"I'm a bad mom"
"I'm lazy"
"I should be better at serving other people"
"My freckles are ugly"
These are the stories I used to tell about myself. I thought they were just truths about me. It was as if I could go to a doctor he could diagnose me with a severe case of "laziness."
But then, something miraculous happened.
I came to the realization that these "truths" about myself were just stories.100
% made up and completely optional. I chose to no longer identify with these tales, and I decided to rewrite my story.
Sure sometimes, I'm still a bad mom, but most of the time, I'm freaking awesome, rocking the mom game like a champ.
And, okay, maybe there are moments of laziness where Netflix and I have a passionate love affair. But the rest of the time, I'm a productivity machine! So, I decided that I'm simply a part-time couch potato.
As for serving others, I can proudly say that I do my part. I'm like a superhero with a cape made of kindness, but I also have my moments when I just want to binge-watch a TV series and be a superhero to myself for once. In this world, we need both kinds of heroes!
And my freckles? They're not ugly; they're the universe's way of giving me a unique, custom-designed face. Who wants to blend in when you can stand out in a crowd of cookie-cutter faces?
Organized? Well, This one I can proudly now say I am organized. It took some embracing the disorganization that comes naturally me, and once I did that, it was a lot easier to make that change!
The stories I tell about myself now are much more intentional, and truer to who I am as a perfectly imperfect human being. I hope that, like me, you can question the stories you tell about yourself, be honest with who you really are. Embrace the things that make you uniquely you.
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