Am I enough? Am I worthy? Do I contribute to some greater good? What impossibly high standard do I still hold myself compared to what I would think reasonable of another person?
What story am I telling myself?
Will people like me if they really know me? Would they run away? Am I too opinionated or am I not judgmental enough? Am I engaged or is it okay to rest, retreat and just be?
What kind of please others, what will they think of me kind of expectations do I have of myself?
Am I aging gracefully, or do my forehead wrinkles and sagging parts make me unattractive? Am I keeping healthy enough or still feeding into the impossible societal standards of weight, exercise, and beauty?
What kind of pressure am I still putting on myself?
Am I letting myself rest? Am I finding contentment in my everyday lived life, Am I acknowledging the love I have and the love I give?
The answer is Yes…
Those moments when I allow the old tapes and self-judgment to seep in, what kind of story am I still telling myself?
What kind of story are you telling yourself?
words and image: Alexis Rose
Thank you for reading my books: If I Could Tell You How It Feels, and Untangled, A Story of Resilience, Courage, and Triumph