We're All Unreliable Narrators of Our Own Lives

Or... conversations. 3 Dot Wednesday version.

Conversations with Your Soul: The Stories We Tell Ourselves

The man at the corner table keeps checking his phone every thirty seconds... Not waiting for messages but confirming his story that nobody really needs him... Meanwhile, his daughter texted three times today asking for advice... We're all unreliable narrators of our own lives...

Overheard a woman tell her friend: "I'm just not a morning person."... At 6 AM in a coffee shop she visits every weekday... Sometimes our self-stories are more fiction than fact... But we defend them like holy scripture...

Your inner narrator has been writing your biography since childhood... Collecting evidence that supports the plot... Ignoring anything that doesn't fit the theme... "I'm not creative"... "I'm terrible with money"... "Love never works out for me"... Pending further notice, your soul holds the unedited manuscript...

The teenager bagging groceries apologized five times for nothing... His internal story: "I mess everything up"... His reality: perfectly bagged groceries and a genuine smile that brightens my whole afternoon... The gap between our narrative and our truth could fill the Grand Canyon...

We become what we repeatedly tell ourselves we are... Not because it's true... But because we start living inside the story instead of living the actual life... Your soul watches this performance with infinite patience... Knowing the real you exists beyond every character you've ever played...

That friend who always says "I'm so bad at keeping in touch"... While texting you funny memes at random moments... While remembering your birthday every year... While showing up when it matters... Sometimes our stories are the only thing standing between us and our goodness...

The woman who insists she's "not a writer" while crafting the most beautiful emails... The guy who claims he's "not good with people" while making everyone feel heard... We're experts at arguing against our own evidence...

Your narrative isn't your identity... It's just the current operating system... And like any software, it can be updated... Your soul has been waiting patiently for the newest version... The one where you're not broken... Where you're not behind... Where you're not too much or not enough...

Listen to someone's story about themselves... Really, listen... You'll hear their fears dressed up as facts... Their wounds masquerading as wisdom... Their defense mechanisms wear the costume of personality... And underneath it all... The voice of who they really are... Trying to break through the static...

The most transformational question you can ask yourself: "What if everything I believe about myself is just a story I've been telling... And I get to write a new chapter starting now..."

Your soul has been the ghost writer all along... Leaving breadcrumbs of truth in every moment you've forgotten to doubt yourself... Every time you've surprised yourself with courage... Every act of unexpected kindness... Every small victory you dismissed as luck... That's the real story... The one worth telling...

"What three-dot observation would you add?"