In the midst of the wreckage, make sure you don't miss the collateral beauty. Single, boy momma.
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Backwards Bicycle
My homework this week (assigned by my therapist) is to talk nicely to myself. I apparently have an issue with slandering Rebekah.
When we work through issues, the resounding theme is apparently, "I'm a screw up. Get it together. You DO NOT have this." This is quite opposite to what I tell those I love. I can dish it out for everyone else, but I can't eat my own damn pie.
I find that when mistakes are made, there is a battle going on in my brain. Do I fall prey to the harrowing effects of self-defamation or do I forgive myself and take it for what it is. I typically choose self-defamation.
It's interesting what your "self-talk" does to the state of your happiness. Good things are slower to come. Positivity has to fight its way through all sorts of obstacles to find you. Success has climbed a mountain and is taking a break. Peace has just totally given up.
All because of four small words..."I'm a screw up."
An engineer taught himself how to ride a bike that was backwards. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MFzDaBzBlL0) The wheel went the opposite way when the handles were turned. It was comical watching him & others attempt it over and over and over again. He had the knowledge but knowledge is NOT understanding. After 8 months, he was able to ride it. It took his son TWO WEEKS because children have more neuroplasticity in their brains than adults. And even when the engineer did learn to ride the bike, if he faltered at all from focusing, he would wreck because his brain took him back to what had been embedded for 30 years.
Our brains are old dogs who are wary of new tricks.
I have been slinging mud at myself for 40 years. It may be time I learn to ride a backwards bicycle.
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