The Stories We Tell Ourselves

๐‡๐ž ๐๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐‹๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐€๐ญ ๐Š๐ข๐ฐ๐ข๐ฌ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐’๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐–๐š๐ฒ ๐€๐ ๐š๐ข๐งโ€ฆ

At 6 months old, my son would give everything that we placed on his plate a try. His sense of adventure had consistently rewarded him with satisfaction, pleasure and joy, so he kept going.

He was especially fond of kiwis. His eyes would widen with delight each time he sees them on his plate. One day, an encounter with a grossly tart kiwi changed everything.

He spat it out forcefully as soon as it landed on the tip of his tongue. He cringed and shivered while squeezing his eyes. When he finally opened his eyes, he looked at the kiwi bits with disgust. That marked the end of his relationship with kiwis.

It has been 5 months since his encounter with the grossly tart kiwi (he just turned 1) and in spite of my efforts to serve kiwis ever so often and convince him that the kiwis we were having are exceptionally sweet, he refused to give them a look, or try. In his mind, there was a story on replay. The story says: ๐˜’๐˜ช๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ด (๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ด, ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ).

The kiwi-story my son tells himself is a reflection of the stories we tell ourselves. Often, these stories are fueled by self-limiting beliefs that hold us back and keep us stuck. They amplify our fears, steal our joy, rob us of our power, and prevent us from experiencing the full spectrum of life. I have certainly told myself many of such stories growing up.

The good news is this: ๐–๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ฌ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐›๐ฒ ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ.

What stories have you been telling yourself?

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Sheena Ang

I am here to help you uncover what you have within yourself, and thereby discover things that you could not see by yourself. Things, that when seen, can radically change your life.