This week a friend called me on the phone for help. I could hardly hear her for the banging in the background. Contractors, she said. Three of them, working on different projects in the house. I’m going crazy, she said. Crying for no reason. Hate my work, strung out with the family, don’t know where I’m going. Give me something.
It was impossible not to laugh, because we have all been there.
Here’s what she wanted to be reminded of:
There are 1000 truths in front of me at any time.
There are contractors smashing things downstairs. True.
Work is tough. True.
Family is tougher. True.
Don’t know where she’s going. True.
Those are four truths. She is honest and justified in leading with those.
But.
The contractors are making the house beautiful, not to mention warm for the winter. True.
She’s excited about what work might become when this awful patch is over. True.
Family is tough right now because she’s standing up for herself for the first time in decades. True.
She doesn’t know everything about where she’s going. It’s been a long time since the future looked so open and full of possibility. True.
She loves her husband, she’s healthy, November is unusually warm, and she still have a sense of humour. True.
There are always 1000 truths in front of me. I am honest and justified in focusing on any of them. But some of them empower me, and some of them are completely deflating. Some of them make me optimistic and happy, some of them make me feel like hell.
Choice is mine, and if you believe that your thoughts have consequences for your life tomorrow, the choice is pivotal.
1000 truths. I choose.
Thanks for the conversation,
kristin

