Heart VS Head: Meeting Yourself

I was talking to a friend today who quoted a TEDtalk about self-esteem, "you need to meet yourself, because if you met yourself, I think you'd really like her." 

What does this mean, to meet yourself? To walk up to yourself and say "hi, I'm George!" "well hi George, I'm George too!" all whilst shaking hands? I mean, if that feels right, why not? Okay, those are a bunch of silly questions... but in some seriousness, what would it feel like to meet you, if you were someone else? I don't think I've made anyone hate me on first meeting, but I really don't know what it's like. Life isn't all about impressions though, what do people feel like when they've spent a long time with you? I spend all my time with me, so I have no idea how it feels to be apart from me. I don't feel toooooo terrible, I guess that's a good sign. 

We humans tend to overthink, huh? 

What about meeting yourself, as in coming to the place you're in (mentally, emotionally, spiritually), and loving yourself there? Sitting and being. Doing that nothing activity, but with yourself, instead of zoning out. Enjoy the moment.

Or meeting with yourself, finding out how things are going inside? Sometimes that can be done alone, or sometimes with help. My therapist told me something that surprised me last week, and as soon as she said it, everything made perfect sense. You can't go it alone. Get perspective that's not your own. 

A meet (like a sporting event) against yourself. What does that look like? I think I do this one a lot, fighting against the different parts of myself. Oh yeah, Heart vs. Head. (duh) I don't edit these posts much, I'm more of an edit-as-I-go person. ;P The parts of myself struggle against each other. I know many people who are very brain led, and lots that are very heart led. I love them both so much! Okay wait, Heart has derailed the choo choo of thought processes. 

Meeting yourself. What is it like? I'm learning that I can be very confusing if I'm left to talk too long. I don't even know y'all... meet yourself. Peace.

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