I mostly believe myself. If what I see in the mirror tells me that I am a pig, I say to myself that I am a pig, and I have the feelings that follow the realization that I am a pig. And my actions follow, and people all around me start treating me like a pig.
But if what I see in the mirror tells me that I am a princess, I say to myself that I am a princess and I act accordingly. And strangely enough, other people do too; they start treating me like a princess.
The stories I tell myself are completely believable to me. I trust me more than I trust what people say. Or God at times. And that certainly has gotten me into big troubles, because my choices and attitudes are the direct result of what I have been telling myself. And it has not always been pretty.
The stories I tell myself, they shape me, they determine who I am and where my future is heading.
And I bet you are just the same.
We might want to be more careful about the stories we tell ourselves. We might want to change some of them. We might want to let God tell us which ones should be told, and which ones should be buried.
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