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Impossible

It's truly all in your mind. Possible/ impossible, easy/hard, yes/no. We are the creators of our own realities. We build stories that can either wall us in, keep dreams at bay, or be a bridge to beautiful growth. 
What if, just for today, you turn everything you've ever held on to as hard truth into nothing more than your biased perception of one tenth of a story or a situation? How would that change your approach, your reaction, your understanding of someone or something? 
I am continually challenged to do this by a few key people in my life, and it's difficult, and it hurts, and it's ugly discovering all the parts of me that are scared and insecure and holding on to old stories and patterns. But then there is that glimmer of light, that hand holding through the darkness, that soul searching together that elevates my awareness and capacity to deal with uncertainty, complications, pain and sadness. 
It could be easier just to play small and shut down instead. But there is a whole world of possibility on the other side of the choice to change and I, for one, am curious about it.


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