Limits

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I wish I learned about that voice when I was younger. That voice, that tells me I suck. The one that says I’m not good enough. The one that whispered in my ear nearly every single day this past summer, that the hours I poured into my novel were a colossal waste. 

It’s no wonder why I didn’t pursue my dreams as a youngster. Heck, it’s probably the reason I ditched my hobbies and never got really good at anything. 

We need to teach the youngsters about that voice and how it isn’t even real. How it wants nothing more than to makes us miserable, and isn’t even real. How it informs us of how awful our friends and loved ones are so that we are angry at them, yet isn’t even real.  And how it urges us to splurge and binge, all for a happiness that is as fake as the voice. 

I guess I’m lucky I learned about it now, some people never disassociate themselves from the voice. The book, The Untethered Soul, equates the voice to a crazy roommate in our heads- and I don’t think the author is that far off. 

Are you listening to the deranged roommate in your brain? When you break free of the chaos and negativity, the sky really does become the limit and we can accomplish anything we set our minds to. <3 

 

Published by Organic Revival

I am a mom of boys, wife, furmom, gardner, walker, runner, teacher, reader, writer and cook. I am 42 years old and live in the beautiful state of Michigan. I love my job as an elementary special education teacher. The most remarkable quality of mine is that I'm a recovering alcoholic.

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