If you convince yourself that something is true…does that mean it really is?
Can your thoughts alone have the power to make something real?
If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it…
Does it make a sound?
I’ve been feeling a bit frustrated for a few weeks; my creative juices drying up to nothing more than a mere drop. And I’m just about parched.
Being a writer, that’s more than upsetting.
It’s led me to feel a bit philosophical trying to puzzle out my thoughts and feelings.
If I am not feeling creative or inspired…
Does it mean I’m not creative or inspiring?
So many of us manage to convince ourselves of all sorts of things. I’m fat. I’m ugly. I’m stupid. I’m unworthy. I’m a loser. I’m old. I’m worthless. I’m friendless. I’m boring. I’m neurotic.
And after a while, what happens?
We become so convinced and invested in those statements that we start actually believing them.
And acting them.
We work against ourselves and work harder developing the belief that the belief becomes real.
If words and thoughts have so much power and influence, then why can’t we surround ourselves with positive affirmations, instead? Why can’t we say I’m pretty. I’m brilliant. I’m worthy. I’m as young as I feel. I’m good. I’m somebody.
To me, this is a frustratingly rhetorical question.
That old self-loathing of youth that you thought you left behind with acne and mean girls is still hanging around, dammit!
I think that life, especially as we get older, is about pushing through the obstacles – whether they’re real or perceived (or a combination of both). I’m beginning to realize – except for the very lucky few – that this so-called life can be really tough at times. Just this week, I had conversations with two close friends who have, through different legitimate reasons, become hopelessly despondent. I’m so sad for them. On one hand, I clearly see how easy it can be to let go and fall deep into despair. And I see how hard it can be to hold on. On the other hand, I know that we need to cling, hold on, push through and persevere.
Because when we do, something wonderful happens.
We’ll start writing/living/being/doing/enjoying again.
Buddha says this: “You, yourself, as much as anybody else in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.”
Thanks to my friend, Estelle, who muses on motherhood, who wisely told me I should “Write that I can’t write. Seriously.”
And that’s just what I did.
Can you relate? What do you do to break out of negative self-talk?