Don't say what you can't Do ~ Change your mentality

This is a topic I have to constantly remind myself. Change of mentality will change your life. Let's be honest, its pretty simple to use the words "I can't" and its definitely something we tend to lean on as a crutch. Do you realize how toxic that is? And oh so negative! Let's change our mentality! Let's be more positive! How about instead of focusing in on the we can't do we focus on what we can. Change our thought process. Instead of saying "I can't do that today", let's focus on "but I can do this" or "I can't handle that" But "I can handle this."

Being a new mom this is definitely something I've come to really think about. I was really focused on everything I needed to get done that I found myself going into the I can't stage. I had so much to do and no longer knew where to start. Between adjusting to being a new mom I found that "I couldn't" go and clean an entire room in an hour because I had a baby that didn't want to be put down and that needed to be fed. I found myself saying "I can't" quite a bit. But while I couldn't clean the whole room in an hour I could pick up what was laid on the couch. I could quickly swap the trash bags. And slowly things changed, things got done. Maybe not in an instantly like I would've preferred but much faster than if I let myself stick to the I can't mentality because, let's be honest, it never would've gotten started if I kept that mind set.

I didn't realize how much of this I can't mentality that I had until recently. I also didn't realize how much those two little words, thoughts, affected me. Have you noticed this "I can't" cycle?

So while this is a short and to the point post, I want you all to think hard about how much you say those two little words. Take point. And then lets change it. Let's change this mentality! So lets take into count what we can do!

What can you do? Where can you start? What can be changed?

If you change your mentality, you will change your reality!

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