What Have You Created?
So, I just got back from a counselling session. It was amazing. My mind is still reeling. In fact, I’m not sure how capable I am of wrapping my brain around the concepts we discussed.
My counsellor suggested that everything in my life is something I have created. Seems like an easy, self-responsible concept, right? Yeah…until you think about it really hard.
We were talking specifically about my current lack of a car and my struggle over being overweight. That for some reason my story for myself about myself included the idea that I should currently be carless and that I needed to be fat for some reason.
When, in reality I have the power to change these things just by mentally creating something else in my life. I can get the car of my dreams. I don’t have to walk all summer and save up for months. I can just have it. I can have the body of my dreams. I don’t have to eat certain foods and exercise during all of my spare time. I can just create it.
I’m sure I looked at her crossed-eyed while we were talking about it. In fact, right now the whole thing seems reminiscent of the scene from the Matrix wherein Neo met the oracle. He was upset and confused and then she just told him to eat the cookie and by the time he was done with it he felt better.
I mean I was really confused at first, but the more I think about it, the more I fell like she’s right — the more it all makes sense. I think part of my initial reaction was a little bit of anger. Like, “You really think I want this? I don’t want this! I DID NOT create it!”
But maybe I did. And maybe I can create something more. A new story for myself wherein I get a great car that I love and appreciate and I don’t have to sacrifice all summer to have it. And, in this story, I can be thin and beautiful and still love food and still be leisurely.
Maybe those things that I think are the rules are really only the rules if you chose to let them rule you. Maybe I don’t have to play by them. Maybe I can play by my own, new set of rules where I don’t have to be fat to feel safe and I don’t have to eat salad — I can eat cheeseburgers and chocolate and ride around in my new car with the windows down for my exercise.
Maybe I don’t even need a job. Maybe I’m already the author I was meant to be and I don’t need a publisher. I’ll be famous and loved without one!
Well, I think it’s a theory worth testing. I’ll let you all know how it goes.
In the meantime, maybe you guys can tell me — what have you created.