Usually talking to myself in what my dad would say to me about certain life situations
So I always talked to myself out loud even when I was a kid. My parents used to tell me to stop doing that because only crazy people talked their inner thoughts out loud.
I always responded “what’s crazier? Me having a conversation with myself, since no one knows me better than me… or a stranger paying another stranger to listen to them talk about themselves?” Yeah, I was always smart ass kid.
So… when I was 12/13, I remember having a conversation with myself in the mirror, I don’t know why it was or what sparked me to do so, but I remember being in my school uniform and saying “no matter what age you reach, never lose your sense of imagination, it’s the greatest gift you have and something you’ll lose as you get older.”
And I’ve made sure to always indulge my imagination. It has continued to keep me sharp and creative.
Secondly, when I had finished college, I was broke with no job and worried about my future. So every morning, when I lived in a shytty run down apartment, I would talk to myself out loud and say “ok, how is this day going to be better than the next. Where do you see yourself in 5 years? Owning a home? Ok, how are you going to do it? Who are you going to network with? What a car do you see yourself driving at 26?”
I’d speak to myself and tell myself how I would reach those goals. I still do the same thing every morning but now im visualiIzing what my wife and family will look like after accomplishing my goals.
And finally, everyday I wake up, I thank
God for returning my soul to my body. I thank him for sun the rising, the birds singing, the roof over my head and the opportunity to be a better person than yesterday. Thank you giving me my health and to never take it for granted. Thank you for my family, my friends and the people in my life. To be grateful as there are many less fortunate than I am.
I didn’t even realize what I did was Jewish custom until a friend pointed it out to me. It’s called the “Modeh Ani” prayer, thanking God for returning my soul to my body. I’m not religious, I feel like I’ve been an exile for years but I do believe in a God.