What if this thing we call “SELF” is actually a narrative construction/creation that we shape as we move through life, including the path already travelled and the path ahead?
What if our experience of “SELF” is an on-going improvisation that situates our body and consciousness in the world, relates to others, acts and reacts in a constant dance of static and dynamic perceptions.
What if “SELF” has no tangible (physical or psychological) reality apart from what we create/construct by narrating it as we live it and then remember it?
What if what we label “SELF” is our on-going awareness of our being/doing/thinking/feeling…, continually migrating through time… unfolding, becoming perceptible, acquiring dimension, form and color… something we experience and can talk about and describe, which then disappears into memory as a seemingly solid and immutable point of reference: the “truth” about who we “are,” what we think, what we can and cannot do, should and or have to do, what we have done, should have done, shouldn’t have done, etc., etc. …
What if we construct the present, past and future to fit with what we “know” and expect?
What if we elaborate stories to describe our “SELF,” and then elaborate our “SELF” to fit our stories?
What if it only feels solid? What if we can restructure… adapt our story to create a narrative we like better?
What if “SELF” is our personal story of existence as we have narrated it?
What story do you want to write?
This was musings (part 1) on re-reading J. Bruner: “The narrative construction of self” (Chapter 1 in “The handbook of narrative and psychotherapy, Part I: The ‘narrative turn’: Why stories matter in psychotherapy.” Lynne E. Angus and John McLeod. Sage Publications, 2004)
(Labeled “part 1” just in case I want to more musings later as I continue to read the chapter. I don’t know yet if I will or won’t as that part of my story hasn’t happened yet and I choose not to predict.)