We don't usually struggle with what we can see. We struggle with the patterns running underneath — the ones we picked up so early we mistake them for who we are. Every Saturday, a 5-minute read on how I find mine.
How to Turn Personal Baggage into a Fortress
The secret sauce is my baggage...I always had this image in my head that I could only hold so much of certain emotions in my body. So much regret. So much sadness. So much fear. So much anxiety. And the more I carried, the heavier I got. Like my body was a bag, slowly filling with rocks — each one another emotion I was lugging around. This is how I envision it: The Story About Being "Strong"In that picture, being a strong person means being able to carry more. as if my body is a bigger bag. To handle the weight. To get used to it. Like a rucksack in the military — it's heavy, but over time your body adjusts and you just learn to march under it. So that's what I tried to do. Carry more. Get used to the weight. But the bag only ever got heavier. A Different ImageAfter reflecting on my last article about regret, something shifted. I started to see that I'm not a bag at all. I'm a fortress. And every emotion I've accepted isn't a rock weighing me down — it's another stone in the wall protecting me. Another layer that makes the whole structure stronger. The emotions were never here to burden me. They're not here to live rent free. They're here to be part of the team. Baggage vs. Building Blocks Here's the part that changed everything: The "baggage" is only baggage when I reject it. The moment I accept an emotion I used to resist, it stops being a weight I carry — and becomes a part of the fortress. Accepting an emotion I once pushed away is like welcoming a new teammate.
I'm not getting stronger by carrying more. I'm getting stronger by accepting more. Before we go, I have a big ask, today is my birthday. 🙂 It would mean the world to me if you'd subscribe to my YouTube channel. Have a great Saturday! — Tom |
We don't usually struggle with what we can see. We struggle with the patterns running underneath — the ones we picked up so early we mistake them for who we are. Every Saturday, a 5-minute read on how I find mine.