changing the record.
February 18, 2013
can’t. shouldn’t. mustn’t.
If you made a wordcloud of the contents of my head, they’d be the top three (rounding out the top five would be ‘tea’ and ‘making’). Those three words dullthudding around my brain like marbles on a concrete floor, every single day. Not much of a soundtrack, is it?
There is more than the tired refrain of can’t. shouldn’t. mustn’t. There is more than ruling myself out, turning down chance after chance because I can’t, because someone like me shouldn’t, because I mustn’t.
Now, to see what that is.
I think, on reflection, that this is a record that I must also change.
My dear, you can and you will. I’d love to see what you will do
Triple like and understand this. And you of all people can and should and must. x
I will give it a bloody good bash, m’dear
Can’t, not good enough, lazy, are mine. Horrible words. Good luck in your quest, lovely.
What a horrible script that is, and none of it is true. I am always struck by how the most capable, intelligent people can have this awful script bashing away inside themselves (myself excepted).
I saw a phrase recently that kind of struck me (on Facebook of all places). What would you do if you weren’t afraid? I’m not saying I’m any good at living by this but it helps a bit.
It’s a fair question, isn’t it? I think I’d be a few days answering it, too.. how about you?