I have an amazingly brilliant friend who is one of my closest companions. She always has answers for my questions, and gets excited about researching the things that I don’t know. For her,
Life is clearly black and white, right and wrong. There are no greys in her perspective. I love her dearly.
I call her Little Me. Others call her the monkey mind, the ego or mafia mind. As with all of my friends, I seek her advice on most things, and deeply value her insight. When she tells me that the leaves are falling off the trees so I should probably wear a sweater, I listen. But Little Me doesn’t get to make decisions for me. She gets really frustrated by that.
I’m great at decision-making, she tells me. I can always make 1 + 1 = 2.
She’s right. Little Me can balance an equation like nobody’s business. But when it comes to leading my life, and making the decisions to move me forward, my true Self is in charge. My Self understands that sometimes 1 + 1 = 0 if there isn’t any compassion involved. Self sees things in so many subtle shades of grey, that I’ve lost count of them all. Yet She holds every shade, considers them wisely, consults with Little Me and the Divine, to find answers that we all can get on board with. Self can embrace defeat and simultaneously rejoice in possibility.
Who leads in your internal household, your true Self or Little You?
I'm a life coach, heart healer & curator of compassion for women & LGBT folk who are ready to fall in love with themselves, their lives and their purpose. 
