The stories we tell ourselves create the building materials of what surrounds us. The way we express ourselves, the way our environment looks, and the ease that we invite into your day. These stories produce the physical manifestations of our inner world. Once they have reached this stage, the bricks of objectivity have been laid into facts – tangible, reproducible evidence of who we are and the life we live.

However, not all our stories are rooted in fact.  For many, most of these narratives are a blend of the undeniable and our interpretation these concrete truths.

But what if our inner world experiences resistance to the facts of our outer world?

What if we crave different? How do the ideas of transformation get plucked from our whims and firmly planted in the material?

It starts with being a little delusional. Telling yourself stories that feel almost like little lies. Deviations from what is that feel more like what could be. Useful fictions that feel like a better representation of your authentic nature.

Beyond the constructs of what you believe to be definitively true in this moment is the vision of idealism you hold for your potential.

The things we strive for lie beyond the present moment, but their inception exists within that same moment. For something to become, the lines between what is and what could be, require blurring in order for change to occur.

In the beginning two feet need to be firmly planted in fact. You need to know where you are and where you want to go.

Without these pieces of information you may dissolve into the ether of your daydreams momentarily, but crash land right back where you started. In the facts that you are looking to transform.

You do not need to see every step. You do not need to line up stepping stones made of facts, You need to trust, sometimes blindly, in the path forward and have conviction in your fictions.

Slowly, with caution and resolve, you must approach the threshold of uncertainty, and as you do, embrace the blur of a once rigid line. This line will shift and bend and inch forward until one day it disappears all together as the fictions that started as a daydream grow roots and branches of objective reality.

This is how change happens. It thrives in the unknown. It lives in the pattern interrupted and reframed. It lives in the new stories we tell ourselves to aim to where we want to go.

These are the seeds of contentment you can plant within the walls of confining doubt to usher ease into small moments. There is freedom in the reframe. Freedom in not allowing the resistance of what feels to be so certain to clamp onto your mind and limit what could be. What you want to be and see and feel.

Be a little delusional and embrace your fiction. From aligned action and sweet surrender comes tangible transformation .