Finding your Value that Already Exists
Telling yourself the Stories about Value
Our stories make up life. Every day we wake into a repetitive story or begin the creation of a new one. They empower us and inspire others. At some point, they become stale, even harmful.
Each story we weave together becomes the foundation of our life experience, it either adds to or diminishes our perceived value. The stories others hold about us, the outer perceptions we believe are often more diminishing.
These Stories: I am not valued, My value is not seen, I don’t value myself, ______ doesn’t value me. And so on. We wrap our self worth around how we are valued. We unconsciously give the power of evaluation over to something outside of us.
When did we believe that we didn’t matter…
Why do we believe someone else’s story of who we are?
Why do we unconsciously devalue others?
How do I know if I undervalue myself?
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What collective stories have I attached to my value?
Am I waiting for something outside of me to define my value, my worth, my matter?
How can I reclaim my natural birthright of value?
I recently had a very painful conversation with my partner. And what I heard coming out of my mouth was: I am such a valuable person, I am one of the most valuable people in your life…
Even as it was leaving my lips, I could feel myself observing the declarations, they felt foreign, it was as if an unseen part of myself was Declaring a truth that felt irrelevant. I felt surprised, shocked and disconnected from that part of myself that was expressing this. But what part of me was holding a story that she didn’t feel valuable? Of course, I’m valuable. And yet I must be telling myself a completely different narrative.
I personally spend a lot of time visiting my stories… I’m intrigued by the narratives that surround my existence. What is true, what was true, what is becoming my truth. Can I shift this story, or should I leave it alone?
Stories, narratives, perspectives make up the fabric of life. They matter and then one-day certain stories no longer matter. This is the work. Focus, aware observation… and then the decision to change or create a new story.
It’s my choice to believe and know: my value IS and always constant. My stories, narratives and perspectives are not. Those I can change.
This is Me, well this is me today :).
Stacy Lynn
