Today I had a long conversation with a masseur.
My body ached all over, not to mention the lower back pain (Geez...it hurt), so a massage would be a sensible thing to do.
Didn’t expect to converse this long. But we did.
After the long conversation, I felt super grateful for what I had.
Like I said...the story we tell ourselves matter!
We can choose to tell a story of victimhood, of loss, of pain, of poverty. But what good does that do?
He taught me to revise every narrative into a learning curve. Of growth. And above all - of gratitude.
No matter how small you earn - as long as you’re grateful - you’ll be content.
What narrative did you tell yourself today?
~ Peace out, beautiful human ~