We are so damn creative.
Unchecked however, that imagination can be like a playground-bully-mean girl.
So freaked out by her thundering taunts, we stand there paralyzed.
Her hot, stinking, spittle-laden breath shouting down our dreams.
Her bullshit sounds so convincing.
We start to think she must be right.
She’s sooooo damn loud.
Like all bullies, she just wants to keep you small and scared, like her.
She’s a liar by omission.
She only shows you the convenient and lazy negative.
She’s boring AF.
Being a Mom was meant for you.
FLOOD HER WITH IMAGES OF THAT TRUTH.
With each WHOLE TRUTH salvo, watch that bully-bitch grow silent.
Give her a mint and tell her the jig is up, she’s working FOR you now.
Set this intention: My imagination and thoughts work FOR me.
“We are more often frightened than hurt; and we suffer more from imagination than reality.”–Seneca
Change your mindset, change your results.