I used to believe that mother didn’t respect me. I had a lot of evidence. I could point to numerous instances and patterns of behavior that proved it. It made me hurt and angry.
What I didn’t realize is that underneath that belief was another, much more painful one: I am not worthy of respect.
And so every time my mother did or said something, anything, I heard and saw it through the unconscious lens of “I am not worthy of respect.”
And I made myself suffer.
Until I became conscious to it.
Now I chose to interpret what she does and says through a different lens.
I no longer make myself suffer.
Here’s the thing – and I really want you to hear this and take it in – “she’s disrespecting me” is an optional thought.
See what happens when you no longer choose to use that lens through which to view the world.
Much, much love…