It cracks me up how a blog post evolves over time. I’ve been meaning to write a post entitled The “L” Word discussing my political views, which have taken on an increasingly libertarian bent (hence the “L” word). As I thought about the post, I realized that I could write a completely different post with the same title. Instead of libertarian, the “L” would stand for love. It is almost Valentine’s Day after all, even if my personal life appears to be permanently on hold. Yet, I still believe in love.
The funny thing is that I kept thinking about possible topics for this blogpost; I couldn’t help myself. The title could certainly refer to lying as well, as in how we all lie to ourselves. Now that I have at least three topics, it’s turned into a series of posts. Let’s get started: It is time to talk about the lies we tell ourselves.
The sad truth is that if a person believes something will NOT happen, it never will. For instance, I somehow convinced myself that choosing to live in my hometown permanently means that I will never meet the right man. Will it be more difficult? Probably. The thing is that I don’t know what the future holds, and yet, I automatically tell myself that I will be alone the rest of my life. I simply have to trust that there is some larger plan out there. Unfortunately, I have to keep reminding myself that anything can happen. The larger question is why do we do this to ourselves? I know I am far from alone. The false narratives need to go.