Letting go of the stories we tell ourselves requires courage and commitment. A unstoppable willingness to move past the stories that do not serve us. To let go, we can’t just simply ignore and stuff them in the closet. We have to bring them out in the open and shine a light on them.
The rewards that await us cannot happen without allowing ourselves to experience the darkness our stories hold. Only then can we reach the light at the end of the tunnel.
Our perception of our reality is what needs to be let go of.
The stories we tell ourselves are not our reality. They are just stories we cling to. Our stories have the power to limit or expand how we define ourselves. When we talk about letting go, we are really talking about releasing ourselves from the emotional hold stories have on our current perception of our reality.
Release and the light will shine brightly.
Letting go is an ever-evolving process. Our everyday stories are intertwined with the core fundamental stories that are holding us back. As we release one story from our dominant pattern of behavior, another one is sure to replace it. Our individual story patterns are inner related to each other.
Successful letting go comes by avoiding story isolation and building a supporting pattern of beliefs. Ultimately, identifying our core story creates an expansive space for us to remove the power that story currently holds and returns us to our desired state of being.
We expand our possibilities by changing our story, by changing the current relationship with ourselves and with the world we live in.
Allow me to share a story I told myself. For a long time, this story held great power of me. I believed the story to be true. I challenged and rejected anyone who said it wasn’t.
I’m not exactly sure when this story took root. Best I can tell is 7th grade. When is not as important as the story itself. Here’s the story.
I am a terrible writer. My grammar skills suck. I can’t spell. I don’t need to write.
This story contains nothing but darkness. Negative vibes radiate in my body as I typed those words. I can’t believe I lived with this story as long as I did.
Deep in my soul, I knew this story was complete rubbish. Gut feelings aside, I never took action to formally debunk and put it to rest. Many college professors encouraged me to write. They told me I had a gift. They told me I shined when my words appeared on paper. They gave me hope.
Hope provides a flicker of light in the tunnel of darkness.
Despite hope, I graduated from college and stopped writing on a regular basis.
I started writing again a little over two years ago. At first, I wrote for classes I was taking. Then, I wrote for me. In August of 2009, I began publishing a blog as part of my business website. While I enjoyed telling stories and publishing articles, my story had not changed. I still did not think of myself as a writer.
Last spring, as the flowers bloomed, so did I. I emerged from the darkness. I am a writer.
What story do you need to let go of?
