I did one of my favorite things yesterday - thrift shop hopping. I have friends that would rather clean toilets than come on one of my jaunts, but honestly, it just makes me happy. I feel like a pirate finding buried treasure, plus it solves my need to recycle.......win/win, that's what I say, but I digress. Yesterday, right, I'm totally in the zone, weaving thru this shop, when I notice a gown hanging on the wall. A wedding gown. A gorgeous wedding gown with a huge coffee stain all down the front of it. Immediately, I just knew what had happened - there was the bride in tears on the day of her wedding, having just been doused in coffee by the ex-girlfriend of her soon to be husband. I must have made a loud sigh because the guy behind the counter looked up from his computer and said he was looking for a way to remove coffee stains from lace and did I know a way? Turns out, the gown had been donated in perfect condition that morning and one of the employees had spilled their coffee on it. Huh? You mean I made it up?
How many times have I done that about me in my life? Made up a story that was very dramatic, completely entertaining, could have been true by looking at the evidence, but had nothing to do with what was really going on?! This keeps coming up for me (and maybe for you, too). These stories that I've lived by, these stories that I've made up that feel bad but true, these stories that stop me. The problem is that these stories aren't entertaining fiction,they impact my life ..... stories about what I do or don't deserve. Stories about how lucky or lovable I'm not. Stories about how smart or beautiful I am. I keep forgetting that I made them up in the first place. Do you do that too?
So pick one. Any story you like. About your abundance. About your desirability. About your bounce-back-ability. Let's finish this summer of planetary retrogrades differently than any summer before it. Pick one. Just one, and re-write the heck out of it.
I'm choosing one of my stories to change......it's gonna be a doozy.......