Shoulders are to Blame

The problems I have are all in my head I'm told and up until now that's what I have believed. My brain focuses on the negatives, the self criticism and unhelpful behaviours. But why can’t I use it to see the silver linings like I do for others?

Or maybe there's another partner in crime? My shoulders. The ones not only carrying the weight of the world but the devil and angel and the old and new me.

Or perhaps it's my ears? The ones that only sound out the criticism and worst case scenarios.

Or could it be the mask I wear that's to blame? My veil hiding my expressions of fear and hurt from the world. What would it be like to expose my vulnerabilities?

It's time for a new me. A chance to rewire my brain to the positive circuit board. An opportunity to dust down my shoulder pads of the harsh characters I carry and to retune my radar so that it focuses in on all I can be. Someone with hope, aspirations and a chance to start again.