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I’m driving home from work and the guy in the lane beside me, cuts in front of me.

Expletives pour from my mouth, the horn is honked. And thus begins a charged narrative about “that stupid jerk”. From this single encounter, an elaborate head-tale, a story I believe.

Byron Katie challenges the narrative:

  1. Is it true? (Yes or no. If no, move to question 3)
  2. Can you absolutely know that it’s true? (Yes or no)
  3. How do you react, what happens, when you believe that thought?
  4. Who or what would you be without that thought?

My answers:

  1. No, I don’t know if he is actually a “stupid jerk”.
  2. When I believe that he is, I’m angry, distracted and not fun to be around.
  3. Without that thought, I’m a better, peaceful version of me.

This questioning of truth opens my mind to the possibility that the tale I’ve woven is fact-less. Prompting me for a more grace-full response, settling my quick-to-react mind.

And I wonder to myself, where else in my life is the story I’m telling myself factual or just a bunch of thoughts I’ve decided to believe?


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