon for us to presently fear what's already past, even if it doesn't make sense.

We took ourselves to be someone that our teachers, parents, bosses, spouses, friends, co-workers, roomates or siblings told us we were...,fat; overly bold; too _____(fill in the blank); unworthy of time, friendship, attention, love.
How long will we continue to listen and believe their stories?

What would happen if we valued discovering our true selves more than we valued being loyal to the stories of others?

We are more than stories.

Tell yourself a new story.   A true story.   Today's story.   One filled with love.

Going inside

Have you ever been spending time with someone
but you feel like they're really not with you?
Their thoughts are somewhere else.
It's common toward the end of one's life to go inside.

For the person on the outside this is painful. 
We want to keep that person in our world...forever.

But as one prepares themselves for whatever is beyond, and curls up into themselves
I choose to believe they are re-living the best parts...experiencing once again...
    their mother's first touch of love as they came into this world
    time spent with childhood friends seeking mischief
    the blush of bliss as they vowed their life to another
    the feel of a wam, tiny hand in their own
    the swell of pride that comes from reflecting on a life well lived

So go on in.
I'll do my best to gracefully hold the door.