Do you ever feel like you live in a haunted house?
I do. The ghosts are not vaporous ghouls, nor do they pop around corners and say, “BOO!”
Instead, they quietly whisper, “You should be…”
These ghosts are all the exemplary people I’ve known, or read about. People who are meant to inspire, but whom I allow to haunt. Whose lives I allow to be a measuring stick, compared to which I can never measure up.
They are not me. Yet somehow, I believe that I should be them.
I spent a bit of unexpected time with one of my ghosts in recent days. I felt the inner struggle of voices inside, and began to realize how absurd it was to think that I should strive to be….someone else.
I started ghost-busting.
I then began to recognize a few other hosts of ghosts in the graveyard of my emotions, each freighted with baggage that I (the recovering perfectionist) allowed myself to take on my journey with me.
Time for more ghost-busting.
Are you haunted like this sometimes? How do you bust your ghosts?