My Basket

I close this day today giving a voice to those nasty little gnat thoughts, buzzing around crazily, irritatingly, making me want to hide under cover. “You don’t know anything” they chant. Sometimes so loud I wonder if others hear them. Kept at bay when I’m feeling successful or helpful. But one sideways glance delivered by a perfect stranger – holds so much weight – wrecking ball heavy. Tearing down all the goodness —- “I have great ideas”, “things are always working out for me”, “I am a quick learner” and “I feel my opinion is valued”—— I have accumulated all morning. My basket of good feelings apparently is too small or loosely wound allowing all the good shit to fall out….. hmmmmm suddenly all I’m left with is “Where’s your brain?” and “You keep making mistakes”. Who TF put THOSE thoughts in my basket? Well, regardless of their origin, I need to shine some light on what these little gnat-bastards are selling…. I can reframe all of it- “I make mistakes and I am still worthy of love” or how about, “I am imperfect and I am alive” even, “my brain is imperfect, I send it love and kindness”. I hope your basket, like mine, gets as many face-lifts as often as it needs to. 💜