Writers write, at least that is what I’m told. I call myself a writer, but writing is one of the major areas I struggle in. Not in the formation of words and thoughts, but more so just in the act of sitting down and doing it. I come up with great thoughts and ideas quite often. The problem is most of those thoughts come at a time when I am no where to record or write them down. So by the time I am in a place to do so, the moment has passed, the thought is gone, and for the life of me I can’t remember it. I am an awesome, gifted, and influential writer. Yet I can’t seem to find it within myself to re-establish writing on a daily basis. Then I sit and cry when I’m watching shows that honor people that are out here truly honing their crafts and making a difference, as well as their mark on this world. I cry because I know that I should be doing the same. I cry from the frustration of knowing what I should be doing, but yet am not. I cry because it is no fault of anyone except my own.
It’s not easy breaking habits and routines, especially when they are seemingly engraved and embedded in your muscle memory. The momentum is in full swing and you are going at such a fast pace, but now you have to come to a screeching halt and change direction. It’s not easy breaking habits and routines, but it can be done. Today, since this blog is called Recognizing the Real Me, I thought I would let you in and observe me as I deal with me. I am going to take a page from Brene Brown, and I am going to be vulnerable and allow you to see what it’s like when I am dealing with myself.
My business mentor called me yesterday to check up on me. I expressed to him that right now I am in a fight with myself, old self vs. new self. My old self, based on some current events, is constantly reminding me of how things have gone in the past. My new self is talking back and reminding me, “that was then, this is now.” Just because that was how it happened back then, doesn’t mean it has to be the same outcome now. It is all based on the choices and decisions that I make. I have the choice to decide to do something different this time. I have come to the realization that others can encourage me, believe in me, and hope for the best for me; but until I believe it for myself nothing will change. Today, I am choosing to get up, dust myself off, encourage myself, and move forward. Then tomorrow, I will get up and do the same again, until my muscle memory has been reprogrammed with the habits and routines that will yield me a life lived on purpose headed to my destiny.
As always, I thank you for stopping by. I hope this encourages you. Remember today is a great day to make a positive difference and impact in the lives of those around you by being friendly, showing favor, and giving love! Peace and Blessings unto you!