We argue to stay where we are because we’re scared we’ll lose it—what little we have left, what we already have.
We play narratives in our minds that we’ll be rejected, lose everything, that we won’t be enough.
Who says you can’t live in a $25k/month NYC apartment with an infinity pool?
Where is it written..
that you can’t make it with the gifts and talents you already have?
Who told you that this is all that’s left? Your limit? Your finish line?
Why do we play into these small-minded narratives?
Because it’s easier.
It’s easier to believe you’re not enough, or that your trauma and circumstances have ruined your life.
It’s easy to write off your dreams as impossible or someone else’s fault.
Eagles living with chickens.
We surround ourselves with small-minded people.
We feed on a hollow diet—physically, mentally, spiritually, emotionally.
We disengage from the flow of life and blame others.
“She’s so mean. She has it out for me. I came in 3 minutes late, and I texted a manager. Then she told me to see her after work. She’s the only one here with a stick up her a**…”
Everybody does their own form of this.
Traffic. Bills. Food. Online content. Politics. The election, dear Lord.
It’s so easy to blame everybody, blame God, blame the government, blame TikTok, blame the phones, blame your parents, your boss, the algorithm…
So easy.
We’re quick to spin stories about why we’ve been wronged and how poorly things will go because of x person, event, or entity. It helps us make sense of reality and excuse our problems instead of owning them, along with the potential beneath them.
If there weren’t someone to blame, you’d have to own your infinite potential and do something about it.
It’s easy to blame God.
It’s harder to fix things.