Do you find yourself stopping your life because of the stories you’ve lived? You know what I mean . . .
- I was abused as a child.
- My mother loved my sister better (really she did.)
- I’ve always had allergies, asthma, bad knees (you name it, you claim it)
- I’m not athletic.
- I can’t ski (or run, or bike, or hike, or whatever)
- My parents divorced so I’ll divorce
Okay you see what I mean now. I’m not minimizing your stuff, a lot of our stories are really painful and represent stuff that happened to us at an age where we may have had little or no control over it. Here is what we do have control over, our story going forward. That’s right, you heard me! You lived your story, you’ve told your story (likely a gazillion times), and now get over your story to get on with your life!
Your often unwitting storytelling about yourself is sabotaging your way forward. Every time you dish the old story you reinforce the pattern created and foster the limitations that story represents. You can’t move forward as long as you haul all the old junk, you have to pack it up, let it go and move forward lighter and brighter.
It’s a choice, it isn’t necessarily easy but it is necessary and in your case, it might even be life saving, to let go of the story that you have been telling for years and move into a place in your life where you are writing a new story every day. You are in charge of your story from this moment on. Stop beating yourself up for the old story, you likely may not have written parts of it, someone else wrote it on you. But today, you are in charge. Claim your story, claim your future.
I used to say I wasn’t athletic, and sometimes still do, yet I’ve bungee jumped, skydived, tandem hang glided, para sailed, water skied and more. Those aren’t things that a couch potatoe does!
I used to say that weight issues ran in my family, it was genetic. I even made the excuse or it was made for me, that it was baby fat. Well, news flash, I’ve never had a baby, and this statement was used when I was in my twenties, way past my baby stage. What excuses are you making?
I used to say that my mother loved my sister better, really she told me that. So what? You know what it did for me? It was a gift, it made me awesomely independent and gave me the wisdom to know that my sister needed my mom more than I did. That’s cool, no harm, no foul.
I let go of old patterns and old stories all the time, there are a ton of them we each carry around. Moving forward means letting go, and writing your life from the moment you are in forward. Stop allowing your past to define you and instead live into your unlimited today and your possibility laden tomorrow.
CHALLENGE: What old story can you rid yourself of today to reframe your today in an unlimited way and generate juice to write your story forward? Tell me in comments here. I am genuinely interested and want to support you in this way forward.
Interesting twist. When I present principles and practices of storytelling, it’s always about a positive story. You raise a solid point about the types of stories we tell ourselves—they might not be positive! They might not be stories worth telling.
No doubt we all have well-crafted stories advocating for our weaknesses and our fears. Thank you for the admonition to let go of those stories that don’t take me where I want to go.
You’ve lived your story, told your story, now get over your story and get on with your life!!
Hugs, Melissa
I LOVE IT IM STANDING ON MY STORY INSTEAD OF IN IT
WE HAVE IDENTICAL STORYS I KNEW I CONNECTED WITH YOU FOR A REASON!
Celeste,
There is always a reason, a season or a lifetime to connect . . .
Hey go put your pic in gravatar.com so we can see that beautiful face.
Hugs, Melissa
Melissa,
I couldn’t agree with you words here more. If only more (all) people would see this & feel this way. There are at least two ways to look at everything, why choose the down side.
Be well my friend,
Randy
Thanks Randy,
The upside is a choice and too often not the one made. There is a growing movement of folks who seek the upside in everything, I’m all in.
Hugs, Melissa
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