Whose Story Are You Choosing To Believe?

Our entire lives are shaped by the stories we create – and the stories that have been created for us that we have chosen to believe.  When we are born we know nothing.  Actually I think we know everything – we’ve just forgotten, but that’s a different blog.  Everything we know now is based on what we were told or what we where shown by our parents, teachers, friends, politicians, religion, media, etc.   As if this thought isn’t frightening enough – we are also programmed to believe that we shouldn’t question “authority” and in some cases we shouldn’t even ask questions.  I was an adult before I was able to get over my fear that I would go to hell if I even questioned any of the things I had been taught about God.  Once I broke through that one it was like the rug of my existence was pulled out from underneath me and I began to question everything.

I now realize that the world I live in was created by other people.  People who live in fear.  People who have bought into the whole control and accumulation game.  Piece by piece the foundations and beliefs that I have based my entire life on are starting to crumble – and this is a very good thing.  This means I get to create my life going forward based on what I believe – without  the need to control the lives that others are creating for themselves.  Fortunately many of my friends are coming to this same conclusion, and the new people that I am meeting are also of this same vibration.  Sadly, those that are still stuck in the control games don’t fit in my new story right now.  I will continue to love them from a distance and will welcome them back lovingly when and if our energetic vibrations match again.

Now I get to look at the stories that I’ve chosen to believe – and decide if I still want to believe them.  There is one in particular that I’ve been struggling with.  About 35 years ago I was told by someone that I thought was a very good friend “nobody likes to talk to you because you only talk about yourself”.  I’m really good at blocking bad memories – but this one has stayed with me.  I’ve been working on letting it go for several years now.  I’ve let the person go, but the belief was with me for so long it is taking a lot to break it down.

I am a great listener.  Complete strangers will tell me their life stories.  Friends find themselves telling me things they’ve never told to other people.  People like to talk to me.  Somewhere along the line though I stopped trying to talk to them.  Whenever I start to tell a story about me I start watching for signs that they are not really interested.  If I pause and they jump in about themselves, I just let them go on because they obviously don’t want to hear my story – they want to tell their own.  At the first eyeroll or sign of boredom I cut my story short.  I no longer try to converse with people while they are telling their story because I don’t want them to feel the way I feel when I get cut off or shut down.   I even had one friend put her hand up in front of me and say “let me finish” when I tried to make a comment about a story she was telling me.  It was a very boring detailed story about people I didn’t even know and she made me feel like I had to stand there and listen intently without talking.  WHY do I continue to attract these people to me?  I think it’s because I still believe that story.

I have a great story and people want to hear it.  I’m also a good listener for those that want someone to listen.  For those that just want someone to talk at…. I’m not around very long for them.  That’s the story I’m choosing to believe now.

About letting people down

Most of the time our fears are based on things we have created in our minds.  I believe that Fear really is False Evidence Appearing Real.  However, I’ve also believe that we create our own reality – so if we dwell enough on our fears we can bring them into our reality.

I HATE letting people down.  The sound of disappointment in a person’s voice can drop my vibration in a heartbeat.  I immediately become defensive – either for myself or for the person I feel they are disappointed in.  MOST of the time the person isn’t even dissapointed, or if they are it isn’t close to the level of disappointment that I am perceiving.  Once again – it comes down to my assumptions of how other people are feeling.  My assumptions.  My insecurities.  My projections.  My disappointment in myself.  It’s nice to realize how powerful I am in all of this – which helps ease the sting of owning all of it!!

The fear of letting people down can create a vicious circle.  For me, fear leads to anxiety.  Anxiety leads to illness.  Getting sick and not being able to attend something that I’ve committed to causes my fear to become reality.  Letting people down leads to depression.  Depression leads to isolation – If I don’t ever commit to anything then I can’t let anyone down.  Oh but wait – fear that my isolation is letting people down leads to me committing to things I’m not sure I’m ready for.   Committing to things I’m not sure about leads to fear, anxiety, illness…. etc.   I have been in this cycle for as long as I can remember… but I will not let it rule me any more.

I need to forgive myself for disappointing myself.  I’ve said I was sorry so many times to everyone else – when really the one person that can heal this is me.

If I can forgive me – can you forgive you???  Give it a try, I think you will like it.

The first step is admitting it.

I’ve decided it is time to take back my life – even if it is completely different than what I had planned for and expected. I’ve also decided that some of what I have been going through over the last several years, and especially the last 8 months could benefit others. Therefore I am going to attempt to journal this and share it for those that may be interested. I’ve tried this before – and usually never get to the point of actually sharing or publishing anything. So we will just see where this goes.

I believe that everything happens for a reason, and that everyone in my path was put there to show me something about myself. The people that push my buttons the hardest are the ones that I have the most to learn from. Seriously, why do they bother me so much if I don’t see any of their behavior in me? I know the answer to that is because they are mirroring a behavior or pattern that I also have, and most of the time I’m in big time denial that it is my pattern. Except now I know better. Still doesn’t make it easy to swallow.

My most recent revelation is related to my pattern of trying to please everyone. I’m a libra and I’ve always been the peacekeeper. Even as a child I remember trying to stop my parents from fighting. Not that they had any big fights – just the usual that every married couple has (yes every married couple argues – but I digress). I’ve always felt the need, perhaps even that it was my duty – to try and step in and help other people get along. Ironic isn’t it, that I get so angry and irritated with the people in my life that also have this pattern? Actually I don’t think it is ironic at all. I believe I chose to have these people come into my life so I could see how this pattern of behaviour is making me (and others) miserable. I believe that we choose our families long before we incarnate as humans. I believe that everything is in divine design.

I have many memories of becoming very defensive and even lashing out at loved ones because I felt that they were hurting others that I loved. I’ve yelled at my aunts for hurting my mother’s feelings, at my mother in law for hurting my husband’s feelings, and at my parents for hurting my daughter’s feelings. The problem was – none of these perceived victims asked me to get involved. In fact, they didn’t even “tell” me that their feelings were hurt. I just assumed. Yes, maybe they were hurt a bit – but they never wanted or expected me to go to bat for them. Had they asked that would have been a completely different story. But in all of the times I flew to their defense without them asking me to – I ended up hurting more people in the process.

Realizing this is huge for me. Especially now – with my whole life being turned upside down by the sudden and unexpected death of my husband. I have experienced a level of grief and depression that I never could have fully understood before. I never would have imagined that I could spend 8 months doing pretty much nothing and staying in my pajamas for days on end. I never would have imagined that I could care so little about what is going on in the world. And what is even worse – is that through some widows groups I have joined I never would have imagined that so many others out there are going through exactly what I am.

What I have realized is that we all have shit we are going through. I’ve been trying my whole life to juggle everyone elses shit for them. They never asked me to, and I never asked them if I could. So I shoudn’t be upset if I get coverred in other people’s shit. Time to wipe it off and worry about my own shit. Time to stop living in other people’s circumstances. Time to realize that by being more selfish – I can actually become even more loving. Loving of myself, which leads to being more loving towards others. Those that are meant to be in my life will accept this. Those that are also stuck in this pattern, I will gently remind them that I don’t need them to fix anything for me. Hopefully this will remind me of my own pattern and they will understand. If not, it’s not my shit to worry about.