I was watching the movie The Secret and was completely taken off guard by the opinion and observations of the Chicken Soup author.
He said that everyone’s got a story. Everyone has something that has happened to them in their lives that gives them the excuse to act the way they do today. Whether it’s “I had an abusive father so now I overeat to comfort myself.” “My mother was an alcoholic so now I’m one too.” “My whole family is fat, so I’m fat too.” “My wife cheated on me so now I don’t trust women.” “I was sexually molested when I was younger and my mother didn’t believe me so now I hate women.” It doesn’t matter who you ask, everyone has a story. Sometimes they’re different and sometimes they’re the same.
Do you know what he said about all of these stories? He said “So What?!” That’s right, he said “So what?!”.
“I had an abusive father…” SO WHAT?!
“My mother was an alcoholic…” SO WHAT?!
“My whole family is fat…” SO WHAT?!
“My wife cheated on me…” SO WHAT?!
“I was sexually molested when I was younger…” SO WHAT?!
His point is that as long as you continue to send that energy out into the Universe, you’ll keep drawing that kind of energy back to you. I know he’s onto something with this thought. I’ve actually seen this happen.
If you have drama, you bring drama.
We all need to move past our stories. We need to realize that, yes, this happened to us, but it doesn’t have to rule the rest of our lives. We need to find another way of living because living in the past will never allow you to enjoy and start living in your present, your here and now.
Whenever I write about a memory I have an internal conversation with myself. I re-read what I’ve written and compare it to what I’m doing in my here and now.
What is my purpose in writing this blog? I want to tell my own stories.
Am I re-hashing events from my own life and sharing it with people far and wide? Yes, I am.
Is there anyone present that is giving me a reality check? No, there are no professional counselors present and the only feedback I receive is if someone happens along and leaves me a comment.
Have I surrounded myself with the misery of others? Perhaps I have. I know I invite everyone to share their stories with me.
If the thrill I get whenever I know someone has read my writings is any indication, then yes, I am guilty as charged.
Some of my friends have asked me why I write in this blog and I have told them that to me, to get it out of my head and into print, is therapeutic. I pay my metaphorical dollar and I get the attention of an entire group of people and I tell my stories…and I feel good about myself once I’m done. I guess that is the most important part of this exercise, to feel good afterwards.
I hold people up to certain standards. I have expectations. If I am to analyze and observe the bad behavior of others, isn’t it also my responsibility to offer something constructive in return? Without this expectation of myself to give back, is my blogging prowess just another form of mental masturbation?
food for thought…chicken soup.
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