My Own Commercials
I had a realization last week. The old beliefs repeated by the voices in my head are like commercials. Catchy phrases repeated over and over. Jingles I can sing without a thought.
Yikes! Stripes! Beech-nut Gum! Buy some today!
The voices exhort me to buy and instructing me how to behave…
What do you want when you gotta eat something? Lip Smackin’, cracker jackin’, goooood, Cracker Jacks.
“Sit down and shut up.”
“What did I tell you?”
“Because I said so, that’s why.”
“Who do you think you are?”
“Should you be eating that?”
“You’re not wearing that.”
Plop, plop, fizz, fizz, oh, what I relief it is.