Today was my child's first day of 3rd grade. My 1 year old is being "promoted" to 2 full days of day care. New outfits, shiny new supplies, No. 2 pencils, fresh lunchboxes, a note on the napkin that reads, "I know you're having an awesome day because you're an awesome person!"
Then I sat down to work, which today meant compiling all the data from a survey I recently put out.
Three handwritten pages later, I had just a *sampling* of the things our inner critics say to us.
That nagging, nasty voice in our heads that doesn't believe in us.
The list of nasty is loooong, and it includes (but believe me, is not limited to):
And then I took a break because my heart got a little broken, and posted my kids' first day of school pics on the Facebook to cheer myself up from all the collective mental distress we go through.
While I was looking at my kids' big goofy innocent grins, it hit me like a stone between the eyes:
HOW DO WE GET FROM THERE... TO HERE?
From excited and a little nervous about our first day of school... to hating on ourselves so hard?
I mean, I know how we get there. This is my area of expertise. Our families, our teachers, our societies, our cultural messages, religious messages... the list goes on and on... for some reason, we internalize some and reject others.
Something about seeing those innocent kid grins of anticipation and joy in the face of something new, juxtaposed with the messages of "can't" "not good enough" "you suck" "you're fat" "why did you do that?" "you stupid idiot" "you're a lazy procrastinator" ...
really broke my heart. Especially when on the other side of all that negative self talk...
ARE OUR DREAMS.
WIthout all that inner mean girl and boy action going on, we would:
Big dreams. Big inner critics. Big inner critics slaying big dreams.
This is all going to lead to a whole helluva lot of regret down the line, and who wants to be burdened with that?
I can't stand the idea.
Let's handle this together. Enroll in Inner Critic Obedience School.