The One... The Only... The Vieve

Mirror mirror

So I was talking to someone the other day, and I mentioned that I'm very shy. "You don't seem shy to me," this person said. But that's how I see myself, and it made me think about the stories we construct about ourselves, based on a lifetime of experiences and criticisms and failures and triumphs and relationships. We say, "I'm pudgy," "I'm a smart-ass," "I'm lazy," "I'm forgetful," "I'm not good at math," "I'm this," "I'm not that." But what if those things aren't true? Thinking these things, both the good and the bad, becomes a habit and makes them to true to ourselves, even though we change and evolve (or at least mutate?) constantly.

It's good to question our stories, and rewrite them if they no longer ring true.