It’s interesting the stories we tell ourselves, and the stories we allow others to weave for us.
Sometimes we’re just to darn tired to notice that there may not be a strand of truth within it, so we accept it at face value, and we are either brought up or more often than not dragged unceremoniously down.
Now here’s my question to you, how about, no matter how tired you are, you ask yourself this one question before acceptance:
‘Is that really me?’
I guarantee that if you allow yourself but a moment before the story you’ve told yourself becomes a ‘one for the classics hits’ allow it to pass through the ‘really me’ you’ll discover either that you’re creating and believing something that simply isn’t true, or you’ll have time to appreciate how bloody awesome you are.
Either way, no matter how tired you are, or how busy, just take that moment, recognise what you’re telling yourself, and be kinder to yourself