Our Own Self-Fulfilling Prophecies

Over the past couple of years I’ve written numerous pieces on subjects such as the power of positive thinking, the law of attraction, and living a high vibrational life.

I’ve had opportunities to teach others about how their own thoughts and words have the ability to manifest in their everyday life. I’ve journaled about my own goals, painted positive affirmations to display in my home, and have meditated on being in alignment with my purpose.

Yet, somehow, I have still held tight to my own negative identities.

*A self-fulfilling prophecy is a prediction that directly or indirectly causes itself to become true, by the very terms of the prophecy itself, due to positive feedback between belief and behavior. A positive or negative prophecy, strongly held belief, or delusion—declared as truth when it is actually false—may sufficiently influence people so that their reactions ultimately fulfill the once-false prophecy.

We have all done it- we’ve negatively labeled ourselves. We’ve expected the worst. We’ve looked at old patterns and played fortune teller with our own lives.

Over the past year, I’ve watched jobs fall apart, I had to leave my apartment, and I’ve expected the worst in my own relationships.

I’ve also looked to the past to predict the future.

I’ve been a walking contradiction!

The good news is, it’s not too late to create new, productive identities for yourself.

We no longer need to reflect on the past to determine what’s in store for us- we can looks at our mistakes and start creating a whole new (and positive!) forecast in the here and now.

And who knows? It may be better than our wildest dreams.

*Thanks for the info, Wikipedia

Onion Layers

PSA: It may sound like I’m talking about groceries, but don’t be fooled- I’m not.

Have you ever pushed your feelings down so deeply that they come up to the surface all at once?

Me too!

This morning I found myself thinking I was frustrated with one thing, only to discover I was peeling 10 layers of an onion.  When I went to talk to someone about it, 10 more layers unfolded.

At this point I’m a complete crying mess full of impending doom (and those weren’t actual onion tears, either).

But today, I am able to honor even the uncomfortable feelings- because I’m learning to get through them.  I’m proud of myself for not running from my feelings like I used to.

People are often used to me smiling and spreading good cheer.  It makes them feel funny when I’m not that person they’ve grown to know.  However, I’ve learned that holding in your feelings and frustrations doesn’t serve anyone.

I’ve spent my entire life acting, pretending everything is just dandy.  I’ve worn a mask of having everything “all together,” only to fall apart like a house of cards.  For over a decade, I’ve simply moved cities, changed jobs, and left relationships when times get tough.

But not today.

Today, I’m going to keep pushing through the discomfort.

Nine Lives

Like a cat, I have seemed to live nine lives.

Time and time again, I have found myself running- running from what others thought of me, running from what I thought of myself, and running from who I was afraid I may may become.

It took a decade of running to discover I was exactly who I needed to be all along.

From moving to San Francisco in 2008 to living in Boston ten years later, I realized I brought myself with me everywhere I went. No “geographic cure” could be the remedy, nor could “recreating” myself change who I was on the inside.

I may have fallen nine times, but I’ve always managed to land on my feet- and today, I’m grateful to sit still.