It’s tough watching your friends beat themselves up with their shoulds and shouldn’ts, running the circular track of their patterns.
I’m sure I do it to. I’m trying to stop it, so here I am.
“I’m grocery shopping by myself on a Saturday night,” one complained. “It’s so pathetic.”
How is it pathetic, I think. It’s just grocery shopping. Who cares when it is? Do you know how many moms would love the opportunity to shop sans kids on any night?
But it means something to her, symbolically. There is a dialogue going on in her head that only makes sense to her; entire conversations on how lame her life is.
For some reason it struck me. I guess because it seemed ridiculous to me, so what do I say to myself that, if said out loud to others, would seem just as pointless?
What am I telling myself that keeps me running the same loop? And what’s the payoff? If I keep doing the same things, I must get some type of benefit. I think it’s time to really start listening to my inner-me-chatter. I think maybe it’s time for that bitch to go.