This morning, walking the dog after I had read through today’s headlines in the news, I found myself thinking about the stories we tell ourselves.
About who we are.
Victim or repairer.
About where we have been.
Cared for or ignored.
About where we are going.
Forward to better or to Hell in a hand basket.
It was not really an Aha moment.
More like a reminder that we all live in very different stories
And those stories drive how we think and act.
And how hard it is for the stories we tell ourselves to be changed.