The Stories We Tell Ourselves

It told me to “tell your story”— and so I did.

It told me to “tell your story”— and so I did.

Tell, not ask; instilling [a sense of] imperative.

I must. I can’t. I will.

I’m not good enough. I’m too much. I don’t know how, or why, or where to start — but that doesn’t matter.

Just Do It.

Nike’s marketing strategists have a lot to answer for.

It began… a long time ago, as these things do. As everything does. It’s hard to pinpoint when, but that doesn’t matter. It’s hard to pinpoint why, too — hard to differentiate between factors that all implicitly contribute, flowing like a river to the sea into what makes I, you, we ME. I am I am I am: the power of three, ego screaming. That sense of wholeness; the agony.

The stories we tell ourselves are what we believe.

It’s all you know. It’s all you can feel. It’s all you can imagine.

The parameters of your experience exist within a single vision.

Lens as clear as the frame is indistinct; for wherever you go, there you are — even if you keep running.

The stories we tell ourselves matter because they are…