If I ask this inner critic, “What are you trying to say,” and really listen, I hear its fear, its desire to protect me from failure and rejection, and I can say to the voice, “Thank you for trying to protect me, but I’ve got this.” What is the “inner critic” part of the brain, if not a string of judgmental words?
My brain can be trained to notice the feelings as something apart from me, clouds floating through the sky, sometimes maybe bringing rain or a storm. As in real life, we can grumble at the rain, take shelter from the storm, but inherently understand it’s part of our life here on Earth, that the rain is needed for life. We don’t analyze what we could have done to stop the rain from happening.
Yesterday, I had the realization that I’ve been carrying around something since a very young age, and I’m only now feeling the true weight of it, and how much it slows me down.
Taking the oars back from my chattering monkey brain, and directing where I want to go.
Who or what gets to define “suppose to” in our lives?
What to do when that list of "shoulds" interferes with a sick day.
For as much as I like to tell myself that I don’t care what other people think, that I have a fierce independent streak and stubbornness that I can take care of myself and need to be able to do what I want to do, I still can’t shake the feeling that I’m being watched.