Yo, I don’t know if anyone needs this right now, but I was talking with a friend the other day about self-care, and this story came up.
When I was in my late teens, I was talking to a friend, a mentor of mine who was about thirty years my senior, a guy who’d seen me grow up. I was telling him about my first year of college and my summer, listing off all the things I hadn’t done yet. I was trying to be self-deprecating and funny. I said, “I’m too lazy.” I think I said it twice, about two different things.
The second time, he stopped me. He said, “You’re not lazy. You might be too busy, or have other priorities, but I wouldn’t call you lazy.” He looked at me, and then he said, “Be careful what names you call yourself. Some part of you is always listening.”
At the time, I was embarrassed. I mumbled, “Okay,” and changed the subject. Later, though, I thought about what he said.
Sometimes we say things. We say that we’re terrible, that we’re stupid, that we’re lazy. Sometimes we mean it and sometimes we don’t, and I think it can be hard even for ourselves to tell the difference.
So hey, take care of yourself. Be careful.
Watch the names you call yourself, because some part of you is always listening.