Having a high self-concept will save you from accepting what you don’t want and settling for less than what you are actually worth. Self-concept is more than just telling yourself that you’re hot. It’s actual security and confidence within yourself so that you don’t need other people’s approval or validation.
My therapist once told me: Imagine being bitten by a snake and, instead of treating the bite, you waste time chasing the snake to understand why it bit you and prove you didn't deserve it.
I don’t want my daughter to be like me. I want her to speak up sooner. Walk away faster. Trust herself deeper. Apologize less. Take up more space. Ask bigger questions. Dream louder. And if that means she becomes everything I wasnt… GOOD!
i loved the slow burn of becoming myself, this is true romance and intimacy, learning what brings me the most pleasure and happiness. it takes so much trust and presence to let this beautiful journey unfold and i’d do it every time because i have immense self-love.
Buy a red car and within a week, red cars are suddenly everywhere. Same number on the road as last month. Your brain just decided red matters to you now, so it quit letting them blur past and started flagging every single one. The same switch is running your whole life.
Scientists named that little glitch the frequency illusion, and the clip above is the same effect dressed up as physics. A row of weights hangs from one string, each a different length, so each likes to swing at its own speed. Wiggle the bar at the right pace and only the weight that matches it takes off, swinging wild, while the rest barely budge. That is resonance. It is also how a radio works: the dial locks onto one station out of the thousands flying through the air and ignores the rest.
Your focus tunes the exact same way, and it can be ruthless about what it throws out. In a famous Harvard study, people watched a short clip and counted how many times a basketball got passed around. Easy enough. Around half of them never noticed the woman in a full gorilla suit who strolled into the middle of the players, faced the camera, and beat her chest for a solid nine seconds. Nine out of ten people are sure they would have caught it. They are usually wrong.
So the tweet is partly right. Your brain does run a filter that picks what gets through to you. Self-help says you can aim that filter like a wish and pull money or love straight to your door. The truth is closer to a sleepy bouncer than a genie. Its whole job is to notice what you keep staring at and wave more of it through. You are finally seeing the red cars that were there the entire time.
The same filter has a darker setting. In depression and anxiety, it gets stuck on the bad stuff, the threats and the losses, and struggles to look away, which quietly feeds the mood that jammed it there to begin with. There is research into gently coaching that filter back toward calmer things. The results are mixed so far, but the idea holds.
Whatever you keep pointing your attention at really does grow louder in your world. Inside your own skull, a machine decides what you see, running on whatever you keep feeding it. The ball that swings is the one you keep tapping in rhythm.