I’ve lived long enough to notice something about myself: whenever I hit a low point, the same old patterns come back. The self-doubt… the inner critic… the feeling that I’m falling behind in life. It’s like my mind plays the same broken tape every time.
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| But as I grow older, I realise something: Patterns don’t mean destiny. They are habits that formed from past hurt, not a map of my future. |
I’ve rewritten small parts of these patterns before — slowly, quietly — even if no one notices. Things like learning to be gentler with myself, stepping away from unhealthy comparisons, or reminding myself that people around me cherish me more than I think.
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The truth is, I still relapse into negative thinking easily. But I’m also more aware now. I catch myself faster. I pull myself back. I remind myself that my feelings do not define who I am. Life didn’t give me a straightforward path, but it gave me enough strength to keep trying. And maybe that is already a different pattern — a new one I am learning to write.
Jeff
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