Our bubbles are like a vail around us, or a piece of clothing, or a sort of 'aura.'
They're there to keep us safe from harm, but in fact - our bubbles are about to pop in every fleeting second. See, our bubbles are sensitive, delicate, fragile. They float in the wind, always searching for gravity, for some ground to hold on to...but they easily fly off and travel to new worlds.
Our bubbles are the stories we tell ourselves. "I am a loser" "I am not good enough" "I am the cat's ass and the world's about to know it."
Whatever the story may be - whenever we come up against opposing views - a challenger of our story, or an enforcer of it - we are presented with the possibility to have our story re-told.
So, like bubbles always about to burst, so are our stories carrying with them the potential to be retold.
But over time, as bubbles become more and more flexible, our stories are also being perfected... and when they are challenged, it becomes harder and harder to burst through, to pop the bubble, to re-tell the story.
So the loser remains a loser, the princess forever wears her crown no matter its weight, the class clown pleases others to the point of exhaustion, the 'always a bridesmaid never a bride' fulfills her prophecy, the neglected child grows to be a neglected man.
The first step in bursting your bubble, is admitting to yourself that you live in one.
It is probably very comfortable in that bubble of yours, after all, it's been home for years.
But there is freedom in the burst. There are infinite possibilities.
There is a blank page to begin a new story, one that may be better than you ever imagined.
Burst the bubble and find out what lies beneath.
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
Header Art: Daniel Landerman