words in my fingers

Conversations in my head. Constant. I think it might be a DSM-IV diagnosis. But for some reason it's not the "bad" kind of dialog.  At least I hope not.

But it gets me thinking, really it get's the inside my head voice talking, what would be that "bad" kind?

I mean its pretty obvious the really bad stuff.  Psycopathic ideations from that inside voice can never be good. For the most part the dialog is harmless, you know those comments that are incredibly inappropriate but funny as hell.  Thank goodness most of those remain instilled in my brain; thank goodness I don't tweet because its bad enough the comments that do make it to my facebook pages.  But a friend recently posted a FB remark commenting on "looking in the mirror and not liking what you see." and it got my inside voice thinking. Thinking without speaking.   And maybe that's the good thing.

It solidified a realization a few weeks ago that the negative self talk is ridiculous. For someone who has achieved a pretty high level in my professional and personal life, I have to ask. "WHY???" Why does my brain insist on recognizing the negative and not the positive.  Why does that call to go to the principal's office have to always be a bad thing?  I can be pretty freaking awesome.  And it's about time I recognized it, (dammit).

And to my friend, who posted that FB comment that sparked this train of thought (no pun intended): Stop it now!  Because really when I look at your life with my rose colored hindsight vision glasses, I see so many similarities with my own.  And dammit I am pretty freaking awesome. And so are you. And so are all my friends, because I really do know some pretty amazing people.

We all need to redirect that conversation to the positive, after all, you are telling your kids to think positive aren't you?  Shouldn't we demonstrate that for them too?

Especially when it's a funny comment without too much inappropriateness for the situation.