Letting stories go...

​For decades, I told myself that I had “black thumbs" instead of “green” ones. That I was no good at gardening and that all the plants I touched died. 
 
And yet…
 
I planted lots of native trees and shrubs when my son was born (almost 24 years ago) and they flourished (left pic above). They provide homes to lots of birds and insects. We have magpies nesting in them every year. The bees and ants love it when the gum trees, wattles and bottle brushes flower. 
 
This year I had my best ever year of growing my own rhubarb (centre pic) and made the most amazing cake with it. And I reckon I might be able to harvest a bit more too!
 
I bought an elephant ear plant from a lady on FB (right pic the one in the white pot) and saw that it had a little baby growing in the pot as well. So I repotted it into the red pot and its growing so very well! And the white one has another couple of babies too!
 
It would appear to anyone else that I am a gardener. That I do have a green thumb. 
 
So why do have this story in my head about my abilities as a gardener? Especially since its not true?
 
My father was incredible with plants. He would break of bits of plants from anywhere and could get it to grow. At that time, I would have been around 8 or 9, I was lousy with plants. But the seed of the story was planted and it continued to grow and repeat itself.
 
Until…
 
I suddenly realised when I harvested all the rhubarb a few weeks ago that it was no longer true. In all honesty, it may never have been true. 
 
I have released that story and I am now proud to say “I AM A GARDENER”!
 
What stories have you been told about yourself and continue to say? 
 
That you aren't creative? 
 
That you can't sing? 
 
That you can't dance? 
 
That you're unco?
 
That you're [insert your story here]?
 
Is it actually true? Was it ever?
 
I invite you to revisit those stories and to really think about them if they are in fact real. 
 
Because I reckon you are far more accomplished and capable that you think. 
 
That you always have been, but you buried it. 
 
Let the story go and fly!