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The Stories We Tell Ourselves

Stories.

We all have one.

As a matter of fact, most of us have several different stories.

We have stories that we share with our family and friends.

We have stories that we share with our co-workers and colleagues.

We have stories that we share with complete strangers.

We have stories that we use to determine our emotional response to money, to health, to technology, and even love.

Many of the stories we replay in our head are untrue.

The stories are based on perspectives built up over time that provides a distorted memory of yesterday and fills us with fear of today.

The fear to be vulnerable.

The fear to connect.

The fear to trust oneself.

The fear of losing control.

The fear of losing what we believe we have in the present.

The wonderful thing is that the same stories can be erased, rewritten, reworked, and told from a different perspective.

A perspective that enables our ability to change how we think, react, and feel.

To create a story that gives us the permission to spit in the face of fear and to walk in the light of endless possibilities.

I choose to tell myself stories filled with endless possibilities.

What story do you choose to tell yourself?

Stories happen at the N of 1.

As always feel free to email me at cancergeek@gmail.com or follow me on Twitter as @cancergeek

~Cancergeek

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Ignore The Banter v2017

Seth Godin refers to it as the lizard brain.

Steven Pressfield has named it the resistance.

Some people on social media refer to it as the noise.

I refer to it as the banter.

That little voice you hear in your mind questioning your thoughts and ideas.

The banter. 

Will anyone care about my post?

Is my idea too radical? Am I being polarizing?

Will my peers still respect me?

Am I being too transparent? Am I not protecting my privacy?

Will people understand my point of view?

Did I proofread, edit, revise, and polish my post so that it is perfect?

For the past few weeks, I have allowed the banter to get the best of me.

I allowed all the naysayers, doubters, peers, and friendly colleagues’ opinions to cloud my own judgment.

I took their commentary, their questions, their opinions and their mentoring and allowed it to steer me down a pathway to silence.

A dark place.

A place of quiet.

A place in which the banter continues to scream questions trying to inflict self-doubt of my ideas, my thoughts, and my vision.

Then something happened.

I was standing in front of my mirror and it reminded me of a poem. A poem that my father gave me a long time ago. (The Man In The Glass)

I pulled it out and there was the one sentence I needed….

And you’ve passed your most dangerous difficult test
if the man in the glass is your friend…

I realized that I wasn’t currently friends with the reflection in the mirror.

I had been ignoring him. I hadn’t spoken to him in weeks. I hadn’t gone out for a walk, gotten drinks, written a note, or shared any of my thoughts with him.

I had ditched my best friend, the reflection in the mirror, for a bunch of opinions from people that haven’t known me as long.

So this is my way of reminding myself to ignore the banter.

To listen and then just as quick to forget.

To listen to the soft whisper of my heart, where my friend resides, and where my truth lies.

Ignore the banter. Listen to the whisper.

Care happens at the N of 1.

I am the one.

As always feel free to email me at cancergeek@gmail.com or follow me on Twitter as @cancergeek

~Cancergeek