Is your imagination lying to you?

This morning my imagination got the better of me.?

My children’s homework supervisor had just messaged me to tell me she was on her way through. I suddenly realised, I had not yet checked to see if my 10-year-old son had made his bed or picked up his clothes.?

In my attempt to train him to be a good husband, I keep telling him that no self-respecting woman will want to be cleaning up after him. Cloe is my practice “wife”. I use her arrival to catapult my son into action. My message is always the same: “Do we let ladies arrive at an untidy home?” This is code for him to clean the bathroom he shares with his sister and his room. You may be wondering why I don’t ask her to clean the bathroom. Well, that is because she does not leave her clothes lying on the bathroom floor. She has other chores.

I should have checked earlier. Only today my sleep-deprived brain was a war zone between two important projects. The PSASA Speaker Showcase, which is wrestling with one of my other projects, my book writing deadline.??

The prequel to this was my walk at 05:00 this morning. It is the time I arrange my thoughts and center myself. The family serial killer (AKA Prince, my son’s cat) is usually my protector, running alongside me as I work through my thoughts. His favourite pastime is hunting and he brings home a variety of hunting trophies of rats, mice, lizards and birds into the house regularly. Apparently, this is a way of honouring the leaders of his pride. If you don’t own cats, let me enlighten you. The humans in the house are his pride.?

Birds and lizards, I can handle. But mice and rats… Well, that is an entirely different story.?

Prince and I parted ways when I went home to make breakfast for my husband before he left to facilitate a course. I assumed Prince was off doing the mass murdering thing. In the meantime, I hoped to tick off as many tasks as possible before Cloe arrived. But then the phone pinged and reality hit. We were way behind schedule. My charming son sprung into action with the bathroom and I decided to help him by picking up a hoodie… and then I saw it. A tail hanging from the hoodie. Horror of horrors I could feel the rat’s little claws touching my hand.?

In my revulsion, I did what any self-respecting woman would do. I dropped the hoodie and let out a blood-curdling scream, which simultaneously resembled a wail of despair. Flashbacks of the bubonic plague raced through my mind. Where was that wretched cat when I needed him?

Then I saw it, a timid half terrified lizard, which I am convinced was playing dead. Not a rat at all.?

It made me think about how often our brains lie to us. How many times have we entered a new season in our lives? Our limiting belief systems keep us trapped in half-truths. Belief systems that make us fearful to act in the areas that bring progress.

If I am honest, there have been several times I have held back because my brain convinced me the new place I am stepping into was too dangerous. My children saw it as a jolly good joke because they could see how flawed my reaction was.?

Likewise, mentors and coaches have the power to see us more clearly than we see ourselves. They are not trapped by our inner dialogue. They have the power to see what is reality and what is just your imagination playing tricks on you.

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