There is an old account, a dusty vault
Where truths and lies all sit in wait
For us to push in plastic cards and hit
Buttons in the hope the something good
Will come of our request.
But good stuff must be banked if we
Are to see returns on our investments
Made at times when tides are running high,
Because the tides will certainly run low
And then we’ll need to cast our eyes
On the words that seemed so little at the time.
When I was having therapy, I realised that a lot of the time, I cling onto bad comments that are made about me, and completely disregard the good ones. I know I’m not the only one that does this, but I did it in a really big way.
There was one particular session where the therapist complimented me and then, just two minutes later, asked me what she had said about me. I literally had no idea and it really upset me because it showed me just how terrible I am to myself.
Since then, I have always said that if something nice is said about me, I will ‘bank it.’ I will put it into an account that can be drawn on at tough times. I will undoubtedly had deposited bad comments too, but I must remember to put the good ones in.
Today, I was stressing a bit about how badly I thought that I was doing with the online lessons. And then I was having a chat to one of the teachers and she said ‘I’ve just realised that you haven’t even met these students that you’re teaching at the moment. That’s incredible, what you’re doing.’
It was such an off the cuff comment and it would normally be lost on me. But these days, I’ll bank it. Somebody said I’m incredible and I’m allowed to keep hold of it.
I think that we’re all wobbling all over the place at the moment, so if you haven’t heard it recently…. you are pretty incredible too.